'Dark' 'creepy' 'twisted'
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I am a werewolf.
I am dark inside.
I am wolfman.
I am a werewolf.
Maybe werewolves aren’t
As bad as people
Think.
My cat's been dead for a while now
Her nocturnal fur burned into dust
As her organs did combust
Water ripples
Love twists
As the thorns in a bush
Like the crawls of yam tuber
Rising above the horizons
Accidentally it falls
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
I watch the old house all day and night;
I keep my vigil, never leaving my sight.
The oak they call me; the oak I may be,
But from birth I have stood here, with nothing unseen.
In the dead of night, we boarded the boat to save our lives.
I was woken in my sweat, as I was shaken by my wife.
She grabbed our screaming daughters; I loaded a boat with supplies.
The fire burns from the hearts of hatred
Hurling the angel of death at us with every beat
Every pounding of one’s chest, a scream emerges
Darkness surrounds me as I find myself enveloped in the story being told in front of me.
A young girl is stumbling upon a scene,
Why, as children are we
afraid of some darkness?
Just the still black air,
and yet, we all hate
the crushing stillness
and the possibility
that there could be something
Fear.
The fastest emotion to reach the brain
to create a fight or flight reaction
Fight.
Fear causes a person to attack
to rid of whatever caused the fear.
Flight.
Guilt is a painful, dreadful being.
Guilt is the most powerful being of all,
He punctures million needles through your heart,
Five feet from the stop sign, scraped and shivering
From the streaks of air that buffeted
All the world but you.
You squatted on that plastic stool.
The wind blows, fierce and strong
Lurking in the shadows is a tall man
The man doesn't have a face, blank
He creeps slowing, stalking his next victims
The wind blows, fierce and strong
Stranded I sit,
Waiting for you.
Alone I wait,
Thinking,
Knowing not what to do.
I cannot move
I cannot say.
I cannot live
I cannot stay.
When I want to express my emotions, I end up just laughing. If society knew they would deem me insane. I laugh hysterically as I burn myself. I giggle as I get catcalled. I chuckle as I watch you love her.
Just some bread
Just a roll
For my grandmother
No one will know
She's been so frail
So perhaps I'll grab a pail
I'll fill it with water
For my grandmother
Just a bit of water
Your lies are bigger than your fears
The voice of your heart which you can't hear
Secrets were never meant to be kept
But now your soul is trapped
Bricks red and gold,
What a place to lock away a soul.
Top a tall tower an angel calls,
With hair as blonde as the sunset falls.
Cinderella: From a dark point of view.
Cinderellas father, a rich and noble man.
Who loved his daughter and his new wife.
He left for a trip and never came back.
Cinderella and her step mother and sisters.
Oh how alone he felt, and how unfair the cards he was dealt,
Hiding in the woods so no one could see his pain, a mind that was slowly going insane,
Each day achingly dragged on, but then one curious dawn,
Tinker, Tinker Bell, oh I know you so well
You entice, you excite, but most importantly you're not very nice
I dare say this only to myself, or else I'll become very frail
You live for the attention, if I do so may mention
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Would let down her hair,
Waiting for mighty men to ensnare.
Her golden blonde locks,
Stained strawberry with blood,
The window was open one silvery night
And Rapunzel was frozen in half-hearted flight
The cold air beckoned from the heavens above
And tickled her ears where the shears had touched
Swimming in the depths
Of the deep ocean blue
Mermaids have fun
Terrorizing the crew.
The rich, the handsome,
The royal ones, too
Cannot escape their clutches
No matter what they do.
Cinderella got the shoe
Cindrella got the dream
Cinderella was seen
Cinderella had a clue
But what the author doesn't portray
What the author doesn't say
The author doesn't use the words--
The dark in the light is not viewed often
Like a friend’s funeral with an open coffin
Not many will look but those who do
Will take a glance and walk on through
No one wants to see the pain that comes
Its a big white world
in which we must add color ourselves
however the only color I have is crimson
the color of humanity
for I am as human as they get
The world will never be colorful
Knight Hawk gazed at the falling leaves
The brown folly they had become
His heart sunk within his chest
As he looked out the window high
Above the freezing ground whereby
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety
once my adolescent body found itself
incarcerated by the unforgiving
darkness of the night.
I used to pray for cancer
For the distraction from the worldly worries
And a catapult to the spiritual ones.
I used to pray for cancer
It's a dark prayer I know
But the darkness seemed like light.
They tell me that I'm Kind
Nice
Sweet
Giving
Kind
They use these words over and over
different face
different instance
Same meaning
I give them a small smile
