#boogieman
The boogie man is real
But he's not behind your closet door
The boogie man is real
But he doesn't hide in shadows anymore
The boogie man is real
But he's not beneath your bed
The boogie man is real
But he's only in your head
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 3:36 AM UTC
We let
them induce
trauma to babies and
feed children to cages
mean gestures
felt across the divide
We are the monsters
in Grimm's Fairy Tales
the beasts of nightmares
and bad dreams
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
I'm clawing at your door, God
Don't you see the shadows seeping out from under your closet?
I see those shadows everywhere.
Let me be that for you, God.
Let me pull you in.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
My mom warned me
About the ****** man.
I feared he would come
And find out who I am
And stick his fingers
Right up my own nose
But daddy quickly told me
That’s not the way it goes.
He said your mama has
A kind of impediment
That makes her talk funny
Not say what she meant.
And we were all accustomed
To words mom got wrong.
We seldom made a comment
We’d just nod and go along.
So, I grew up with stories
Of a guy called the Boogerman.
That was the way of childhood
In the neighborhood where I ran.
He was scary and if you failed
To watch out very carefully
He’d sneak up in the night
And grab you quite suddenly.
Some said he would eat you
Like the wolf in fairy stories.
All of the tales were scary
And none of them were glories.
But I never saw or met anyone
Who seemed to fit the description
Until I was grown, recently, and
That was the obvious definition.
He seems to hate everybody
And lives up high behind guards.
He growls and spits and shouts
And uses ugly nasty words.
Boogerman is the only thing
That fits the creep he seems;
The kind of creature found
In ‘wake up screaming’ dreams.
I’m sure when he bakes and eats
The people too dumb to run away
He gobbles and gulps and slobbers
In the most disgusting of ways.
And though some just nod and say
Well, that’s how stuff with him goes,
I am sure that he does it all the while
With his finger up his nose.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
I’m poisonous, detrimental
I will destroy you and I won’t
even glance back to throw
Pity your way.
I am the tornado that sweeps
up the city without hesitating
Lightning crashes that shatter
The sky, thunder that shakes
Rooftops and terrifies small
Children laying in their parents’
Beds. I am the monster that
Hides underneath those beds
And grabs small feet as they
Hang down, I am the eyes in
The closet that haunt you
When you’re sleeping and I
Am the nightmares that keep
You awake at night. I seek
To demolish, I seek to scare,
I seek to tear apart your pieces
And fling them into rioting flames
I will mutilate, decapitate, violate
You without sympathy and I will
Watch as you cry out in pain
And wither away.
I am everything you’ve always
Feared I would be
And worse.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
She's a monster through and through,
She bare ****** and true.
She will think of him
Day and night,
Her Boogie Man isn't here tonight.
She calls for him helplessly,
Searching desperately.
He is gone,
Off in the distance.
Dare she speak what she has to say?
No, no he might run away.
Slowly she resides alone to her den.
Dreaming of her Boogie Man,
"Maybe one day he'll eat me up, and
He'll come outside just to play"
But I am the monster for today
And won't my Boogie Man come and stay?
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC