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Beware, if you should venture out
There's spirits in the air
Be on the watch for all about
when walking, if you dare

The wind is up, the moon is full
There are witches in the air
Be on the watch for all about
when walking, if you dare

Ghosts and ghouls are waiting
For the midnight bell to toll
They lie in wait there in the dark
For those who dare to take a stroll

The moon is bright, it lights the sky
You can hear the haunted howls
The coven forms, there in the dark
Hidden by their capes and cowls

Listen close, the wind will speak
You can hear it if you try
The voices of those long gone
Or is it just a ghostly sigh

The veil is lifted on this night
The darkness hides the evil there
You hear it now "rosebud" it says
Do you go out, do you dare

A simple word, between the worlds
Houdini, maybe so
I dare you to go out tonight
But, be wary if you go

For, ghosts and ghouls are waiting
For you to take that stroll
Do you dare to face the moonlight?
Do you dare to bet your soul?
eliana 7d
I don't like it when people fight.
My mom and dad do every night.
I lie in bed and pretend to be asleep.
My mom looks in; I don't make a peep.

Sometimes I wish I didn't live here.
I'm a little girl who only feels fear.
When I go to school I put on a big smile.
I pretend things are fine, and it works for a while.

But there are days when I am very sad.
When I've been called names and told that I'm bad,
Then I keep to myself and hide my shame,
For I don't really know who to blame.

I'm scared to have friends come over to play.
I never dare ask if my friends can stay,
For I don't know when they will start.
I'm just a little girl trying to be smart.

The dishes breaking, the yelling, the shouting.
Their fights are ever so mounting.
I'm the innocent victim who feels rejected
Instead of feeling loved and respected.

But maybe if I wish really hard
The memories will ease and I won't be scarred.
When I awaken, maybe my wish will come true.
Out with the old and in with the new.

A new way of living for my parents and I.
There'll be no more tears for the little girl to cry,
But it's really ******* children to grow up like this.
They'll look back on a childhood they really missed.
i tried to write in the perspective of my little self and the childhood i had, and older me looking back at it.
Arii Jun 22
It’s usually said
That your fingers go numb first.
That the cold gets to your hands even through layers upon layers of thick cloth that are meant to protect it.
That you can’t tightly grab onto a lifeline when you freeze to death,
Unlike how you would in any other near-death scenario.

Next is your toes,
Your feet follow your hands, losing the feeling in them.
It’s funny, in the way that one of the first things you learn in life is to crawl and walk,
And when you’re on your knees in front of death, you lose the ability to do so.

The next to go is your ears,
They go numb too, making the world sound muffled like it’s underwater.
No hearing people screaming your name as you succumb to the cold,
Only silence in the path to the end.

Your nose goes next,
Feeling like it’s turned to ice or stone,
Smells become distantly unknown,
Only a little into freezing over.

Next are your cheeks—the rest of your face.
Red from the chill as they would in the heat
Except the cold is much more merciful in killing off your nerves before it does you.
It’s a plausible question,
Whether it hurts to smile more because your face throbs or because you’re drowning in your demise.

And then goes your chin.
It’s hard to communicate when you’re dying,
Less so to call for help,
And more so to say goodbye to everything you know.
It’s going to happen eventually,
And when it happens, you can’t guarantee you’ll be able to say goodbye,
Or even want to in the first place.
another random write from yesterday
Feyre Jun 21
an emerald dress, flapping in the wind,
flailing on the petulant breeze.

the cliff face, rocky and jarring,
jutting out where sky meets sea.

the peak of a wave, crashing into stone,
relenting and dissolving its fury.

a girl, rosy-cheeked and fresh-faced,
her chin jutting as the cliff,
her eyes sparkling as the ocean,
and her mouth set as stone.

an echo, a call into the night,
a note of anguish and despair,
of tragedy and torment.

one hand, raised into the night,
reaching for the stars.

the waves crash,
the wind beats,
the moon sings,
and the stars burn.

and the girl,
in the emerald dress,
her voice echoes,
and her feet lift,

and it’s free falling.

the dress in the wind,
a bird flying through the night,
fabric floating on the air,
a creature -
airborne.

a moment of flight
with no ******,
just a bird
coasting on the breeze,
then a fish,
flailing in the depths.
i don't know how else to describe this feeling.
eliana Jun 21
I wish he could know
What I'm too scared to show.
I wish he could see
Just how much he means to me.
I wish he could tell
That I know him so well.
I wish he could feel
My love that is real.
I wish he could hear
The things that I fear
About him never knowing
That my love for him is growing.
millions of girls all over the world wish their crush knew what they felt about them. im one of those million lol
Lance Remir Jun 20
My greatest fear
Is forgetting how you smiled
The sound of your voice and laughter
Forgetting how you held me 
Forgetting the color of your eyes
My greatest fear
Is forgetting the traits you have
Forgetting our anniversary, our meals
What were your habits and moods
Forgetting everything we had together 
My greatest fear
Is forgetting everything about you
Only to be struck remembering 
How much this stranger
Meant to me
what if
the world crumbled beneath my feet
and the sun
burned me to ash?
what if
the grass turned yellow
and lifeless,
while the sky fell
all around me?
what if
the oxygen i breathe
escaped my home
and left me gasping
for air?
what if
i lost it all
today?
do you know of my world?
my sun?
my land and sky?
the air i breathe?
my all?
my everything.
he has a name.
it's one of the most
beautiful sounds
my ears have been blessed
to hear.
the galaxy's stars
dance in my eyes
when i gaze upon him.
my heartbeat flutters
and pounds the air
out of my chest
when he calls me
by name.
what if
my home,
my world,
my everything
turned
into nothing?
the thoughts of losing someone
i never thought
i'd come to love
so much
keeps me awake at night.
what if
he left,
here today,
gone tomorrow?
what if
the love we planted
together
died
and dried up,
no salvation,
no remorse,
no more seeds
to plant.
my very soul
would cease to exist
because how do you survive
with absolutely
nothing?
Ayin Ghanz Jun 19
I said
I will not be afraid
I shall fight sharper than a blade

I said
I will not fail
I will not hide behind a veil

I said
I will fight until my last breath
If I earned it, I will welcome death

I said
I shall show no fear
and won't stop until I have traveled the sphere
I said it and I'll say it again.
Jeremy Betts Jun 19
I feel more lonely when she's around
Than I do by myself
I can't make it make sense
And I can't can it and put it on a shelf

It splits me in half and destroys both pieces
I can't answer why I stay
It's neither love nore is it fear
This is life in the gray

©2025
Natalie Jun 17
I have this tune in my head
That grinning melancholy
Dangling its feet from rooftops
When it can't even fly
What is love if not insanity
But it should have wings still
To be so far up
And carefree as a blue jay

Today I am not carefree.
Today I worry about everything
About
Touching too much
Not getting to feel your touch at all
Saying things I shouldn't say
Saying them too early
With an awkward smile
And all the wrong words
Too serious and too sarcastic at the same time
So you will probably think I'm mean
When really
I'm scared out of my mind

My chest is a gaping cavity
and I fear
nobody wants to see it
So I will hide it away
And cover up with some spiky armour, tailormade
I don't travel without it
And if I feel naked enough
you just might get to feel it
Bruising up your outstretched hand

So here we are
I guess.
Oh how I love being a woman.
Tuesdays, man. It's always Tuesdays.
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