"stricks" poems
trick.
or may i ask treat.
hovering in the full moons twilight light
looking for a cady thirst that thrives every ones mind.
But some one searches the night to get a scare
out of you
may i wish you a happy halloween
black cats lurk in and out of the foggy mist that surrounds the chilly floor
ghost haunt the living giving a chilly rattle up your spine
turn around no ones there and continue with your trick or treating for the night.
wolfs prey on flesh to savior their hunger for the next year or so till they rise again.
The skelton bones rise once again make thier bones shake and shiver as they were a musical instroment
clock stricks 12 and all the mysteriors monster hide in the shawdows till next halloween day.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 8:50 AM UTC
I'm in love with a ghost .
His name is hope .
Whenever he's near i become enlightned.
My ex sometimes appears .
He gets in the way .
He stricks me with fear.
He goes by depression .
Messing with my love is his obssesion.
Just when i think he ruined a good thing.
Hope has lived in my soul and he spoke
"for eternity"
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC