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Sharina Saad Jan 2014
I walked pass the haunted house
The huge house across the lane
My legs weakened out of a sudden
My throat was dry,
My palm was sweating
Adrenaline rush!
GOOSEBUMPS  all over...

The unusual cold breeze
sent chills down my spine
I peeped inside the house
Strange feelings I had...
Would never allow myself to go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.

The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
Everything is spooky...
The unrested souls howls
See the zombies partying
Shoes, umbrellas and hats flying

But I wouldn't want to go there
So I ran with all my might
And oh I wouldn't  go inside
The haunted house tonight.
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
In the garden of heaven
You bloom...
magnificent..
Your fragrance I adore
Wanted to pluck you
But I became a devotee
In your graceful smile
forbidden you are...
not forgotten...
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
Loving you
is the hardest thing to do
Loving you
makes me say I do
Loving you
Yes I do
Loving you
still the hardest to do
Yet loving you..
I do.
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
Stand and stare
Show if you care
Love if you dare
Life isn't always fair

Sit and stare
Blank foolish wide glare
Love if you dare
Silly... pretending you don't care...

Sit, stand and stare...
Love if you dare
Perhaps this time life is fair and square..
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
In between the white sheets
bitter sweet memories
of love, life and pain
pillows drenched with tears
on cold nights when lovers fight

The cringes of the bed
on hot nights when bodies sweat
when love is made
out of nothing at all...
pretending... faking love
Sharina Saad Jan 2014
My head is spinning
My vision is blurring
My neck is paining
My whole body is aching
My fingers are numbing
My arteries are clogging
My fate... I am hating
My life is shattering
My suffering is neverending...
Am I dying?
My kidney is teasing...
My blood is aggressively pumping
My glucose is cynically laughing
My heart is still beating...
Death... am I cheating?
Tick.. Tock... Tick... Tock...
Am Still breathing...
Sharina Saad Dec 2013
What are you scared of?
The monster under your bed?
The skeleton in your closet?
The real monster
never hide or run
They exist..
yes they do..
They only sleep in your head..
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