"boogieman" poems
“Daddy” she asked “Why must you leave?”
as she cried and her chest started to heave.
“I’m so sorry, my Baby.” Daddy said,
his heart started feeling heavy as lead.
“Mommy and me just can’t stay together.
Our happily ever after is no longer forever,
but I’ll still see you, don’t you worry.
Please just know I’m so, so sorry.”
“Please stay! Don’t go!” She kept pleading
as her chest grew tight with her breathing.
“Did Jimmy or me do something wrong?”
“No, Punkin, no! Please try to be strong.
I promise I’ll come get you on weekends.
Up to Grammy’s we’ll go, this isn’t the end.”
Then to her Daddy she quietly said
“How will you tuck me and Jimmy in bed?
And hug us tight and kiss us goodnight
and make the Boogieman shake with fright?”
“It’s okay, Honey. Mommy will be here.
You and Jimmy have nothing to fear.”
“But Daddy, how will I be your Princess now?
Answer me please. How Daddy? How?”
“Please, Baby, please! Try to understand
I’ll always be here to hold your hand.
It’s not like I’m leaving forever, you see.
I promise you’ll grow to like how it will be.”
“Never, Daddy, never!” she said with a cry.
“I never, ever want to say good-bye.”
“Honey, I’m sorry. I really have to leave.
Please, Baby, please! Let go of my sleeve.
You and Jimmy will see me in only six days.
If you count on your fingers, that not far away.
I love you, my Princess. Please don’t forget,
it will get easier. I’ll make you this bet:
that after a while the pain won’t be bad.
That you won’t cry so much or be so sad”
She sniffled and shook and gave him a hug.
“I really don’t think so” she said with a shrug.
“I’ll miss you, my Daddy. Please know this is true.
I love you, my Daddy. I’ll try not to be blue.”
“That’s my girl” he quietly said
as he quickly had to turn his head;
for tears were falling from his eyes
as Daddy and daughter said Good-bye.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
I used to be scared
Scared of the monsters under my bed
And the way "the boogieman" deals with bad children
But now that I'm older
Only fear seems to come my way
I'm scared
Scared of the fact
That my nightmares could become reality
That my past could be my present
And my rights could morph into wrongs
I'm scared
Because I don't want anyone to know
How much I love them
And how much I care for them
How weak with sentiments I am
I'm scared
That my loved ones will turn on me
That I will fail in what others expect of me
That I will be judged for all my mistakes
I'm scared
That my life will be filled with this endless suffering
Filled with endless stress
Filled with endless weariness
Filled with endless questions
Endless questions...
Am I okay will I be okay should I be okay should I be normal like everyone else when will I be like everyone else do I want to be like everyone else do I want to be better than everyone else am I better than everyone else am I good enough I am not good enough when will I be good enough when will I get answers when will I die how should I die can I die will someone **** me what am I thinking should I be thinking about this why am I thinking about this?
Endless emotions,
love, hate, calm, frustrated, confidence, fear, good, bad, live, die, death, life, normal, strange, pain, ache, tired, questions, confusion, fear, more hate, hot, cold, right, wrong, up, down, satisfaction, regret, spare, **** shallow, deep, truth, lies, on, off, WILL THIS PAIN EVER STOP?
I'm scared. I'll admit it.
Scared to love,
Scared to hate,
Scared to fight back on the darkness
That forever awaits
I'm scared I'll hurt someone
If I leave this world
If I leave my story behind
So what do I do?
I'm scared I'll keep living
In between reality and insanity
I want to stop living
But I'm scared of dying...
Help me... please... I'm just...
afraid
tired
fearful
scared.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
The boogeyman
Last night I thought i 'd saw the boogeyman.
He was dancing the boogie going up my stairs.
He stayed out of sight be for most of the night.
When the bell jingled, he began to wiggle.
Dancing to the moon light tune I looked and saw his head.
So round I thought maybe it was a clown.
He bounced up and down like a ball.
Then I saw him in the hall.
As the light came on from the boogie man. He was gone from sight.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
I never just agreed to the complexity of modern technology.
This whole wait now
I just called to say hi.
I mean face it, we are wasting precious minutes
While the boogieman still sits in the deepest crevice of our minds.
The things that drive us wild.
Our fantasies.
The pajama pants left untied for a reason.
The warm hands that await comfort.
**** the phonelines for not receiving that message.
That ******* voicemail recorded soon as the boogieman creeps in just as we close our eyes in wait.
**** you for not picking up the phone in time.
For not committing the intrusion of the late night thought of you.
Bare feet, long shirt and velvet thong.
The sprinkle of perfume dotted beneath your bellybutton meant for me.
The gasp of your moans passionately fogging up the screen of your Galaxy note.
The custom text sent only with a picture beneath a pulsating background.
Give me one good reason we should continue to use these **** phones while they tempt us with what we already know.
When what we feel is more personal than some **** handheld device
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
She was sitting on a bag of dog food in the garage
listening to her Mommy and Daddy argue
She could hear the tears in their voices
as they were yelling about Daddy leaving
She couldn’t understand why he would go
Daddy walked out the door with tears in his eyes
he stared at her with a look of sheer terror
As he realized she had just heard everything
he understood he would have to explain
To her that it had nothing to do with her
She felt her chest growing tighter with each breath
too afraid to say a word, yet wanting to ask why
Not understanding really at all what was happening
but knowing her Daddy moving out
And wouldn’t be living with them any longer
He walked over and sat down beside her
he gazed at the ground trying to decide
How to tell his precious daughter
that he had to leave her and Jimmy
And would see them only on weekends now
She looked so scared sitting there wondering why
her Daddy had to go and leave them behind
It had to be really bad for him to go
maybe her or Jimmy had been too bad
She couldn’t remember anything that wrong
He didn’t think this would be so hard
to tell his Princess he had to leave
That he couldn’t tuck them in at night
or scare the Boogieman away
Or hug and kiss them every day
As Daddy started to explain to her
that Mommy and him just couldn’t be together
She was wondering how long it would be
before they saw him again
And where he would live
He was telling her they would stay with him
at Grammy’s house and it would be fun
That after a while it wouldn’t hurt so badly
and that Jimmy and her would grow to like it
And wouldn’t cry or miss him so much
She looked around and wondered why
Mommy wasn’t out here, too
Shouldn’t Mommy be telling her it would be okay?
and that she would take care of them
Why was Daddy the only one out here crying?
Daddy’s heart was breaking at the look on her face
he never thought he would have to tell his daughter
His beautiful eight year old little girl about divorce
the tears started rolling down his face
As he hugged her close and said Good Bye
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
I haven't been able to sleep at night
and you say it must be nightmares
but who needs monsters in dreams
when im sleeping next to you.
Used to be I could fill those scary hours
with dreams of ecstasy
but now that high is dry
and is leaving only despairing
nights of twisting and turning
and arms of empty air
a numbness slowly creeps
its vines climbing down my throat
wrapping a death grip on my soul
making a prison of fear
and starving all my dreams
which were offered up as a sacrifice
to live with the nightmare of you.
Get me out of this bed
and give me strength to run.
Break these chains
and shake these cobwebs
put a heat in my blood
to revive my cold heart.
and a fire in the lungs
to burn away the fog
and to release the scream
to wake me up.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Love.
Why is everyone concerned about it?
Does it make you feel good writing about it?
All the ones that's been in your life,
The ones who are important to you,
The ones that make your stomach quiver,
And then are gone like it was a dream.
A dream.
You awake to new perspectives,
Like these loves had a way to teach.
But really it isn't love at all,
Just a feeling.
Who's to say what you're feeling,
Is is compassion or is it admiration?
Just another stumbling block,
Take that love and shuv it!
I can care ******* less about your love,
Too many ******* people don't know what it is.
I can care ******* less who's beside you in bed,
Can't you ******* write anything worth while?
Talk about anything ******* else than his lips,
Talk about anything else than her heart.
Who ******* gives a good gooddamn?
Waste my ******* time reading your ******* ****
I don't ******* understand,
Why anyone would persue love?
I, myself, choose death,
The black dharma of the night.
Here comes the pain,
And ******* love had nothing to do with it
So keep writing about love,
You'll get it sooner or later.
Unless the boogieman gets you first!
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
It was so sunny yesterday but
Today is gray and
I’ve found myself addicted to nicotine.
You say you’ve lost your passion but
Where has it gone?
I checked under the bed.
I only found the boogieman.
I checked the shower.
Just a snake in the drain.
And only skeletons in the closet.
There’s something about the patter of
Rain
That sounds so romantic.
Maybe I’m choking on you
Because I’m too afraid to swallow the truth.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
Oh mother, mommy, ma,
could you please not tell me anymore family secrets?
I'm not in the right mood for that kind of drama.
Not tonight, at least.
No, really though, not ever.
You've already told me more than I care to keep
back when I was a child and couldn't sleep.
It's sickening.
Facts and stories that went way over my head
told late at night while you were drinking.
I was just trying to escape the boogieman.
I always had trouble going to bed.
You were supposed to comfort me.
You'd end up crying instead.
Forcing me to comfort you over things I couldn't comprehend.
You just make the nightmares worse.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
Less the dead forget
Why awaken to another existence
It's born from the ashes of hell
From it stems all forms of nastiness
Then the boogieman comes alive
And scares little boys and girls
The time has come unto your world
The dead lives on inside your bedroom
In the closet where they are mostly found
Creeping around and watching you
They don't care about much of anything
Less you want to give them your soul
Then they are happy as can be
I just pray I leave this earth and don't stay behind
Wherever I go would be anywhere better than staying behind
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC