"scarey" poems
I put my head down on my pillow at night,
I smile as I close my eyes.
Because I know that I don't have to feel frightened.
Because Slendy's peeping, keeping close eyes on me all the time.
Slendy knows, I'm only five.
Just like he knows my brother Johnny is nine.
But Johnny doesn't like Slendy too much.
He says he's scarey and frightens him to the touch.
But I like Slendy.
I've told him every time.
Slendy means no harm!
That's why I don't hide.
"Come now child"
I hear Slendy call,
He's waving his arms,
So flimsy and long..
They don't scare me though.
Because I know that Slendy's my friend.
Not a ******
"JANE!"
Slendy starts to move away,
I move towards him in such a sudden daze,
But I hear my mommy keep calling my name.
"JANE!"
I look away from Slendy to see her running to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked her as she picked me up,
As she held me Slendy vanished.
He was gone.
That was the last time I saw him.
But I know he's watching me,
Slendy always talks to me.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
When I was a child, I wondered if monsters really did exist.
I would check under my bed and in my closet,
not because I was scared, but because I was curious.
And when I was a child I learned that they do.
Monsters don't always appear as people would expect
They commonly hide in our cities, schools, and sometimes our families.
They scarey part though, they can hide in our hearts,
our tongues,
or even our subconscious thoughts.
I met my first monster while I was still a child.
And while most would think it appeared to me with a shaved head,
driving a truck with confederate flags,
and a ******** tattooed inside his lip
so racial slurs can roll unfiltered off it's tongue.
My monster was the mother of my best friend.
She stood looking down on me like a doctor looks at a forty year old fry cook.
And while I never did understand why the brown of my skin resembled filth in her eyes,
or how she could look at a child, with that look of disgust.
When I was a child, I could understand, that these monsters do exist.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Pain
Eats at my very soul
Heart beats hard exploding in my brain with each thump
Pain
No one can understand unless they have been here
My mind screams with the unfairness of it all
Pain
It eats away at your confidence in self first
I was a strong minded woman now weak without strength
Pain
It can't be described as it rips through the body
Wholes are throughout leaving tunnels along the connective tissue
Pain
Detroying that which makes me unique
Takes away my wisdom as the tunnels weaken the mind
Pain
Leaving fear in places that used to be fearless
Alone as the demons remove my self worth
Pain
Creeps its way into the heart eating at the good as well as the bad
Heart skipping beats as it begins to lose its ability to beat
Pain
Works against every positive thing one has in life
Taking away my ability to stand on my own two feet making me dependent
Pain
Chews and feeds until it overuns the mind and body
Nothing left to help me fight even my will has been chewed away
Pain
Left to finish the job as no one notices before it is to late
I cry for help yet the vileness fills my throat and mouth making it impossible
Pain
Takes everything away, then heads to the next victim
I am left lifeless, no strength, energy, no will to live, fight, or breathe,
If only I had noticed sooner when that first seed was planted
I wish I had paid more attention to the weird things I noticed
Now I can no longer survice for the pain has won
Please I beg you, do not let it happen to you
FIGHT
FIGHT
FIGHT BACK!
Don't let it win
Don't find yourself in a huge lifeless formwanting to escape with no outlet
For heaven's sake fight for your life beat the pain take its power away
I will be buried soon and the pain will try to skip to another person
Put up your defenses around me and don't let it in destroy it while it is trapped inside of me
Pain
It is a scarey way to go, save yourself from the pain
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
You were sitting
in one of those
cafes in Paris,
outside on the street,
with Betty, James and Clark.
You were all drinking,
smoking and talking,
or in your case listening.
Betty’s voice
was loud and brash:
I said to him,
lay your hand
on my **** again
and I’ll break
your **** fingers off.
Clark gazed at her
with his sleepy
looking eyes:
What did he say to that?
Said nothing, the ****
I know his type;
think they have a right
to touch women uninvited.
You watched her talk;
she had scarey eyes,
dark and penetrating,
and a cruel mouth
with bright red lipstick.
Clark was broad
and had charming eyes,
but appeared at times
to be half asleep.
James was shorter,
but his eyes stared
at people as they spoke,
weighing them up,
gauging the underlying theme.
Some dames like
being touched,
James said,
it reminds them
of their power
over men;
not that any dame
has power over me.
James was your husband;
he stared at you
when you spoke
which made you
reluctant to speak.
Any woman who doesn’t
mind a man
touching her uninvited
needs her head examined,
Betty said loudly.
Others nearby
looked over
from their tables;
some whispered
amongst themselves.
Betty didn’t care;
she had her say.
But you didn’t
like scenes;
it made you
feel vulnerable,
and frightened.
Betty said you
were a lamb
amongst wolves
when you were in
the ladies lavatory earlier.
Whether she guessed
you were beat up
by James or not
you didn’t know;
the bruises were always
out of sight;
never on your face.
Bet you were
the kind, Jane,
to wet yourself
if your teacher said
boo to you at school,
she had said.
You smiled
and said probably.
You admired
her strength
and courage,
but it also
frightened you.
If she knew what
James did to you,
she’d break his nose,
so you said nothing
to give it away,
just put on the mask
and that smile.
We’re all different,
Clark said,
some of us just want
to get on with our lives
unhindered.
He was Betty’s husband;
I bet he didn’t go
unhindered.
There’s sheep and wolves,
she said,
and I ain’t no sheep.
James eyed her
and smoked his cigar:
Clark sipped his wine,
and I looked
at the pale moon
and drank mine.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
The sounds of the Grandchildren
forever touch my heart.
Running and playing tag
playing hide and seek in the dark.
Ball games and checkers
Board games and riding bikes.
Giggling and laughter
float to my ears at night.
A smile on my lips
as I listen to them so dear.
What joy their innocent
voices bring.
Who would have thought
so long ago.
That they would bring happiness
not grief or woe.
As my children grew
and drew my nerves tight .
Too many friends over
on Friday and Saturday nights.
Renting movies
scarey ones at that.
Eating all that was in the kitchen
and wanting to grow fat.
Making me wish
I could run everyone home.
But the days have changed
and I have grew.
A Grandmother now
with a heart of one too.
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 2:13 PM UTC
NightMare
Feels like I’m living in a nightmare
Slowly drifting off to no-where
Living in this world but no-one seems to care.
It’s all so Scarey!
So I’ll pull on my hair so I can be free
I can’t wake up though cause I’m rooted down like a tree.
I can’t open my eyes
I don’t even know why I try
I fell water forming in my eyes as I begin to cry.
I need to talk to somebody but I’m to shy
So I’ll retract into my mind and ask myself why?
Why am I so scared of this world?
Probably because everything is soiled.
Feels like I’m living in a nightmare
Slowly drifting off to no-where
Living in this world but no one seems to care.
It’s all so scarey!
Now I’m afraid of the dark
I jump when dogs bark
I’m even scared to go to the park
Swimming? Forget that,there might be a shark.
Everything just leaves me with another mark.
I try to think of ways out but nothing seems to spark.
It always starts good but then everything just falls apart.
Story of my life man
I got scared so I ran.
Feels like I’m living in a nightmare
Slowly drifting off to no-where
Living in this world but no one seems to care.
It’s all so scarey!
I’m so tired but I’m afraid to fall asleep
Cause every time I close my eyes something tries to hurt me.
I’m surprised they even try
Cause for sure they want a prize
But they aren’t going to get anything though cause
I’m finally waking up
I’m not whimpering like a pup
As I quit my pout…ing
I no longer need to shout.
That’s what I want to happen but it won’t.
Feels like I’m living in a nightmare
Slowly drifting off to no-where
Living in this world but no-one seems to care.
It’s all so Scarey!
Everyday is just more wear and tear.
I live my life in fear
I can’t even spare a tear.
Feels like I’m living in a nightmare
Slowly drifting off to no-where
Living in this world but no-one seems to care.
I’m so scared.
The whole world is just so scarey
I need a magic fairy
To make it through my days of nightmares.
I’m living in a nightmare
Slowly drifting off to no-where
But not one seems to care.
So I’ll disappear.
Feels like I’m living in a nightmare
I live in a nightmare
All I see is nightmares
Nightmares
All I hear is nightmares
Nightmares
All I feel is nightmares
Nightmares
Night mares
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
So if lust and adultery is same why can't I act out my lusts? God says there is no difference between lust and adultery."I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart" (Matthew 5:28). Sweet so since I'm already in trouble can I have *** now? Well hold on first it should be duly noted that temptation is not a sin. People often mistake lust for being physically attracted to someone. Even more importantly it should be understood that it is impossible to avoid sin. We will all sin in action which means hurting others is inevitable to our human nature (which is definitely not good and hurts God) but it happens. Non deserving and all that is exactly why Jesus died on the cross so we can actively repent from the sins we can't avoid (external and internal). If we could somehow avoid all sin the death of Jesus would not be needed. Really we would not need God at all because we'd be like God. But since we sin daily it's important that we are speaking with God everyday . That is what makes any relationship tight. And that is exactly what He wants. He is preparing you for His kingdom! That's why we have His Spirit within us so we can speak to Him direct at any time. Sin in action becomes scarey when God gives you knowledge over a sin and you decide to reject your relationship with him for a sinful action that you know will hurt someone else (happens with *** all the time). "As a dog returns to its ***** so fools repeat their folly" (provers 26:11).But why do we return to ***** ( I know I have in the past)? Most of the time it’s because we fear rejection of people more than God. The world is very tricky and can eat you alive. We must have acceptance by God alone and a relationship with Jesus is the way..... no book,poem, thing,sexual act,money, or person can give you that acceptance. He died for you…He wants you!!! May Jesus bless and protect your heart.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Twas 1942 my fathers day was due
he came upon this earth a babies brand new birth
they said he wouldn make it without his daddys blood
and thats what made him special ..a special kind of love
Twas 1966 my birthday ..a blessing in disguise
could only all have happened.. with my fathers fatherly love
i came upon this earth and caused a scarey stir
another babies breath a breathing from the air
Twas 1997 my son did come about ..was born to be so special
with that i have no doubt
so luck should have our family that i can give some thanks
cos tomorow was his birthday my dad my true best freind
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 12:40 PM UTC
I feel more than I say
And I say so much it's like my cup is full
To breaking point
I say all the things Ive never dared to say before
And we connect in such a natural
Soulmates kinda way
It's strange and refreshing and scarey all at one time
It's so refreshing to feel free with the love you give
There's so much more to say
And so much more time
In which we have to say all that we need to survive
This year the ice will melt
The heart will be allowed to glow
And I will just believe that for now
I am truely loved ...
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 4:40 AM UTC
The Slobber Mouth lives deep down south,
hunting the Ner' do wells.
with candy canes and wooden trains,
with buzzers and with bells.
With fur of green, that's never clean,
and eyes so big and red.
Four filthy paws with unclipped claws,
he fills the woods with dread.
Spiked tail and horns and teeth like thorns,
fixed in a scarey smile.
A big black nose and ragged clothes,
make up his unique style.
Baiting his traps with midday naps,
false promises and lies.
with wasted hours and April showers,
and soft spoke lullabyes.
Dust bunnies hop but never stop,
and never are they caught.
For they are wise to slobbers lies,
and all the gifts he's brought.
The Mites and Motes in winter coats,
so quickly scurry by.
for they too know never to go,
where Slobbers presents lie.
The feather bed floats over head,
the carpet thick with fluff.
He stamps his feet knowing he's beat
and screams enoughs enough.
He packs his sock and checks the clock,
so soon the house will rise.
Stomping away to sleep all day,
and hide from prying eyes.
Beneath your bed this sleepy head,
sits down to scheme and plan.
Tomorrow night if all goes right,
I'll catch the Bogeyman.
On tippy toes in bedtime clothes,
his teddy in his hand.
He waves goodnight to all in sight,
and leaves for faery lands.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
Glory
I look into the tunnel
That leads to the future.
Oh I see glory shining in a tiny spot.
Coming from the future. I see Zion shining.
But the way through is narrow
and darkness is scarey in that line.
Can I walk it, so often alone?
Can I possibly reach that Light?
The Glory is calling. The tunnel does
not turn Up. It stays straight and on Earth.
Will the Earth be filled with
that Glory?
Will there be fig trees?
Will the swords be ruined and made into plow-shears?
Will people live so long then that if they die
People will say, one hundred? So young.
Will there be knowledge instead of
ignorance?
Will there be an end of disease and of
abuse?
Will women and men all be treated as
the equals they are?
Will religions end and other reasons for
hate?
I believe it to be as I have said,
as I have been told all these years.
In the real Bible.
For It says that God said,
But as truly as I live,
all the earth shall be filled with
The glory of the LORD.
mgmorrell 1/20/2016
from thoughts on num 14:21
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
I am so tired of trying
I have no more strength
I have been beaten down
Do not have the energy to get back up
The black cloud has a hold on me
My thoughts are dark and scarey
The smile masks the terror
Must not let anyone see the fear
Sleep is the only relief I have
I close my eyes and tell the voices to quiet
Some listen and leave me at peace
Some just can not leave me alone
They need to have their say
Tell me there is only one way to quiet them
Close my eyes they say and never open them
I am trying not to listen but lately...
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
theres nothing left
just dakness
only scilence
long empty thoughts
speachless
hurt
tears running down my face
every one is gone
the wrold is bleak
there are only lies
who am i
who are you
am i a mistake
how many days have came and gone
what even left to say
what is even left to say
the world is ending
when warfare breakes lose
am i going crazy
or am i losing you
how long have i survivied
is there more pain
or do we all dissaper
long days
speachless thoughts
memories fade
from the faces
who playd lies
will we even dare to step out of line
when we are all broken lies
what do se see
our own shadow or the evil in our eyes
nothing makes sence
its all a hoox
is a voice real
or is it just our imagination
do i really sound like that
endless roads
endless memories
what about our past
it scares me with a cold chill
can any one hear me
my screams to pull me out
scary monsters
play out
the moon never leaves
all the stars glow brighter
lighting a candle is no better
what am i to you or you to me
this is all scarey to me
how far cani touch the stars
is there a new path we are
what is the world coming to
is the warfare over
or do we have to take cover so no one can harm the pretty flowers
love
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
As the rain hits the ground, a repetitive sound
things become clear' when there's something you fear.
lightning strikes flashing bright. all i can think, i don't want to blink.
a rumble noise. from up in the clouds, scarey and loud.
power disarm, eyes widen with alarm.
the screams begin to start, must tare us apart.
I always do wrong, in the eyes of the strong.
She punishes thee, so my sister can see.
In the family I am the baby, but she didn't care. Not even just maybe.
A devil comes out in the dead of the night, shes not herself. this cant be right.
still i sit, hit after hit. my eyes are swollen, my lips split.
i got to bed, against the wall i place my head.
constantly checking to see, wanting to make sure i was left be.
in the morning when i awake. my mind plays tricks, it was a dream.
it was fake.
upon the mirror i see my face, black and blue is whats been placed.
I turn to her, those eyes of fire. They calmed since last night.
I think to myself, I know its my fault. she cant get her wealth.
The drugs she consumes, The Toxics.
The fumes.
My future is spoken, my home life was broken.
What i wouldn't give, for a life worth to live.
But my life's been forsaken, all the good deals are taken.
so i sit, remember hit after hit.
yet still i stay, to take care.
To obey.
The golden child disappears, in your eyes i see the tears.
The one that always took care, never got respect.
but tare.
Remember who stayed by your side, and who took off to hide
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Jesus! that was scarey i forgot what time it was
almost opened the curtains and
I'd just closed them
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC
Sometimes
people say one thing
And their face
tells you something
very much different.
That's why I react.
It's your face.
But you had a stroke
and now it's like I
have to re-learn
What your face is saying.
I'm in the dark
When knowing what
to do to make you happy.
It's scarey.
You seem
a million miles away.
You no longer joke with your eyes.
Please don't leave.
Don't float off.
You're slowly
floating away from
This little life-raft
We have constructed
together.
I feel guilty
for the feeling I have
the you're leaving me behind.
Because i know it's really a natural thing:
We were born into this world alone and we leave it alone.
I wonder where we go
after this life..
This strange strange life.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
what am i i look like just a scare
what am i to you in this world
every night i uncover my scares that cover every inch of my body
i feel like a scarey monster every morning
my body is tourn ripped slashed and scared
i dont know if i should look at my reflection
i cant hide for ever run from fear
people cant even look at my face with out just looking at my slashes down my face
i know i am here but i have fear of what will happen to me
im not afraid to show my self out in public
but i have my own doubts of whats next aft my silence turns violent
what do need to say to you when you just looked at me
you spead lies of hate.
you were my friend who turned on me
i walk alone with my headphones turned all the way up
i know you never ment to hurt me so
im leaving you to start over to start new
my voice maybe quiet but i have big heart who could never hurt any one
even if you burgt me behind my back
maybe its just time for me and you to separat till
till the day ends
then we could brake the silence you have mad along your dream ill never be mad
accident and trust issues happen
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
It was so terrifying
Scariest thing I have ever seen
No t'was not a horror movie
And had nothing to do with halloween
It involved alot of ******
Betrayal and full of gore
I had to look away
I couldn't stand it any more
What was it that I saw
So terrifying I had to look away?
I accidentally watched
The national news today.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
society is a huge scary place. but we have the choices to follow or creat your own path?i know that stress sufficates our own minds. the whole world is made of mistery and questions. have you just felt like you can make that step to finally come out from the shadows. your never going to be alone? cause if you take that step you can tell me your able to make the right disision. society is a big scarey place to be
BUT WHEN YOU BREAK THE FEAR YOU CAN UNLEASH YOUR INNER DEMONS!!! YOU CAN TAKE YO*UR OWN PATH !
YOU CAN BE FREE TO FIGHT EXPRESS YOUR MIND?
have ever just wanted to become the new society with out all (THIS BULL **** THAT SUFFICATS US)
WHAT DO U WANT TO CHANG::::::::::::::::::::))))))))))))))
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
No lights.
What happens when the lights go out?
It gets dark and you can't see.
It gets scarey and you become afraid.
You can't walk because you'll bump your head.
So what happen when the lights go out?
You go to sleep for its bed time!
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC