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VeinsOfInk Nov 2
Birds fall silent, the ticking starts,
As shadows move to match your heart.

You know I'm close,
I'll hunt you down,
Wonder how your blood flows,
Follow through the entire town.

You stare at me and walk away,
I enjoy our twisted play.

I inch closer every time you fail,
As I follow your exact trail.

Why won't you just close your eyes?
You will be a feast for flies.

Sooner or later, you need to sleep,
Then I enter, without a peep.

Your meat makes my mouth water,
Just when I imagine the slaughter.

No one else can see,
Close your eyes on three.

One...
Oh, it will be so much fun.

Two...
I'll chase another as I chew,

Three...
Hear you whisper, "Leave me be!"

Out of your sight for just a bit,
Finally, I've made you quit.

You thought you'd be fine if you winked,
But that's not how it works; still, you blinked.
Would love any Feedback or Critic
VeinsOfInk Nov 2
Im Home alone at this night,
Thats what one thinks but i bring fright,

The People always try to cope,
But Im here to end their hope

I am what's in the dark,
I see your little tasty spark.

You turn off the lights and I follow,
I will make your body hollow,

The only light, is in your room,
Just wait till I come consume,

My long black claws, on your face,
Its not going to be a long chase,

With my many eyes i see,
Exactly where you gonna be.

Its so much fun, you need to go quicker,
I just wait, until the lights flicker.
Would love any feedback and critic
VeinsOfInk Nov 1
I woke up and to my suprise,
Nothings there, not even cries,

I went outside, just to check,
No sound at all, what the heck

My Mother allways said a thing,
Said this would happen in spring,

I never gave her word a thought,
No matter how much she taught,

But now I wish I'd gave her mind,
Because the Monster was unkind,

I saw it rip appart a man,
As I watched, it quickly ran,

But i knew it would come back,
Just for me to be a snack.
Would love any feedback and critic
VeinsOfInk Nov 1
Everything is black,
I hear a crack,

Is someone there?
A scent lingers in the air,

It smells so sweet,
Is it a treat?

I try to find the source of the smell,
It's cloaked in shadows, behind a shell

I crack it open and got a stain,
To my luck, I hit a vein

It's not like any other time,
This one has the sweet taste of lime,

The human species is such a delight,
I enjoy every tastefull bite.

As more of us gather we began to feast,
I am a zombie beast.
Would love any kind of feedback or critic
I feel akin to a monster
You should be proud
I am everything
I'm scared to say aloud

Frankenstein's design
Spectacle grotesque to behold
You are responsible
Making flesh cold

You should have caught this coming
Mold I tried to fit
I got angry when I couldn't
Destroyed it bit by bit

You attempted to shape my emotions
Arrange me a little more like you
It backfired and I mutated
Into a monstrosity mimicking your every move

I transformed in front of eyes
Metamorphosis we both took hard
What was pure and picturesque
Hideous and scarred

I now am an abomination
Too horrendous for sight to see
Patchwork quilt of faulty components
Sewn with insecurity

I was supposed to be built in your image
Your perfection I hardly resemble
Lost the sweetness of my youth
Silhouette alone reason to tremble

In your efforts to change me
Into creature of similar disposition
Pushed me far enough to snap
Past point of recognition

I look into mirror and gasp
Not comprehending reflection
Asking how someone could diverge
So drastically the wrong direction?

I've grown talons
Tentacles
Tusks
Replacing my human parts
I don't know how to undo the progression
Revert this revolting reprobate to how it was at the start

I once was a beauty
But became the thing I liked the least
Experiment got out of hand
Now all I will ever be is a beast
Written 1-18-19
Emery Feine Sep 29
One day, while getting ready, I looked in the mirror
And I saw my legs blow up to twice their size
So I quickly left to change my ripped pants
Wiping away the tears in my eyes

And the next day I returned to this mirror
And my face had a dark shade of red
So I shut all of the windows in my house
And hid under the covers of my bed

And whenever I went out in public
I could swear everyone was looking at me
And I knew I wasn't human anymore
For a monster was all they could see

So I kept my head down
Throwing piles of unfitting clothes on the floor
I would probably grow monster-like tentacles for my arms
Or monster-like claws to scratch all the doors

Then I couldn't stand the sight of me
So I shut off all the lights and shut out the sound
But I could still see about one hundred reflections of myself
In the shattered mirror on the ground.
this is my 59th poem, written on 12/1/23
Drab Sep 7
Uh.
My view is cathardic....
That's what they say.
I'm pushing real hard,
But it doesn't move that way.

I guess I will give up.
The heart is not well.
A view from my perch.
Is a view from your ........heck.
NOTES - Almost said it
They pushed me to awaken the giant within, little did they know they pushed past the limit.
...now a MONSTER on their trail!

Thank you for giving me to the ashes and pepper.
Jeremy Betts Jun 22
Sometimes I think it would be easier
To just give in and be the monster
The one they claim I already am
Just go ahead and put wolves clothing on a lamb
Then that way they can say "I told you so"
And I will play it off like, "I know, I know"

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jun 10
If I where to ever get around to it,
There will be very few who would care
Okay, maybe a little bit
But they will roll their eyes
There will be scoffs and sighs
They will try to disguise the smirk
That comes with the pride of being right with no surprise
Because "todays the day"
They will finally be able to say
"I told you so"
"I told you he was a monster"
"I told you he didn't care"
"What did I tell ya, huh? He didn't want to be here"
Nope, not true
But what do they care?
Had they ever?
Whatever
What's true is I will no longer be there
To wave like hell to clear the air
And attempt in vain to clear my name
I will have proven them right once again
By not being able to prove them wrong
Just another loser's dance and song

©2024
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