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The vampire is at the door
The wolf is in the yard
The ghost is in the house
The lunatic is baying at the moon
The siren is off the shore
The serpent is in the grass
The pain is in the heart
The killer is in you.
© JLB
 Apr 2014 Nadia Hasan
Tiffany
What is there left to say
That you’d left me here for dead
You didn’t expect me to survive
Sorry to say, you’ve been misled

I slowly regained my senses
Letting my rage grow bottled inside
I’ll unleash my fury upon you
There’s no use in trying to hide

I’ll take back what you robbed me
A life filled with bliss
But I’ll do so quietly
I’ll **** you with my poison kiss

Hate does something peculiar
To the human heart
It’s made me shrewd and cunning
I’ll make your death a work of art

When you tried to **** me
You left too much at stake
You didn’t finish the job
But I've learned from your mistake
You write and I melt,
Spread helplessly, slippery
Exquisite oil slick.
Lioness, she
unsheaths claws
Tongue and teeth and flesh,
All yours,
Prey devoured,
She-cat
Roars.
 Apr 2014 Nadia Hasan
betterdays
the little white lie
just a harmless seed
but will it grow
into flower.....
or ****.
napowrimo day16
prompt; write a poem of lies

(this may well be prepartory thoughts to another poem)
 Apr 2014 Nadia Hasan
Novus
I have been made fun of for the color of my skin;
For the way I dress;
My taste in music;
Even how I talk.

They say I talk black.

Talk black?
What do you mean talk black?
We have given color to the words I speak?
Can you SEE their color?

Instantly they make me a ****.
I become uneducated.
I am a thief.
A suspect.
Uncultured.
You do not even know me;
Yet you make ASSUMPTIONS as to who I am.

You do not even know me?
I'm sorry, where are my manners?
Hello, nice to meet you.
My name is ---- ----.
I am white,
But I talk black.
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