Blue ocean by younghunjung #SocialFoto
A day at the beach
So far from my reach.
I could smell the salt air
As it flows through my hair.
The white sand is so soft
As it holds me aloft.
I want to be right there
Instead of in my chair.
Take me away to better times.
To sun-drenched beaches.
To waving palm trees.
To rolling waves.
To better places.
To warm trade winds.
To white-sand beaches.
To bright sunshine.
To us.
In the midst of darkness,
life emerges.
It walks
the streets.
It flies
in the skies.
It swims
the waves.
Life is persistent.
The stars twinkle.
The moon shines.
The waves reflect.
And so do I.
The waves are washing in.
But I can still see him.
He’s followed me here.
Must not let him get near.
He has returned from the dead.
I won’t let him in my bed.
He wants me for his queen.
With him I can’t be seen.
The tides are surely rising.
My mind is agonizing.
How will I manage to get away
Before the dawn of the new day?
THE DEAD GAME
The waves are churning.
My face is burning.
What’s coming for me.
I don’t want to see.
It rises from the deep.
When all are fast asleep.
The Dead come ashore.
For me they’ve come for.
There’s nowhere to run or hide.
I refuse to take their side.
The Dead will not win.
They’re dripping with sin.
THE DEAD GAME
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Ocean and Beach Posts
Paradise waits for us.
A perfect oasis.
Waves cascade onto the beach.
Guests lounge around
the hotel’s swimming pool.
Quaint stores dot Main Street.
Life is beautiful.
Until night comes.
Waves hit the shore
with their increasing fury.
The sun bows out.
The moon takes its place.
The night brings The Dead walking
into a town near you.
THE DEAD GAME
Storm is coming.
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying.
And so much more.
Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily moves mountains.
For me he moves the sky above.
THE DEAD GAME
The sea churns.
It burns with anger.
Waves of passion.
Ready to strike.
It will hit the shore.
So be prepared.
The Dead return.
For you and me.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
The sun hides its head
While the waves rage on.
The clouds turn away
While blood rushes on.
The moon shies away
While the tides bring death.
All hide faces in vain
While the seas bring the pain.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
