When we were young we are told to stay away from the edges,
That if we fall we'll be hurt.
As the years pass by we inch closer to the ledge,
Curious of what we were warned against.
We sneak peaks,
Eyes searching, hands jammed defiantly into pockets,
Breathing heavy with red cheeks.
We are taught to search our closets for monsters,
Snuggled between our clothes.
We were never taught that monsters lay in the contours of your face.

Since I was a young child,
filled with nighttime fears
of monsters under beds
and creatures hiding in closets,
I avoid
looking
  in
   mirrors
    because
     one
      time
       my
        reflection
         looked
          back.

The monsters he grew up fearing.
The creatures from the closet.

The ghosts behind the walls.
The skeletons under the bed.
He was always afraid of the dark.
But as he grew
He taught himself
To let the darkness surround him.
Seeping into his veins.
The creatures no longer crouching in the corners
But flooding his thoughts.
Riding his mind into the sunset
As it sank on the horizon.
He learned to lose control.
To feel the monsters in his lungs.
To hear the ghosts whisper in his ears.
To let his eyes roll back.
He discovered the beauty in the shadows.
Befriended the silence.
He found peace in the isolation.
He didn’t fear the dark.
He became it.

- p. winter

Pounding onto the drums,
Acting dumb for the crowd,
Asking to be a little less proud,
And understand that we're all ****.

Hatred consumes us all, it comes so easily; its almost a gene of its own.

Painful truths and lies shoot us all down,
Everyone is bleeding out and trying to breath,
Everyone is falling from highs and trying to catch the prize.

The skies are covered in dim lights,
Telling the stories of those who lost hope in their dreams.

Everyone is being run down,
The guns are useful tools to pierce a person,
Words impeded in them, and once it hits you there is no turning back;
Your permanently damaged mentally and physically.

The painful truth about us; the 'Human race',
Is that we are all are the monster under neath the bed,
The skeletons inside our closets,
Ready to hunt us down and consume everyone is sight.

We are own parasites,
Every judging thought that turns into a spoke word,
Has already infected someone, and grown,
The rippling effect already taken place.

We are the demons that steal away another's child,
Damaging beyond repair,
Polluting their minds with pure hatred.

We destroy own another, our own loved ones, and random strangers,
That is the little bit of painful truth.

His hands flow across the sky.
Feeling each cloud and the breeze.
He’s in a trance.
The one where you interrupt.
He will not be happy.
Staring at the sky.
As it stares back.
Challenging his every command.
It starts to rain.
He presses on each cloud.
In a hurry.
Trying to escape.
The monsters it rains.
The rain fades.
He’s won the video game.
New High Score.

Sitting against a wall
Beginning to rise and fall
Fill to the very tip must not be wasteful do not let it drip

Quickly quickly must find vein insert inject relieve the pain life feel the sadness wells up . my tears are most the time trap for years tucked down deep inside for the monsters outside  can't get in my head. the Visions multiply stealing my memories instead so yes it's the truth I do agree and do a shot after another shot so I can be free to drowned out this hate have for myself **** every inch of my life away so I can live and breathe without the pain but am I broken or am I insane

Are monsters born, or created?
I stand before you,
Unable to comprehend what has happened.

Once, you were my friend,
My brother,
My alibi,
My family.
Once, I knew you.
Now I see a stranger,
A stranger who has killed, and destroyed.

In a world far off in the past,
We were children.
We were innocent.
In a world far off in the past,
We were together.

This was my fault
I stood off as darkness took hold.
It sank its claws in your skin,
Why didn't I do something?
Before it took your heart,
Your heart that was once so beautiful
That was once so kind.

I created this monster that stands before me,
And I'm sorry my friend,
But now I must undo what I have done.

Are monsters born or created?
I do not know,
But I made this one.

Once in a land far off in the past,
We loved each other.
Once in a land far off in the past,
I had not held a knife towards you.

I'm sorry, my friend,
Goodbye

Hardened and honed
Right down to the bone
Unreachable
Untouchable
Refined in the fires
Of monsters' desires
Irredemable
Irretrievable
Forever being oppressed
Pressed and compressed
Inescapable
Ineluctable
Walking this world alone
Dragging a heart of stone
Unbreachable
Unbreakable
No longer afraid
A warrior was made

©Pauline Russell

Loud voices in
My head;
Whisperings 'neath
My bed.
The monsters have come out
To play;
Please, let this darkness turn
To day.

Deleting things I really meant
Only to replace with words of pretend
Life has always been like this for me
I say one nice thing
Take it back with profanity
Like iron walls surrounding me like a prison
It remain's all year
No matter what the season
Wolf's skin draped over my shoulder
You'll never see through exactly what i'm hiding under


©Leigh
Oct. 25, 2016