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  Feb 2015 Talula
ryn
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\       |       /

\               •think my               /
pen's almost dry•it's get-
ting oh so hard•ideas seem to just
\   fly on by•i'm unable to deal any more   /
cards•bottom of the barrel•i seem to be
scraping•trapped in a long, dark tunnel•
coherence eluding...the words that need
inking•i need a simple little trick...•to
soothe this perpetual itch•need my
/        bulb come on really quick•hope-        \
fully as soon as I flick on
/               the...switch•               \
|   ooooooooooo   |
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•••••••••
•••••••••
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ooo
  Feb 2015 Talula
ryn
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•they'd               
come at night•               
these footsteps are               
never light• always                    
heavy and running ar-                      
ound•...they are annoy-                        
ingly creepy..., these aw-                       
ful sounds•every night,                          
after eleven without                        
fail•into rooms,                        

us they would                        
tail• making a                        
din overhead                        
•when all                        
                         should
                        be quiet inste-
                         ad•like barefooted
                          children i would ***-
                          ume...•wandering and
                          exploring into every ro-
                           om•...could they come
                            wilfully•from the cou-
                                ple who live above
                            me•i very much

                             doubt so•bec-
                             ause this much
                             i know...•that
                             the neigh-

bour up-                    
stairs, they're                        
old•frail and meek;                            
never bold•they'd re-                            
tire early•after late, ne-                            
ver a party•now... there                            
the feet go again•drivi-                            
ng me almost insane•                            
on my ceiling now,                            
they're pacing•                        

they know i kn-                        
ow and they are                        
playing•these                        
invisible                        
                        feet•ne-
                        ver would we
                            meet•one thing for
                           sure•this is not a friv-
                            olous tour•determined
                            to tell•that they exist
                              as well•nothing i'm
                               certain but it is clear
                               •i think they really
                              like it here...•

                              •i don't think
                               they're leavi-
                              ng•they're
                 ­              bent on


staying...
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I live in an apartment on the 2nd storey. My family and I would hear these footsteps every night.

Initially we would dismiss it to be the neighbour living upstairs but that became very improbable simply because the couple who lives above us are far too old to be jumping and skipping in the wee hours...

We have tried ignoring the sounds but they would intensify. We'd hear intentional heavy footsteps, running, jumping between rooms but most of the time they would follow us to whichever room we're in.

Lately these sounds had progressed to rapping on the concrete walls in my bedroom. I could hear them as I lay in bed knocking and tapping on the wall by me.

The thing is... I live in a corner apartment and beyond that wall is the exterior of the building... There is no way anyone could be on the opposite side of that wall...

Creepy much?
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  Feb 2015 Talula
MonsterInsideMe
the truth is right in front of their face
they choose to look the other way
an illusion is what their mind is based
they don't want to see the thunder storms of May

the mother doesn't want to face reality
though its right in front of her
the father doesn't want it to be
they both let their heads blur

but their daughter will soon be dead
following in her older brother's steps
the 17 year old crack head
their footsteps silently crept

down the stairs
or out the window
claiming they need fresh air
they're really smoking *** though

everyone just turns away
shielding themselves from the truth
but what happened to their son Jay
and where is their daughter Ruth

both have disappeared
the mother and father burst out in tears
forced to face what they secretly always feared
having no right to cry since they were never really here

so what happened to Jay
and 15 year old Ruth
both had a price to pay
since their parents chose not to see the truth
  Feb 2015 Talula
MonsterInsideMe
You come through my opened door
And I feel your hands softly wrap around me
I turn around,  but you are gone
Then yet again you're behind me
This time pushing me to the ground
I used to be able to pick myself up
Yet now I see I rely on your touch to give me strength
I feel you carry me and lay me on your lap
My head on your beating heart
I allow myself to forgive you
Just as you throw me off
When it's good
We can do anything and it's us against the world
But when it's bad
The chain around our hearts tighten until it almost kills us both
I get up to leave
But you pull me close
Forever making me stay by reminding me of my love for you
I couldn't go without your touch
Even if you push me down
I don't want to live without hearing your heart beat
Even if it's not for me
My heart and my brain go to war
One afraid of getting hurt
The other not caring as long as you're with me
Many watch us as we play the confusing game of love
They cringe and mock
But it's us against the world
Until you, mi amor, want to fight it alone
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