I awake.
The heat was too much to bear,
in my unairconditioned room,
of our one-story house,
on that summer night.
I think of heading to the living room,
and camping out on the couch,
underneath the AC.
Still lying down,
I look at the foot of my bed
where the doorway remains five inches open.
And standing there,
is the silhouette,
of a small, skinny being.
Too tall to be my younger brothers,
too short to be anyone else.
Maybe it's the vacuum cleaner?
No.
I see that stationed behind it.
The silhouette peers in at me,
staying perfectly still.
I can't turn on the light,
to see what it really is,
because I can't stand up.
I can't move.
If it knows I'm awake,
it might **** me!
All I can do is lay there and stare back.
laying perfectly still.
I stare for what feels like hours,
until I decide to close my eyes for a bit.
I may have fallen asleep for a few short minutes,
I may not have.
But when I reopened my eyes about five minutes later,
and peeked down at my doorway,
It was gone.
I can see right through the spot where it used to be,
where the vacuum cleaner is,
and the vent.
So I stand up,
cautiously walk out my door,
into the living room,
Nothing.
It is nowhere to be found.
So I lay down,
under the AC on the couch,
in our one-story house,
on that summer night.

Trust your eyes,
trust your eyes,
what lies ahead, they won't disguise.
Your eyes, your eyes,
they don't tell lies.
...right?
Trust, trust,
believe, believe.
You can tell what's wrong, what's right,
what is a lie.
You could always trust your eyes.
Couldn't you?
Your eyes, your eyes,
to them, you can listen
and yet disease slips from your vision.
As it creeps into your body,
unnoticed, unseen,
as it spreads like wildfire,
flowing through your bloodstream.
As it kills you off,
limb by limb,
cutting off your airstream,
inch by inch.
You’re dying slowly,
what a surprise.
All because you trusted your eyes.

Tick, tock
check the clock
Time ticks away
An hour, a day,
a week, a month,
a year, a decade.
Tick, tock
let's check the clock
How much time do you think you have,
until you die?
A really long time?
That's what we'll all say,
but we can't all be right.
Tick, tock
your life's a clock
A death date is certain,
and it grows closer each day
Yet every day it's still “far away”
Every day we waste life away
We lounge around,
doing nothing, squandering our time,
to live.
Every day, we'll push the thought away.
Tick, tock,
tick, tock.
What if I told you you'd die tomorrow?
That this was your last day?
That you would cease to exist?
That your life would completely deteriorate?
Yes, you.
Dead.
Of course, you think, “No way, not me.”
“I've still got years!”
But do you?
Really?
Someone has to die tomorrow.
How do you know,
it won't be you?
Tick, tock,
your life's a clock.
One unseen,
hidden from you.
But ignorance is bliss, right?
Sure.
Until your clock stops.
Tick, tock,
if you could check the clock,
would you?

heres some old cheesy love poems from seventh grade for all you sappy hearted people. i havent written any since, and i probably wont lol.

Be My Love
be my match to light at night
be my warrior to fight away fright
keep me safe and warm at dark
be that silent yet sweet remark
when my days of darkness trap me inside,
only you can save me,
make my heart alive.
talking to you is like a rollercoaster,
exhilirating, breath-taking,
but soon, its over.
be my purest and whitest dove,
be the one
be my love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
love, peace, harmony
these feelings become apart of me
let me in your life
and ill brighten up the night.

A parasite calls you
Dare you resist it's tempting, glowing light?
Of course you don’t.
Why would you?
You scroll through as it ***** your mind
Telling you what to believe
What to say
What to do.
Ridding you of opinion
Of individuality.
Spoon-feeding you ideas
And making you think you came up with them on your own.
Making you think it's there for your own good and entertainment.
An ever-growing infection, it is.
Each time you itch it, it enlarges.
And then it begs to be scratched once more.
Of course, you do.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The cycle never ends.
And no one has any intention of stopping it.
Because we are all infected by the parasite.

Turn left
Face right
Aren't things so out of sight?

Blurry eyes
Watery vision
Contradicting outlooks on life make a collision.

Foolish hopes
Nonviable dreams
Everyone is against what they seem.

Hot embarrassment
Cold betrayal
Your actions towards others can be fatal.

No support
No love
Nothing here to make you feel snug.
Taking life as what it is can be painful.
Living can be painful.
Where is the solution?

Plenty have found it.
Many have done it.
Plenty have escaped the cruel world.
Many more will.
More will let death catch their breath
To be happier.
I wonder,
are they really happy?

She asked if I could babysit her child,
While she went running some errands,
She said she’d pay me 15 dollars an hour,
She said her kids' name is Karen.

She didn’t give me much time to answer,
But no matter what I would’ve said sure,
She stated her own name,
But I didn’t hear her.

She was in a hurry,
Her eyes flickered from side to side,
She ran off without any transportation,
I almost asked if she needed a ride.

I walked up to her house,
And opened up the door,
And sitting there was Karen,
Crisscross on the floor.

She smiled a bright smile,
Greeted me with a “hey”
And, to my surprise,
Said that Kelsey was her name.

I didn’t mention to her,
That her mother got her name wrong,
Rather I pulled out my phone,
And asked if she knew any songs.

She said she could search it herself,
And that she was a “big girl”
So I handed her the phone,
And this is when she changed my world.

She searched the song,
Put it on really loud,
And then began to sing along,
Or, rather, she began to shout.

She danced in a circle,
My phone in her hand,
And from that moment I knew,
My time spent here would be far from grand.

A very stressful child,
And though I was getting paid more for a longer watch,
I couldn’t wait for it to be over,
And I kept checking my watch.

Four hours in,
The mom was nowhere in sight,
The same song was on repeat,
And Kelsey would play it all night.

I snapped,
I’d had enough.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was the only way to shut her up.

I grabbed a couch cushion,
And when she was turned around,
I wrapped it around her little face,
And shoved her down.

With the pillow drowning out her screams,
Of suffocation and fear,
With her tiny limbs flailing,
My lunacy began to appear.

I enjoyed her struggle!
And her muffled screams!
It brought joy to my heart,
And brought pleasant dreams.

But it was a different type of joy,
Unlike iced tea on a summer's day,
It was like the feeling you get,
When a nuisance has passed away.

Oh, finally!
What joy!

If I knew that death brought me such satisfaction,
I would’ve started long ago.
But now the mother is arriving home,
And obviously, she can’t know.

So I know a perfect way,
To keep her from finding out,
I’ll just have to **** her, too.
Yes, without a doubt.

And maybe I’ll share this joy,
Of watching her blood spill,
But that story’s for another time,
Another story of my ****.