A VISION

 

A VISION 

The bookstore is dark. 

I turn on the lights. 

Rows of bookcases loom tall. 

I open the curtains. 

The Florida sun flows in through picture windows. 

Bright squares fall across the floor. 

The perfect spot for comfy couches and chairs. 

A counter with stools to the right, 

where I would serve coffee and pastries. 

Book stacks to the left. 

Yes, it’s all coming alive to me. 

A bookstore/ coffee shop 

in the seaside town of Oasis. 

Little did I know of the otherworldly plans

taking place at the same time as mine. 

Plans that are in no way 

as peaceful and innocent as mine. 

THE DEAD GAME

A VISION

HAVING A VISION<br /> I enter the bookstore.<br /> It’s cold and dark inside.<br /> I turn on the lights.<br /> Stacks of bookcases are<br /> revealed in the dim light.<br /> I draw the drapes covering the windows.<br /> The Florida sun flows in, directing its<br /> bright glow on the deserted store.<br /> I can envision couches and chairs<br /> between the huge corner windows,<br /> and a counter by the front door to<br /> serve my pastries and coffee.<br /> Yes, it was all coming alive to me.<br /> A perfect bookstore/ coffee shop.<br /> I can see a peaceful future for me<br /> in the seaside town of Oasis.<br /> Little did I know or suspect that otherworldly<br /> plans were taking place at the same time as mine.<br /> And these plans were in no way as<br /> peaceful and innocent as mine.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://amzn.com/1478704489<br /> http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

 

A VISION

The bookstore is cold and dark.

I turn on the lights.

Stacks of bookcases stand tall.

I open the curtains.

The Florida sun flows in.

Couches and chairs would be

perfect between the corner windows.

A counter with stools by the front door,

where customers could enjoy my coffee and pastries.

Yes, it is all coming alive to me.

A perfect bookstore/ coffee shop.

I could see a peaceful future for me

in the seaside town of Oasis.

Little did I know of the otherworldly plans

taking place at the same time as mine.

And these plans are in no way as

peaceful and innocent as mine.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://amzn.com/1478704489

http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

ONE WITH HUMANITY

 
Compassion can be felt.
Nature responds to it.
Animals sense it.
It draws people to you,
like a moth to a flame.
It’s responsible for miracles.
It shows mercy without bias.
It should be shared with all.
No matter the color, species,
or race.
For we are one.
One with nature.
One with the universe.
One with humanity.

ALONE IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK

“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of  pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND

blind

DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND

A room full of books.
You can feel them with your fingertips.
But you can’t see a single word.
Your senses are sensitized.
Every single noise is amplified.
But you can’t see light.
Or colors.
You are blind.
In a world full of color.
Your fingertips lead you.
Your senses guide you.
Darkness is your only friend.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS PART V

bird flying

What a beautiful bird.

I’m lost inside the rainbow

with a white bird.

It’s flying around me.

Round and round.

Velvety pink petals are falling.

This place seems nice.

But so quiet.

The bird isn’t making a sound.

Just circling me.

Then it flies off.

Should I follow it?

It’s hovering in the distance,

as if it’s waiting for me.

Okay.

Here goes.

Let’s follow the bird.

I’m almost caught up to it.

Now, it’s leaving me.

So have the petals.

In their place

descends a darkness.

I could feel its thickness,

surrounding me.

I see a light ahead.

I see people from my past.

Like a dream.

Oh no.

More like a nightmare.

Tomorrow will tell the tale.

Don’t forget to return.

Or I may be stuck in here forever.

DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

Do you like what you see

in the mirror every morning?

Is it revealing a hidden secret,

buried deep inside yourself?

A horror that no one can ever see.

A feeling.

A thought.

So repulsive that

it must never see

the light of day.

Keep it hidden behind

your pretty face.

For no one to ever suspect.

What are you hiding?

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

What do you see in the picture?<br /> Do you see a flower pot?<br /> What about a knife?<br /> We all could be looking at the same<br /> exact picture, and see something different.<br /> What we see corresponds to our own<br /> unique personalities.<br /> What do you see?

What do you see in the picture?

Do you see a flower pot?

What about a knife?

We all could be looking at the same

exact picture, and see something different.

What we see corresponds to our own

unique personalities.

What do you see?

THE MAN IN THE MOON

THE STARS ABOVE<br /> IS THERE SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN<br /> UPON US FROM THE STARS ABOVE?<br /> ARE WE ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE<br /> OR ARE THERE OTHERS?<br /> IT FEELS GOOD JUST TO IMAGINE<br /> THAT WE ARE NOT ALONE.

THE STARS ABOVE

IS THERE SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN

UPON US FROM THE STARS ABOVE?

ARE WE ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE

OR ARE THERE OTHERS?

IT FEELS GOOD JUST TO IMAGINE

THAT WE ARE NOT ALONE.

 

blackoutraven:</p> <p> DOES THE MAN IN THE MOON<br /> SEE THIS?<br /> IS SHE FLOATING IN SPACE<br /> OR IN HER OWN ROOM?<br /> OR MAYBE JUST IN HER IMAGINATION?<br />

blackoutraven:

 DOES THE MAN IN THE MOON

SEE THIS?

IS SHE FLOATING IN SPACE

OR IN HER OWN ROOM?

OR MAYBE JUST IN HER IMAGINATION?

  • WHAT THE MAN IN THE MOON<br /> THINKS WHEN HE LOOKS<br /> DOWN UPON US.

WHAT THE MAN IN THE MOON

THINKS WHEN HE LOOKS

DOWN UPON US.

 

blackoutraven:</p> <p>The Pop Blitz</p> <p>HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU<br /> I JUST WANTED TO GET<br /> A CLOSER LOOK.

blackoutraven:

HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU

I JUST WANTED TO GET

A CLOSER LOOK.

 

blackoutraven:</p> <p>;La Lune à un Mètre</p> <p>NIGHTMARE<br /> THIS IS HOW MY NIGHTMARES<br /> USUALLY BEGIN…

blackoutraven:

NIGHTMARE

THIS IS HOW MY NIGHTMARES

USUALLY BEGIN…

 

blackoutraven:</p> <p>La Lune à un Mètre</p> <p>NIGHTMARE II</p> <p>AND THIS IS HOW MY NIGHTMARE ENDS.

blackoutraven:

NIGHTMARE II

AND THIS IS HOW MY NIGHTMARE ENDS.