"boogey" poems
I'm a soldier in the nightlight revolution
I'm fighting the nightmares that haunt your dreams
The monsters in your closet
And the Boogeyman under your bed
One outlet at a time
I'm a silent alarm that vibrates your covers
When older brothers come in after bed time
To cover your face in shaving cream
Dip your hands in popcorn bowls of warm water
Or just slap you in the face
Sometimes they're not that subtle
I know when there is a tooth under your bed
Or reindeer on your roof
I've got a motion detector to keep step fathers at bay
While your mother's asleep
I'm his grave digger and his crypt keeper
Taking his skeletons out of the closet
And laying them in the middle of the floor
That man won't call on you anymore
I'm a hug when all you need is a handshake
And a hold-you-all-night when all you need is a kiss on the cheek
I don't do half-ass
When things go bump in the night I bump back
Never fear to close both eyes when you sleep
Dream of fairy tales, Prince Charming
Dream of Maid Marions
Waiting for your touch
Don't fear the reaper he fears me
I am a soldier in the nightlight revolution
Armed with so much more than illumination
I crawl through the cracks in the closet door
Make their shadows cast pictures of rainbows on your wall
The Boogey Man runs from Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris runs from me
Please rest easy
Let the night take you for all it has to offer
Through star lit skies and rain filled clouds on magic carpets rides
Ocean floors and clown fish in little yellow submarines
Rain forests with koalas and parrots and panda bears
Son never fear for what the night brings near
The nightlight revolution is here
Throw your dream catcher away I will hand craft each one
Take the lavender out of the window sill
Don't leave the door cracked
You've got me
I'm here
We're all here
Soldiers of the nightlight revolution
And we will not sleep til you're awake
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
I remember as a child
I wanted a nightlight because the darkness was frightening and forbidding
But then you showed me that there are more terrifying things than darkness
I remember as a child
I used to pull the covers up at night glaring at the closet afraid of the boogey man
My small body would tremble as I waited in the darkness…certain that an ominous presence was watching
But then you taught me that there are things more evil than the boogie man
… and they don't hide in closets
I remember as a child
Walking in the rain and the sight of a small slug, slimy and slick on the sidewalk was enough to paralyze me in disgust
But then I was left alone with you and I discovered that there are things much more disgusting than a slug
You left me in the dark with no light switch
You taught me to watch for monsters in the daylight
You held my face so I couldn't escape
You were the thief in the night stealing from me what I didn't know I had
Robbing me of the entitlement of innocence, feelings of safety and trust
Labeled a "survivor",
You left your oppressive sun burning in my sky
But at least I'm not afraid of the dark anymore
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
As she uses her muse through her veins,
through her mind, oh how it sounds so Sublime.
So infectious with your souls write.
My mind wonders through the categories of Rock,
Pop,
and
Hip-Hop.
From Micheal feverish Moonwalk
to
Chris Browns Impervious Glyde,
From the **** walk
to
the C-walk,
from the Electric Slide
to
the slide of song to mix up the Casper slide.
Dance is a muse;
To dance,
to Sing,
To Rap, and
"Just Do The **** Thang";
Don't stop get it, get it;
Hey D.J. keep playing that Soul music to feed the soul,
to move the body,
to motivate the mind,
to inspire the time.
So Everybody get down wit ya bad self and use your muse.
"Whats Your Muse"?
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
In the pitch black of night
Lights shine bright
Keeping the boogey man
In the corners
Where no one will see him.
One brave soul, though
Braces the unknown
Running through the dark alleys
In search of the scary demons of the night.
He lights fires in the endless sea
Of aimlessy floating things,
To see, in relief, that
Nothing was ever there.
That the boogey man in our dreams
Never left our mind to
Become the monster we
Imagine in the dark.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
There’s a moment to every story
When the prince doesn’t come to save the damsel
The dragon can’t be defeated
And the threads of lies the witch wove
Grow stronger instead of breaking
When chivalry has long since past
And the mourners leave only dying flowers
At a grave that was never there at all
Because no one cared enough
To stop and drag its lowly carcass from the road side
Before the ravens came a pecking
Pecking, pecking
All the while calling in their harsh laughing voices
Never more
Like feathered boogey men to steal away what was never ours
Except in dreams and fairytales
While sprawling trails of ink on paper attempt to record
Every step in a hero’s journey
Without ever stopping him in warning
Of the ravens all the while waiting
With cries of never more
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
now that I’m old enough,
to see and recognize
important,
historical,
events
they just seem
to keep coming
and coming
and
coming
tonight,
Osama is dead
the boogey man
the terrorist patriarch
the killer
the mass-murderer
the second ******
the king of thieves
the bearded Beelzebub
the destroyer of worlds
the colossal nature of
this moment hits me like
a truck
it is a victory
it is a turning point
it is a momentous
event
I cannot fathom it
this is the start of a new era
a dawn of a new age
in this moment
I hope the world celebrates
but I warn you,
it’s not over
yet
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 7:49 PM UTC
I let the boogey man in
To see if he could get me back to the sea
We were friends there once
We fished underneath the sky filled with black
Dotted with milky stars
And all the more
There were worries inside his eyes I couldn't believe
He bent down to pick up something he had dropped
And when he saw it was His heart
He sneezed
Through the history of his life
He remembers only the wide ocean blue sea
It was funny how he moved, rickety like you couldn't fathom
And the hate that I felt for the darkness just vanished
Cause we are all monsters sometimes
And angels in another
We shift with the season which hails translucent fire
Move with the wave of water that flashes bright through all of us
Is there a way to move the minds of man toward a good?
Is there a way to turn back time so one could say "I should"?
An affirmation of the rock that clashes
Within the hurricane hastiness that drops down from the heavens
While some seem to blame it on their brethren
Of course of course I'll take the drink before the dawn!
Cause these wild hearts around me have seemed blind from the start
Underneath this skin lies no man nor woman no plan
Yes' underneath this blanket of illusory warmth
Lies a thing from the land and not from the land
A starry hope like a drifting boat
That I won't turn out to be
Just a dope
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
How did I get here?
What year did I get
hooked? I can say
it began in 7th/8th grade,
but this has been going on
much longer.
I was born addicted
to breathing too hard, kicking,
screaming, fighting everything
going on around me.
I was born addicted to
burning. I have always reveled
in my own shadow. Been addicted
to addictions. Been hooked on
the Boogey man and the monsters
in my closet.
I remember,
I was 5,
tried to play with
my nightmares, but
they were playing with
my dreams and psyche.
I'm in a downwards
roller coaster. I swear it was
going up,
Then again after all
the drugs I'm surprised
my inner ear has any sense
of direction.
I've been lost in a hurricane
filled with marijuana,
amphetamines, all the alcohol
you could wish for.
Valium, ******* Percocet, acid,
shrooms, Ecstacy, Xanax, I've
popped pills with no clue of the
name.
Snorted so many different chemicals
I got a nose bleed for 2 hours.
and took another bump
when the road looked safe.
My path of addiction is
embedded in my DNA.
I swear I was born
on fire.
I burn through each day,
I burn through each moment,
I burned through my own brain.
Burn out... That's what you call it.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Hi there, my name is Mr. Boogey,
I see you from the corners of your room,
From the ceiling in your house,
From places u don't wanna know.
Hi there, my name is Mr. Boogey,
I see you,
I'm coming for you,
I'm here; behind you.
You, can't erase me,
you can't forget me,
You are me,
Am i you?
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Do you know me?
"But of course! Where are my manners? I am what you make of yourself. I am what your greatest lusts under silver sheets. I am the Boogey Man. Simply put: I am desire."
I thought you would be more...
"Evil looking? Would you have me look like Snidely Whiplash with devil horns?"
But why are you here? I live a good life. My wife and children adore me, I am doing well at my job and my golf handicap s almost as good as the Pros!
"You want something! You always want something!"
(So I found out)
"Now was that so bad?"
No comment
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
I think I'm losing my mind.
Maybe the lack of sleep…I don’t really know.
It always comes back to the fear & anxiety,
The rage and the sadness…
Drifting in and out of the past and the present.
I’m doing everything I can to keep from hurting myself tonight.
It’s been brewing for over a week now,
I don’t know how long I can keep it at bay.
It sits behind me, taunting me, breathing down my neck,
* “Nita, you know you can’t resist me much longer
Just do it – you’ll feel better, you know you will.”*
But it’s lying!
I may feel better for a few moments,
Maybe even a few hours, but it’ll all be back.
I don’t want to cut myself,
I don’t think I have the energy to deal with the blood and the band-aids
I don’t think I can even stop the bleeding tonight.
As much as I want to see it, to feel the pain,
I’m doing my best to hold it at bay.
Back to the wanting to give up stage.
Why does it always come back to this?
No one believes me – no one believes that the boogey man – he really does exist.
He is here! He comes here all the time, but no one believes me.
Therapist thinks I just need to “self-regulate” my emotions,
I need to “self-soothe” myself back into the present.
F@#k! At the “present” I don’t even know what year it is!
He is here!
He is around each corner, he is right here!
And he is clawing me, ripping me apart, limb by limb.
There isn’t much left – I’m in pieces already.
But no one will believe me.
Each day more pieces of me fall to the ground, neglected, forgotten.
But no one understands.
I want to rip her out of my body!
I scream at her,
*“Leave me alone, you stupid whiny baby!
Go **** your thumb or whatever it is you do and leave me alone!
I hate you!!”*
But no one gets it.
**** happens!
And when it does, some of us can’t deal with it!
It’s not manipulation,
It really is an inability to deal
With the overwhelming voices and feelings, hands on my body.
And yet no one cares, no one understands.
Does it ever stop?
How do others cope?
What the heck is wrong with me?
I took an internal inventory
And there’s nothing of value left in me:
He took my heart, my soul, and my body.
He destroyed my hope, my trust…what’s left?
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
Sometimes I sleep with the lights on so the darkness doesn’t consume me.
So the darkness within my mind doesn’t leak it’s way into the outer world and mesh into depressive thoughts racing around my room and not only in my mind.
This darkness is far more terrifying then any childhood monster could be.
Creeping it’s way into my bed and luring me to sleep only to terrorize me in my dreams.
Whispering in my ear how worthless I am and now I should continue to sleep forever.
My depression is my boogey man.
Terrorizing me at night when it knows I’m the most vulnerable.
This is why I sleep with the lights on most nights.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 10:49 PM UTC
Boogey Man
When I was a young boy, I had a fright
That Monsters would come out at night
And that they’d eat me, I was sure!
But my parents helped me to endure
They showed me while the lights were on
That the Monsters were all gone
In fact they had never really been
So off to bed I should go again
But sleep did not come easily
And I would lay awake nightly
Wide eyed, hiding under the covers
Until exhaustion won eventually
In the morning I would awake to find
That it had all been in my mind
And that there was nothing to really fear
So I grew up believing it clear
Then I went to school one day
And bought all the lies the teachers gave
In fact the older I got in life
The less I saw with my own eyes
I got a job that would make me a man
Where I ended up deployed to foreign lands
And in the wars of Iraq and Afghanistan
I saw the terrible nature of man against man
Those visions hit me across the face like a smack
In fact I’d say they brought me back
All the way to the days of my youth
Where suddenly I realized the truth
That Monsters are very real you see
They walk and talk
Just like you and me.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 6:39 AM UTC
~~><~~
Sockety chispy
Maffa-locee yum
Crots in the pots and
Boogey Man's thumb
Fickle spackle crumb cake
Rintrah's roarin' too
Roostah-puck 'n fleasteak
Elephant shoe
~~><~~
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
in my dream, i eat dinner with your family. except, they don’t look like your family until you sit down across the table. then, they all grow faces: your mom, your dad, and your three brothers. their wives are also at the table and, when you say mrs. kennedy, we all turn to look at you. now you look at me like i just grew a face, too, then at my hands; i have a diamond ring on every finger of each hand. you grab me by the elbow and drag me away from the table. you pull out a flipbook of all the girls you’ve slept with, all tall brunettes like me. then there’s actually me, on my back and on my knees and on top of you. look, you finally admit, *i only wanted to **** you*. i wake up.
in my next dream, we eat lunch at a table outside with your children. there are four of them: a tall japanese boy, a little black girl, and a set of freckled, white fraternal twins. they are all named john, like your father, even the girls. the boy twin is on a leash but, when he tries to run into oncoming traffic, you let him. they’re not really your kids, anyway. they’re the babies your ex’s carried to term to try to make you stay. it didn’t work, you say, like it’s something to be proud of. i don’t want to have your kids, anyway, i am reminding you, when the boy comes limping back screaming mommy. i wake up.
in my last dream, you eat breakfast in bed with your new girl. she smiles with her entire mouth. her face is stuck like that, top teeth cemented to bottom teeth. she laughs at your jokes through the enamel. wanna go for round two? you ask and she answers you like yeth. she gets on her knees and you push her head down to **** you off, your **** banging against those teeth. open up, babe, you say, open up. she can’t. i sleep through the night.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
The boogey man is not a man,
But a monstrous cavity in the minds of the men.
Black corners and shaded wardrobes,
What deamon, boggle, hobgoblin the bedstead-dark holds?
Eyes are sticked on the darkness,
Noble nowhere: the wide pupil is seeing far less,
While the truth is under your nose:
Thousand lies' eyes lie upon you that no one knows now.
Spiders? Rat snakes? What's hidden there?
No one knows and no one cares by-chance you barely dare;
It's you and your mind - your demons
Who barely care - its self-destruction deepens itself.
Dark room, wardrobe and under-bed;
Darkness dwells in none of among them, but in your head.
Empty-headed pics of crassness,
Made by no boogey, but an ignorant's recklessness.
Put away your holy water;
No need for illusive Jinn-conjurer Gin-tonics.
Darkness knows one weapon: homage;
Nightmares can be killed only through the light of knowledge.
Black corners and shaded wardrobes,
What morbid poison, what fearful drug your brain cells hold?
Embrace no torch, no crucifix;
The thirst of knowledge dries out every grim-naughty pics.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
You wake up in the middle of the night
and you hear an unfamiliar sound—
a gasp, it sounds like,
or a choking, a struggle.
You are disturbed, yet unafraid,
you are curious, but too lazy to leave your bed.
Three deep breaths, and the sound stops,
and you realize that you were just
choking on your own words,
your own thoughts trapped between your
throat and your lips, the thoughts you
always want to scream but only whisper
quietly to yourself, the thoughts that are
thunderstorms inside your head,
clouding your vision and pushing you
down to the floor, the thoughts that
time after time break down the dams
behind your eyelids
but only in controlled isolation.
You hear yourself gasping for breath,
your breathing remnants of thoughts,
your thoughts tough hands
around your own neck,
squeezing firmly until you fall
back to sleep.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
When the hands of time
get lost in the rhyme
when they pull you back back
and space does crack crack
it's torment in a truckloads ride
with fraught mind nowhere to hide
it's the real life boogey man
showing you just how he can
take you down down in one blink
then sleep is here & on the brink
of hell you teeter totter pirouette
the curtains shut the scene is set
back back you hurl back in time
to the darkest days & the darker nights
it's the ice cream truck that never comes
it's the cold blades glint as warm blood runs
it's the sun shining just over there
it's the monster creeping ever near
when the sun won't rise fast enough
his smooth skin hands bring the rough
and the dance won't stop only the clock
frozen in time backwards tock tick tock
it's the sickening taste of copper & dirt
& knife slices are the least of the hurt
when the scars dont heal just remain
it's the constant bleed the lingering pain
of a child's heart broken & left to rot
it's never enough & its an awful lot
see the world dissovle see trust rust
feed the need inside the want the must
try to grasp on tight a filament of hope
or contemplate swinging rough rope
it's these lines bleeding all over the place
searching seeking a familiar warm face
is it giving in or is it reaching out
or just more my sickened pen to spout
even after he's long & cold in earth deep
it's the knowing I am his forever to keep
my stolen child my innocence my hope
the faint scars left in skin of rough hewn rope.
J.C. 05/06/2019.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
The dark makes us anxious.
We're recovering from our fear.
The soothing murmur of my breathing
As I coo myself to sleep.
The gentle tossing of your body
A reminder that you're near.
It's okay to be afraid.
I'll be your nightlight.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
#*Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot*…
Joni Mitchell
Fighting their wars in business suits
Blowing up peasant villages
Lying, While the Pentagon loots
Our failing empire pillages.
The wonder boys from Ivy Leagues
Look good on paper, making war
Their covert actions and intrigues
Exhibit what they tax us for.
Patriot boogey-man ** Chi Minh
Was armed by US in forty-five;
Then made the foe as we sent in
Our troops. And some returned alive.
The Dulles brothers, with their spooks
Testing strategies, had a ball
Dropping ****** on the *****
Earth turned into a shopping mall.
And now, some puppet in Ukraine
(a Chinese laundry for their cash),
Requests more arms. So please explain
Before Crimea burns to ash.
That’s all. Their only long-term vision:
Body-counts— first bomb, then Starbucks.
Spectacles on television;
Do not question Daddy Warbucks.
Apr 12, 2023
Apr 12, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC