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May 2012 · 570
The Monster and the Mouse
Ryan Post May 2012
Softly sprinkled dew falls from the sky
Strangely not dark; as true her lies.
So quiet and quaint; can't comprehend.
Like a puzzle; twisted like the river bends.
Beside it lays a monster; glutted in pain,
Scrambling in silence under the rain.
Not looking to notice the peculiar conditions,
Runs under cover without recognition.

As that morning dew continues to fall,
Water begins to leak from the top of his wall.
He hurries to try and stop it from bursting,
But burst it does, leaving him on the floor cursing.
Cursing the gods and cursing his life.
Getting beat up in his own little strife.
The monster is going mad; tearing down his house,
When suddenly, he is surprised by a little mouse.

"I've been with you through thick and thin,
Why must you destroy yourself from within?
We've been torn apart and now you're alone,
Or so you thought; look how much we've grown.
We've been through so much together.
So much it's like we've been here forever.
I've shown you my love, but you never respond.
And one time, I had thought you'd moved on.
But when you came back into this house,
And you saw more more than just a mouse,
I wanted to give you my everything,
Just know that it's not just anything."
There was silence for moments as the house went down.
Nothing was heard, nothing but a sound;
A slight snicker; followed by a smile on the monster's face.
Then a tear ran down and twisted with such innocent grace.

Then softly sprinkled dew fell from the sky.
No, it wasn't dark; it came from his eye.
Whistling down, like a bomb to hit the ground.
And when that tear hit the ground, there was not a sound.
When the monster looked up, the mouse was gone.
She wasn't there, but now stood something so wrong.
Not a mouse, but a woman; Smiling softly.
How could this be? Just moments ago she was just nothing.
So she took his hand, and held it tight.
He looked up at her, here eyes so bright.
"You're not a monster in my eyes."
The monster couldn't help but cry.
For just that moment, he felt so alive.
The pain had been lifted, now he could strive.
The monster was gone, and nothing was wrong.
Only leaves one to wonder, for only how long?
May 2012 · 1.1k
The Puppet
Ryan Post May 2012
Scream to me, you heathen.
Your voice dwindles away.
Just hide behind me then,
It is the only way.
I've suffered for you,
So you can find your way.
Inside my eyes so blue,
You're casting me to stay.
Difficult to help you now,
As you hide behind me.
Give me your problems,
And I'll make them disappear.
That's what I am used for,
A puppet no less.
Nothing else to live for,
No use for my distress.
May 2012 · 465
The Beast
Ryan Post May 2012
As beauty emerges, the beast disappears.
Hiding from the sickness as it appears.
Behind the mask of that beautiful face,
Lays the beast that kills with incredible grace.

Deep under cover, it waits for it's prey.
Waiting for you until you have something to say.
It'll emerge from the depths of darkness,
And attack you, at least until you go away.

Maybe it'll **** you as to make sure you're gone.
But, maybe, it will just let you go on.
Maybe you're better off running away,
Because it really isn't worth your stay.

Go off on your journey and make it last.
Let the beast get rid of it's mask.
Off into the distance you should go.
Maybe it'll work for you, maybe so.
May 2012 · 544
Dead.
Ryan Post May 2012
Storming from the sky was a shadow.
Falling down, his thoughts were shallow.
He was out of mind, and hard he hit,
but kind, the earth, it didn't hurt a bit.

Chalk lines from where his body fell
High from the sky, the city bell.
Silently fell to the ground so concrete,
His life, for which he didn't compete.

Screams from before made no sound.
"Oh my god, he's dead." Because of the ground.
Lifeless and cold, his body intact,
Even after such a heavy impact.

People surrounded him as he lie on his face,
after falling so far with such gentle grace.
The sun is now gone, with no light to shed.
The night has come, and somebody is dead.
May 2012 · 1.1k
Christine
Ryan Post May 2012
Beautiful little girl,
Seemingly happy, yet quaint.
Turns her head to look at me
And whispers "you're my saint."
Rosy red cheeks,
So happy outside,
But I saw the defiance,
I saw her losing her mind.
Her smile so subtle,
Screaming so opportune.
Turns her head away from me
and whistles a little tune.
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Today is the day I witnessed death.
The end of a life so pristine.
Screams echoed in the hollowed world,
Screaming "Oh, no! Christine!"
She stepped off the curb
Slipped and fell into the street.
Slowly got up and looked at me,
The girl whom I would never meet.
She gave me a smile,
As a tear ran down her face.
I lost all emotion,
As my heart began to race.

The earth went silent,
As if that moment would last forever.
When a bus came from nowhere,
And ended life forever.
May 2012 · 426
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