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Areh Hahs May 2020
I’ve never cared for politicians And
I’m not religious
But I feel a helping hand guiding the way
Life is a rose garden
with thorns
A love story
A horror
I wrote a one word poem titled “ WAR”

Got in a car
Drove out west
When i got there I turn around
Came right back
I had some things I had to
figure out in my head
They feel a whole lot better now than they did then
SophiaAtlas Oct 2019
I'll use my knife
To end your life
Stay for a while
I'll make you smile
My face is hideous?
Ha! That's ridiculous!
You seem a little sleepy
Hey, Why are you weeping?
People wish I were dead
But I love to see red
Now not another peep
Lay down, you should...

GO TO SLEEP
I just love Jeffery Woods...... he's my fav creepypasta.
SophiaAtlas Oct 2019
The marks hurt
But they could be worse
It's not too bad
They reminded me of life
Cruel, unneeded, and pointless
Death is a gift
Life, a curse
It's time for me to give you a treat...
GO TO SLEEP!
SophiaAtlas Oct 2019
Close your eyes
While you aren't dead
Rest your mind
And go to bed
You still have
your eyelids intact
And your smile is real
Not brutally attacked
So, since Jeff is watching
Not a peep
Just be a good child,
And GO TO SLEEP
SophiaAtlas Oct 2019
Hush now young one
Don't make a peep
Just close your eyes and
Go. To. Sleep!
I'll save you from this world
You can't fear
Look out your window
I'm already here.
SophiaAtlas Jul 2019
Creepypastas are creepy,
They sometimes make me sleepy,
But I couldn’t find my bed,
Jeff’s words were in my head,
“GO TO SLEEP!” is what he said.
At the Boys and Girls Club we were working on studying poems and songs...we all had a paper to fill out and we would pass them around our table and then someone would write down a word. Then the person whom the paper belonged to, would have to make a poem. The last words of each line are what they put for me and I finished the rest. So, basically I made this at the Boys and Girls Club lol.
Kelly Aug 2018
Awake again, sleep
Eludes me. I count sheep but
Alas, no slumber.
I wrote this just after 3am. I have insomnia and often my best thoughts come to me when I’m unable to sleep.
Go to sleep, my child
Pay no mind to the dark night
Close your eyes, my child
I am holding you so tight;
I'll hold on with all my might.

— The End —