LIGHTHOUSE

THE LIGHTHOUSE

“Come back to me my sweet.

Take a break from the heat.

An afternoon in a cool retreat.

We could make our own special heat.”

The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.

I hesitate before I walk inside.

The small room is as dark as night.

I begin to tremble with fright.

Maybe I should leave this place.

The door slams shut in my face.

I hear the voice in the air

Telling me, “what fair is fair.”

I intruded on this secret room

And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

BLOOD RED PETALS

A path of red drips down the wall.

A path created for me to find.

By one who returns for me,

Who returns from The Dead.

He had held me in his arms

And I’d nearly lost control.

Kisses had rained across my face

and mouth with mounting passion.

I’d been lost to this world,

Ready to depart for the next.

I’d been saved by flesh and blood

In the form of a beautiful man.

But now the one is back for me

After so many years.

He leaves trails of petals

For me to follow.

Blood red petals.

As red as his eyes.

Do I dare?

How could I not?

THE DEAD GAME

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THE LIGHTHOUSE

“Come back to me my sweet.

Take a break from the heat.

An afternoon in a cool retreat.

We could make our own special heat.”

The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.

I hesitate before I walk inside.

The small room is as dark as night.

I begin to tremble with fright.

Maybe I should leave this place.

The door slams shut in my face.

I hear the voice in the air

Telling me, “what fair is fair.”

I intruded on this secret room

And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

TOGETHER FOREVER

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Run away with me

Come run away with me.

Down the stairs to the sea.

We’ll take a fast ship.

Champagne we will sip.

Leave our troubles behind.

New ones we’re sure to find.

We’ll be together forever.

To me you will always tether.

Rocky waves are waiting ahead.

But with me you will make your bed.

MYSTERY

MYSTERY

Where are we going in such a hurry?

With our bags all packed.

Fleeing the scene of a crime?

Perhaps a lover’s dispute?

The carriage is here.

Police sirens wail in the distance.

The story is getting better

as I watch

from my bedroom window.

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A LITTLE COLOR

A LITTLE COLOR

ADD A LITTLE COLOR 

Add a little color to the picture.
It won’t need to be still as a fixture. 
Add some flowers and some fun
Until the picture is done.

Black and white might be good for some.
I enjoy yellow like the sun.
Other colors might work as well
And make the picture look as swell.

The painting could use strokes of brightness.
It doesn’t need to dwell in such darkness.
Take a step back to see your masterpiece.
It will bring you much contentment and peace. 

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

MY SECRET

MY SECRET 

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

Monday, November 16, 2015

DANGLING HORROR

DANGLING HORROR

It dangles before me.

A horror to be felt.

All consuming.

Almost tasted.

Walls closing in.

Becoming a coffin.

My fears circle round.

Waiting to be unleashed.

Darkness holds me in place.

Stiff as a corpse.

A tiny dot of light.

Showing me the way.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

WE ARE ONE!

Monuments around the world light up in France's colors in honor of the dozens killed and wounded in the Paris attacks Friday, Nov. 13, 2015.

WE ARE ONE!

WE ARE ONE! 

Sunday, November 15, 2015

KILL ME NOW

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KILL ME NOW

A walk through the greenhouse

on a sunny afternoon.

Darkness soon falls on the dense copse of trees,

covering us with its inky shadow.

Rustling sounds echo from within the foliage,

followed by sighs and moans.

The trees begin moving,

their leaves striking us in a quick tempo.

We're surrounded.

Are the trees moving on their own?

The trees are coming alive!

Alive with The Dead.

Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

NOT JUST FOR VAMPIRE LOVERS -- THE DEAD GAME

 

 

5 STAR REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME

Not just for Vampire Lovers - this book is for everyone 

ByPankaj Varma

on April 2, 2015 

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase 

Susanne Leist has a masterpiece in her very first book. This book has everything - mystery, suspense, romance, thrills by the minute, an idyllic setting, a vast character set who are all under the reader’s suspicion. A deftly written story that catches you by the throat and keeps you glued till the very last word. I strongly recommend this book. 

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