There are monsters under my bed, I swear it’s true
If you don’t believe me take a peak, but I wouldn’t if I were you
They are more terrifying then any alien, vampire or werewolf pack
Even though they wouldn’t eat you as a snack
They don’t have three heads, green skin or multiple eyeballs
But bones can be seen through brittle orange skin and sleek hair, skyscraper tall
The heaving chest of a Grinch size heart can be seen, beating almost too slowly
Their beady bloodshot eyes stare at my pale skin, knowingly
I hear their long nails violently scraping on my floor, haunting the room in which I slumber
Those bloodshot eyes and glowing nails wish to tear me from limb to limb, with a plunger
I prevent this terrible pretense by giving them what they desire the most
Dishes of raw meat, garnished with flies, are found under my bed; since they infatuate the gross
So they will not touch a pretty little hair on my head
But, it is so that they glare with jealous revenge, under my bed
They rely on me, and I must keep them satisfied, for my safety
They have a fear of being not alluring, very desperately they rummage through food, even if it isn’t tasty
These scrawny creatures reflect a zombie, who was once radiant with beauty
Demanding statements and propelling attitudes falsify their faces, simply they are snooty.
Their beauty would entice many girls, I know
Maybe others would see the reflection of their ugly souls, and realize what their future may in toe
These creatures are after me, because I’m not like them
In this twisted universe, I am the alien
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
I never knew those glossy eyes
Could tell such great lies to me
I never knew the promises you told
Were merely screens to the lies that were to unfold
I never knew that silent banter
Was a way to conceive acts, to reveal an enticing enchanter
I never knew I would question love
And think all we had was not pure, graceful and simple, like a morning dove
My only sweet escape from this, was the swirled twilight
That formed between the glowing horizon and the tranquil skylight
As I sat there on the tethered rock
I came to a conclusion that I might ironically be mocked for
In general life is a conspiracy of activities to deceive
So join the crowd, before the game is complete
Or in return, for being so humble and veracious, life will equal to a momentous defeat
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
Love in her heart
Pain in her eyes
And shaken hands…
Her stomach flips, her chest heaves, and then the roll of heavy tears
Stream down her face, cold and slipping away…
The pain exceeded all the calm within her soul
And swallowed her whole
It hit her harder than any bat, chain or rhythm
She was alone
And now she must stay afloat on her own
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
I wonder if you are going to whisper the same thing until it’s parts
Tither meaningless on the floor
Once the pieces are unspoken
They mean the most and
Once they are purged, the meaning becomes diluted
So be witty, clever and tease the playful words unspoken
Or my heart will be broken
Into pieces, down the same doorway
The silhouette of the significantly broken
Will be found
Faded
On the floor
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC