Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sister and I loved to play, to run and twirl and roll in grass all day. Momma gets mad when we go too far but our yard is massive we live on a farm! Running on rolling fields of prairie, singing and laughing and acting merry, shot right through the tree line that marks our abode, slid across the rocks on Old Joser Road, saw an old lady who walked with crumpled toes and spoke too and listened too a pack of crows, plucking weeds and picking a thorny flower she called out to us that fateful hour;

  “Oh my and how lovely, two twins so cute! I had thought no one lived so far out here, away from the town and its charming cheer? Why don’t you come over and meet my pet crows and I’ll show you two a trick that nobody knows!”

  I leaned down to consult with sister you see, she being younger she’s littler than me, I told her to stay close while we watched the show, then we’d be off and away we’d go;

  “Okay old lady my name is Tim and this here’s Tam and this place you’re in, is our family farm and that guy in the field, well that’s our Dad, and if you mess with us he gets real mad, so no funny business in this game and we’ll be nice to you just the same.”

  “Agreed indeed you little man and I can’t wait to see you in my pan!”

  Now I had to think on this real hard. Did that mean something about being able to see or was she talking about eating me? No matter, no problems and boy those crows, did they sure put on some funny shows and acted like they had lots of smarts and seemed just like pets and warmed our hearts;

  “Thanks old lady we gotta go we’re almost late for dinner you know?”

  She moved too fast and came right up and pulled out an odd-looking wooden cup;

“Wait there dearies, not so quick, about that dinner and my sweet shtick, you see you owe me a trick too, two coins I’m asking there of you, you bring them up to my cabin on that hill and I’ll teach you some magic and give you a thrill!”

  “Okay lady!”

  I agreed as we ran, if we don’t get home soon it’s gonna be my can! ‘Cause I know my pops he’ll beat my **** and I’ll be sent upstairs with nothing to eat, so I told little sister to move those feet!

caesura

  Whisk you down the road of boiled toad, and singeing hair, of whispered things and fires' flare, of evil looks from open books, pigeon’s toes and a chicken gizzard, while around your legs it crawls and creeps, my hungry lizard that never sleeps! You gawk! You stare! My wrinkly-face, the dank rank air in my dingy place, the dusty shelves a-lined in books and creepy crawlies in every nook, cobwebs and spiders at every corner, piggies run squealing while the chickens banterer, ravens caw at strange green light from lantern but back to all those shadow corners where little bad things spy and salivate, thinking on what they had last ate, and there you are shaking, nervous, trembling; a porky little piece of meat and something we all want to eat!

  “Oh don’t be scared my little one, I’m kidding, teasing, just having fun. Hand me the coins I asked for earlier, when we crossed paths along Old Joser, draw near to me, come here, come a bit closer!”

  Be careful will I not to bare my teeth, or lick my lips or stare too deep, for one is easy, two a dangerous feat and I so want to have my little porky piece of meat! I stood on a ladder with little Tam on my shoulder, so she could see the *** as it smoked and it smoldered, I directed little Tim over there to a seat and he saw me lick my lips as I thought about their meat.

  “Aha ha ha ha ha!”

  I laughed out loud as I cast in the dust and the billows changed color and kiddies made a fuss, but then the sparkly things popped and shimmered in their eyes, while both of them let out marvelous sighs, bewildered, bemused and tricked by my lie, I threw Tammy in to my cauldron to die!

  “Nooooooo!”

  Little Tim, little Tim did he let me in and punished will he be for that little sin, I whispered a spell and took up my broom and zapped a hole in the floor out in the room, where Tim was running and dropped him in a hole, down a tunnel he went that saved his soul, for out he shot back on Old Joser Road, no wiser no worse for the trick I showed!

Now listen up children or this is your lot,

For I’m out there always lurking with my ***,

I’m always hungry and so are my crows,

We’ll eat you up all the way to your toes,

“Jimson and sassafras, morning glory, woodrose seed,”

“A ***** of my finger, lock of my hair, a thimble and tweed,”

“Two coins, a cauldron, my cunning and your breed,”

“Whenever I’m hungry that’s all that I need!”
(Joser: Joe-Sir) rhymed with (Closer)
This is a retelling of the Sumerian story of Tim-Tam which is the origin of Hansel and Gretel. This entire piece came to me in a dream and I wrote it down in one sitting over ten minutes. Grimm's Fairy Tales are about warnings to small children...warnings that not ALL adults are good people and sometimes starving old people in the woods use trickery to eat kids. The phrase 'two twins' is a reference to the dual nature of myth as both actual events and cosmic. Gemini and the two earthly children.

Two coins to pay the boatman who takes your soul across the river Styx.
CLStewart Mar 2015
Normalcy?, what the **** is that! When you ran around the block in a t- shirt and those vintage laced ******* screaming "an eclipse isn't to be had!,an eclipse isn't to be had!", what did I do? I stood there, I stood there and waited patiently for you to come inside. The bottle was still corked, the venison covered and the album of the evening (Ok Computer) turned down. Nooooooo!!!! Was that good enough, Nope!, I think not. You reluctantly came inside because you had to ****, but not before you babbled a few one liners from every ******* motion picture we ever saw together. Remember that time on the cliffs when we almost lost it all and the car was hanging on 2 tires off the edge, remember what you said to me? I do,... you leaned over in that bright flowered day dress that barely covered your body and you whispered in my ear. "feel me breathe, feel me breath baby." and that's when I first took you.
Molly Oct 2019
The cult ran our dances
They ruined
Ruined!  My memories!
My High School Experience

I wanted a
normal winter formal
that the school put on
But noooooo
The cult
The religious
Messed with my school experience

Plus they wouldn’t even let me join the cult
**** all the beautiful ****** in jobs daughters.  Which you couldn’t do.
Girls ask the Guys

No sponsor to get in
Mom find me someone!!
We have to be related somehow
Or we could lie...
I just wanted to be like my best friend.


Ancestral blood magic
They’re running everything.
Well, I’m gonna burn something
To release this.
I can’t?

Meghanne
Who is in charge?
A man without a name
The Shriners

They’re in charge
The pub
Nooooooo
You like Mike
It’s not the other one
beautiful building
And the upstairs...
You only had a dream about it
Haven’t had a party there, yet.
Not time

It’s a good place
It’s Hibbing
It doesn’t belong to them
Michael
The same name as my brother
Magic protects us


Getting old or
We all die in the Apocalypse
8 years to go
#Gretaistheshit
The last test
We have 8 years to Master this

When you’re rich you might want to
Buy him out
Well.  
Idk, if I want to be a ‘bar person’
Just owning bars

Too tacky
False
Thoughts

Made the girls ask the boys
But never got over social anxiety
Sadie Hawkins would of been lame
They had an original name

Okay they’re a good organization
The cult of the Nazis
Only the pure get in
Exactly, this is what you’re up against.
America gave them all our great 3

Your dream of them last
Night
Darkness
Blood no wrong
Redness around the nursery
Sense
The darkness
His darkness
Is getting strong

The war is on
F.e.a.r.
A dream of your fears of them
Not the ones who joined
The ones who run it
Feeling a little Old Testament
Again

Drive around in silly cars
Don’t be scared we’re friendly
Evil sorcerers
We donate to charity?
Not good enough

A boys and girls club
No one gets in Alive
Next reincarnation
Hence, why I almost died, because
Of you,
And, your organization
Suicide
Not true=trying to shame you

Then
I get into your blood cult
Maybe who knows
Your Bible
Isn’t the only magic out there
They’re other Chinese gods
Were all warning
You

Gods live inside me
Or so my DNA thinks

The DNA that makes yours
Look weak

See this is a ******* stupid cult
No inclusion
Christ
Would be disappointed

That’s the point you satan worshipers
All you car about is yourselves
And your money
And your families too
What your prayers can get you
Namaste
Witches

Free Masons
What your buildings bring you
Darkness lives inside of you
Locked in
Prison

Same as me
Nooo
I hate money
Tied down
Planet
Aba Bon-Bon Jul 2013
my heart is going to die!
NO! you belong with him!
wait, now hes dead, that changes everything!
Don't! not that ship!
I was sure it would sail!
The tears, OH! the tears!
no! no! no!
this is wrong!
you have to **** him!
he has all but ruined your life!
please!
NOOOOOOO!!!
THE SHOW IS OVER!
now i will have to face reality.

I use to many exclamation marks!
i forgot to capitalise so many things!
I, used CAPS LOCK!
and, worst of all, i dont know if i used correct punctuation.

why!?
ohNoe Apr 2014
Ever had the most rad?
  The holy ghost of glad?

I had seven months of spastically happy,
  miles of miracles more than ever been in me!
I was lifted beyond unknown heights,
  kiss-gifted to upon cloud-shown sights!

**** my sweetest taurus
  tore US
and i was tossed aside
  cast back across cliff-side
on the catapult
  of my-fault

Stranded,
  broken before i landed,
and after,
  all that's left is shatter...

Crying daily,
  well,
    more sobbing uncontrollably,
      spirit crying as it's dying
the essence of yur being
  screaming as it's bleeding...

what is there but weeping and sleeping?

Flowers for the ones you've known,
  the dead given new life grown.
Except it ***** even more than ever before,
  cuz yur heart is being ****** upon Death's shore.

And my present somewhen
  is i shall never shine again.
My rare laughter
  is a terrorist to me,
    a foreigner ex-family.
Anything non-shatter
  is an unwelcome stranger
    nonsense cult danger...

i keep going thru the motions,
  despite nooooooo!!! emotions...
having empty echo conversations,
  exerting energy in wasted creations...

trying to care
why'ing to share
  **** nah
    i got nothing there...
other than a why the **** would i care,
  and a barren sigh soul-struck stare...

Almost all smiles are fake forced and painful,
  ain't that the definition of ******' wonderful?!
**** oh woe is me,
  i s'posed to be oh so happy...
Oh yes sir Cap'n,
  that's gonna ******' happen...

except i ain't got no mend
  and this ain't got no end
other than forever....
I promise some happy happy joy joy poems soon (from days gone by...)

— The End —