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MARIE J  Oct 2018
CREEP
MARIE J Oct 2018
It is so hard to sleep.
I can still remember.
Moments like that,
i don't want to go back.
My body,
it is like a dying tree.
My eyes,
It's like every night is a sunrise.
My life,
it's almost resting.
But suddenly,
Someone creeps in.
It gives me curiosity,
to find out something.
My brain is not dead, yet.
But it is also, in those moments,
I suddenly gave in.
I was too tired,
of everything.
And so I leave.
But you did not care.
Goodbye, creep.
Seanathon Oct 2018
Dedication has a name
It was on your ID
But I couldn't see
Because it was too dark
And I didn't want to be a creep
Honda Grillllll

HondaGirlSeries
Cné May 2017
shadows in the morning mist
phantoms in the fog
echoes in the murky light
that bounce around the bog.

from the chasms in my mind
where darker creatures dwell.
i looked into the deep abyss
and caught a glimpse of Hell.

where winged angels fear to tread,
my dreams in twisted pose
descend with me to Hades' realm
where nothing ever grows.

except the fear i keep within
which never seems to sleep.
and this will grow in leaps and bounds
as lower down I creep.

but faith will rescue all despair.  
the morning mist will rise.
the sun will drive the demons back
to darkness where they thrive.

the angels take me in their arms
and raise me from the grave.
the darkest places close again
and trees, in breezes wave.

dark though dreams can often be,
the dawn will ever rise.
i wear faith like armor
and see through his disguise.

the Devil, ever vigilant,
invades when i am weak.
even if i'm innocent,
my fall he'll always seek.
Inspired by Traveler and Temporal Fugue
JAKE BARRY Oct 2018
Down the road
a child walks,
to a home
his mother knocks.

A house so old,
tired and grey,
a wafting scent,
of decay.

A house with eyes
a house that hungers,
a place of nightmares,
horrid wonders.

With a push
his mother sends him,
into the dark,
dismal grim.

She leaves that place,
all alone,
a distant cry in the air fades
a distant moan slows.

The house has eaten
the house will dine,
on the rest,
in the waiting line.

On Halloween
these parents roam,
with naughty children
to this hungry,
haunted home,
to give bad children a lesson,
to be taught.
dedicated to the house on the other side of  the road.
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