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Michael Kreitman Oct 2015
When I was a child I knew I had to be a monster.
I lived in my parents bed every night.
Due to the fact of : giant, **** brown, furry, four legged, daddy long legs,
creeping, with yellow eyes and two snarling teeth that chased me.
I ran with my tail between my legs.
I entered the bed.
The SHADOWS on my parents Faces.
Scared me to death.
Instead of Curling up and crying I hissed with my fangs.
I crossed my arms like Dracula.
Since then Silence of the Lambs, Tony and an obsession with Damher and BUndy.
Strange <*******> habits.
UNwanted bladder MaLfUNction.
Owning a VIDEO of actual
(Cannibalism) I've seen three# timesX.
Carpenter... Kraven. Romero and a few cases of assault.
Also SEVERAL rackets of attempted ****** 10 through 15.
THree mental hospitals.
And One incarceration.
I BeCAME a MONSteER.
Not every poems pretty and some bite.
Michael Kreitman Oct 2015
I smoke like cancer because I can.
Because I will not stop.
I enjoy it, my voice deepens like rougehage being swayed and stepped on. They will bury me.
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I woke up this morning wanting to Die.
Not for any particular reason but because I could not weep.
The last time I cried.
Was in my car yesterday.
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I am tired of writing death poems,
yet i do when they're with me.
I used to walk down the ills when i was trying to lose weight and say thats CANCER.
When looking at sweets and salty snacks.
I would say do you not want to die Michael.
No I do not.
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
The body heals the lier returns.
wisdom
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
When I woke up i asked myself will I be a pigeon or will I be a statue.
The statue looks up and sees an *******.
The pigeon looks down and sees a *******.
Make a choice
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
Love poems are easy to write, just fall in love.
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