Susanne Leist's Blog, page 44
March 16, 2020
OPEN YOUR MIND
Words lead to adventure.
A gateway to the world.
You can’t explore
unless you read a book.
Open your eyes and mind
to the possibilities.
susanneleist:
unmotivating:Artist Destroys Books To Make...
unmotivating:Artist Destroys Books To Make Literary Sculptures….
THE HIDDEN MEANING
A pile of papers.
Words on a page.
Letters.
Poems.
Chapters.
Meaningless,
Or full of meaning?
Peek inside.
Delve deep
Into the author’s thoughts.
The hidden meaning.
And find the world.
thedeadgameblog:
Take a walk inside.
The dark...
Take a walk inside.
The dark rooms.
Musty-smelling.
Cobwebs.
Cracking ceilings.
Deserted.
Damp.
Remnants of what
humanity left behind.
thedeadgameblog:
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter...
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Raindrops fall.
I want to see the sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
thedeadgameblog:
Spinning.
Turning.
Rotating.
Around...
Spinning.
Turning.
Rotating.
Around me.
Clouds.
Birds.
Sky.
Around me.
I can feel the earth moving.
The trees trembling.
The grass shivering.
Around me.
thedeadgameblog:
Nothing more sad.
Nothing more shameful.
Than a...
Nothing more sad.
Nothing more shameful.
Than a book not read.
A book lost to time.
March 15, 2020
manougijsbrechts:Caleb with his new design, clean shaven and...
Caleb with his new design, clean shaven and all
Come to me, my lovely.
Do you want some bubbly?
Let’s dance beneath the stars.
I’ll take you with me to Mars.
March 13, 2020
thedeadgameblog:
ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket:
my...
ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket:
my insides
READ THE PICTURE
You can feel his pain.
His sadness.
For a life not lived to the fullest.
For a life almost over.
Sitting by the fire.
All alone.
Not even a dog by his side.
thedeadgameblog:
I’m lost.
Alone.
Tired.
Turned around.
The road...
I’m lost.
Alone.
Tired.
Turned around.
The road never ends.
It keeps winding.
Past trees.
Dark overhanging trees.
Hiding the sun.
Covering the light.
A never-ending journey.
I must find my way out.
Of this maze.
Of this illusion.
The Dead love their games.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
