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706 · Aug 2016
This black rose
Shanice A Louis Aug 2016
That's the way I'm meant to be I suppose
Being a little thorny black rose
None comes to this garden looking to pick me
But rejected and misunderstood is how I manage to be free
I stand in my spot as others are loved and picked because of their glow
But better for me! Now I have more space to grow
I'm not red and smooth so they think something is wrong
But to be the same and mingle with the crowd.. there I don't belong
Sometimes it makes me sad
But maybe it's a hidden blessing so I'll shake it off and be glad
The longer I stay ...the larger my petals
The larger my thorns ... the safer my sepals
For when they're all picked and rotting
Here I'll be... the last rose standing
325 · Sep 2016
Ghost under my bed
Shanice A Louis Sep 2016
Tear burning eyes
Pain aching heart
Trouble tasting tongue
My senses falling apart
Ghost under my bed
You wish to see me dead
Up all night
Haunting about my mistakes
Laughing at my sadness
Calling to my tears
Filling my mind with fears
Pulling at my leg
Let me go I beg

Dry burning eyes
Solid rock heart
Mind telling tongue
My senses getting smart
Ghost under my bed
Because of you inside I'm dead
Up all night
I look for you
Don't you leave me too
Calling for your jokes
Depending on our yokes
Pulling on your leg
For your peace you beg

Ghost under my bed
Why do you hide
Come lay by my side
Why be afraid now you ghoul
You are my kindred soul
Away from me you blew
For now I'm more of a monster than you
228 · Aug 2016
The late night monster
Shanice A Louis Aug 2016
The daylight grows dim
The sun goes down
I've passed through the day
But another journey awaits

I lay my body to rest
I say my prayers
I close my eyes
There the transition begins ....
My spine expands as my body lengthens
Taller I've grown in my worries

A million hairs of anxiety
Spring out of my toughened body
My ears grow longer in fear
Eyes red in anger
Sadness deep within my stomach
Rising out of my throat as a loud howl

All I sense is danger
Claws growing out of my soft little hands
Fangs emerge from my once harmless teeth
Into the mirror I glance
Only to see myself for the beast I am
Why would they care for me?

If I give them the chance
They'll light their torches and ready their guns
I have no choice I have to run
Memories of the wounds with which they inflicted me
Made me nothing but blood thirsty
Now I must hunt

But as I leap towards the streets
The sight touched me deep down
I've lost my appetite
Most in their comfortable homes
Tucked into their beds
Everyone else... laughing with their loved ones
Standing firm on my hind legs
I groan in envy as i observe their peace

It's almost the beginning of a new day
I just want to go home
All this trouble tired me away
Inner comfort emerges
It's ok you'll be alright
How I wish someone could pat my furry ears
But of course... who would comfort a monster like me?

Turning on my side
Pulling my sheet
I'm too tired for worries
Now I'm ready to sleep
The beast locked away neatly in this body of mine
Waiting for tomorrow night a little past nine

A new day begins
Here's the chance to prove the monster wrong
Who knows.... maybe today she wins

— The End —