"hauting" poems - Hello Poetry

There is a monster under my bed. Hauting, screaming, hurting me. It talks to me every night. I believe it doesn't want me here. It screams and cries, acts more like a child than me. It smells of the bottles in the glass container. It stumbles up the stairs. It opens every window, let's the cold winter frost in and hopes it freezes time. Instead, it freezes me. I wait, behave, hope. I stay silent so it doesn't notice I'm here. Tomorrow it will wake me up. Tomorrow it will attend a parent-teacher conference. Tomorrow they will praise it. "You did a good job raising her" Tomorrow it will turn into my mother. Tomorrow night, the monster returns.

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Oct 19, 2023

Oct 19, 2023 at 4:22 PM UTC

Moony

Monster under the bed.

There is a monster under my bed. Hauting, screaming, hurting me. It talks to me every night. I believe it doesn't want me here. It screams and cries, acts more like a child than me. It smells of the bottles in the glass container. It stumbles up the stairs. It opens every window, let's the cold winter frost in and hopes it freezes time. Instead, it freezes me. I wait, behave, hope. I stay silent so it doesn't notice I'm here. Tomorrow it will wake me up. Tomorrow it will attend a parent-teacher conference. Tomorrow they will praise it. "You did a good job raising her" Tomorrow it will turn into my mother. Tomorrow night, the monster returns.

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Slowly sinking into a hopeless nightmare. The memory of you hauting me, killing me. Can't you see what your doing to me? Prying into my dreams and giving me a .. kiss with a fist.

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC

wolfey

Kiss With A Fist

Slowly sinking into a hopeless nightmare. The memory of you hauting me, killing me. Can't you see what your doing to me? Prying into my dreams and giving me a .. kiss with a fist.

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poetry is all the words we couldnt say all the emotions we couldnt tell you all the sparrow hauting our hearts a wisper of a soul screaming a ***** of chains its the song of our aura the mistakes the passions poems are not to be understood they are to be lived accepted as so a way to enters someones mind wipe your feet on my tolerance carpet sit on my patience and let me show you everything you wont understand watch the soul wisper a scream its only a dream go back to yourself take the poem pill and invite me in ** sharon-Rose boisvert

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC

99cents

poem high

poetry is all the words we couldnt say all the emotions we couldnt tell you all the sparrow hauting our hearts a wisper of a soul screaming a ***** of chains its the song of our aura the mistakes the passions poems are not to be understood they are to be lived accepted as so a way to enters someones mind wipe your feet on my tolerance carpet sit on my patience and let me show you everything you wont understand watch the soul wisper a scream its only a dream go back to yourself take the poem pill and invite me in ** sharon-Rose boisvert

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It was a cold night of december With a coffee in my hands Ghosts of my past are hauting me You were there Comf'tably sitting and staring Thy eyes intently looking in mine With questions like how and why Questions without answers For only you can feed me with one. You had feelings for me in highschool Everyone knew how you felt Everybody knew that I almost melt Everyone knew... But me. If only I knew. I'm not in his arms if only I knew. I was a coward and so are you We were terrified to spill the tea of truth Hence, our feelings were torn and turned into ruth.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC

exolbridgejet12

A december night

It was a cold night of december With a coffee in my hands Ghosts of my past are hauting me You were there Comf'tably sitting and staring Thy eyes intently looking in mine With questions like how and why Questions without answers For only you can feed me with one. You had feelings for me in highschool Everyone knew how you felt Everybody knew that I almost melt Everyone knew... But me. If only I knew. I'm not in his arms if only I knew. I was a coward and so are you We were terrified to spill the tea of truth Hence, our feelings were torn and turned into ruth.

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I loved you i cared for you then something else got my attention you fade away i come back i panick are you dead i didnt cared for you i forgot you is it too late i sigh of ease you are alive then i wake up dreams of hauting you are dead ** sharon-rose boisvert

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC

99cents

no

I loved you i cared for you then something else got my attention you fade away i come back i panick are you dead i didnt cared for you i forgot you is it too late i sigh of ease you are alive then i wake up dreams of hauting you are dead ** sharon-rose boisvert

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