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"Be not wise, but be the fool."
That's the Universal Rule.
Turn deaf ears and turn blind eyes.
Turn fake truths and turn true lies.
See no evil, hear no evil,
All is good and gay.
All is saintly, sound, and sweet,
That we all see and say.
No problems here, no problems there,
All bundled up out of sight.
This world we're in, this blinded world,
Is perfectly alright!
A pull of the cord illuminates the neon sign
Invisible gases pass through the glass tubes
They flicker for a split second
Then they begin to glow

It reads, "NO VACANCY"
A glowing symbol for "leave us the **** alone"
or "get lost" .. to which one applied to me
HELL I didnt know.
Each single red letter determined my fate

I needed a place to lay my head down,
to rest the troubles of my life
You know the ones
The torment, the abuse, the bullying, the screams and the pain and those are the easy ones

Pounding on the keymaster's door,
I yelled at the top of my lungs
"Please give me a key"
But still no answer
Then my ears deceived my brain..
Finally, words that interrupted the silence

I waited for more
But silence pursued my mind once again
I pounded harder this time
Slamming my fist into the wooden door, my face turning beet red with anger and the veins pulsating in my neck as if they were about to burst like a balloon

Crash!! The tender glass shattered, breaking into a million pieces, ricocheting off my face as each piece began to dance waltzes on the distant floor

The door creaked open
It was then, just as I was about to ring the bell
My eyes opened wide
I woke up blurry from that nightmare
Strapped tight to an asylum's gurney

I couldn't move, pressured to the bed with ruthless white straps
Imprinting the cold metal buckle onto my forehead
I was trapped insane

That red neon sign glowed once again
This time in plain sight
Only a few feet from my eyes
My sight grew weary and my mind grew numb

The sign was clear and read "NO VACANCY INSIDE MY BRAIN"
Just a crazy little piece
A farmhouse in Iowa
Eight people killed with an ax
The killer never caught
These are just the facts

It happened a hundred years ago
On that fateful night
All killed in there beds
didn't put up a fight

They say the place is haunted
Go there if you dare
My wife and I are ghost hunters
Not easy to scare

We decided to spend the night
No one there but us
What would happen next
I'm reluctant to discuss

Voices of children talking
Are some of the things you'll hear
Objects levitating off the floor
Can give you quite a fear

I'm seeing things
I couldn't believe
Are my eyes
Trying to deceive?

Unseen entity
Tugging on my shirt
Starting to get worried
Don't want to get hurt

Everything I told you
Is honest and true
We spent the night alone there
I wonder would you?
If I could be anything
What would I be?
What kind of creature?
What kind of tree?

Maybe a dog
So loving and loyal
Sit around the house
For my master to spoil

I could be an eagle
With such incredible eyes
Riding the air current
Soaring free in the skies

Would I be an oak
majestically standing amongst the trees?
Or maybe the willow
Gently swaying in the warm summer breeze?

With all of the things
That I could possibly be
After careful consideration
I'd rather be me
 Sep 2015 Jolene D'Souza
Z
9:06 PM.
 Sep 2015 Jolene D'Souza
Z
"we're all just people with the same problems and different last names."
~Papa
 Jul 2015 Jolene D'Souza
LadyBird
Is it pathetic to say:
"Please come back?"
Because that's all I think
When I see photographs of you.

Is it pathetic to fall on my knees
And beg you to remember.
To remember what it felt
Like to hug me close
Under those fireworks.
To remember how we spent
More time looking at the
beauty in each other,
Rather than the
Sparkle in the sky.

Is it pathetic to tell you
How many hours I have
Spent wishing to once-again
Feel your body close to mine,
To feel your sweet tongue on my skin?

Because if it is,
I won't say anything at all.
For what's worse than being
So easily forgotten by you,
Is watching the respect you
once held for me be replaced by
nothing more than simple pity.
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