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Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie *****-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!
In a creepy old house I
found a creepy old doll.
I bent to pick it up
and boy did I have a fall.
I stood up had a lump
on my head, but
otherwise alright.
I looked out the window,
day had turned to night.
I looked and looked but
did not find the doll.
I turned to leave and there
it was hanging by it's neck
against the wall.
It's creepy smile seemed to say,
"Come and play with me my friend.
We can play forever
without any end."
To get out of this house
I ran for the door.
But there was no way out.
It was not there anymore.
Through a window I
threw a heavy bust.
The window smashed and
there was a ton of dust.
I looked out the window
but there was no ground,
we seemed to be
floating in air.
I said, No, no
this just isn't fair!"
I felt a hand upon
my shoulder, I let
out a scream.
I heard someone say,
"Wake up honey
your having a dream."
I opened my eyes
to see my husbands
concerned face.
I breathed a sigh of
relief, I was in
a safe place.
My eyes grew heavy
and as I was returning
to sleep, I heard
my husband say,
"Go back to sleep
my friend,
then you
can play forever
without any end."

Shirley Smothers
This would have been perfect for Halloween. But I am now just posting it.
 Feb 2013 Ace Malarky
K8
I can scream as loud
As I want.
I can sing as much
As I dare.
But the sounds bounce back
Against the walls.
Against the walls,
As if they're bare.

Talking to a wall,
As if it's your friend.
Is talking to a friend
As if its a wall
Is it the same in the end?

No, maybe she isn't a wall
But her response, or lack there of,  resembles one.

Maybe all of your friends
are walls.
I can see how that is
emotionally limiting.

After all, four walls make a prison.
I have this bottle of wine,
And no sleep.
You're all that's on my mind
And it's you,
I wish I could keep.

My heart is in my hands,
But you're too far to reach it.
I wish you could understand
Without your defenses.

I know I hurt you,
And I regret every second of it.
What can I do,
To prove this love is meant?

To be for us,
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Can we please discuss
What our hearts have to say?

You are too far for me to grasp,
Just out of reach.
Let's let go of our past.
I'll give the opening speech.

I love you,
And we're meant to be together..
I wish there was something I could do
To show you this burning fervor.

We're perfect for each other,
And I don't think you can see.
How this has occurred
And how much you really mean to me.

I'll keep drinking my wine,
While writing about how I feel.
My spine is aching.
I think I'm done with this confession...
This is unreal.
My heart is breaking,
And I have no destination.

I sit alone and think of you for hours
Wishing you were here to hold me.
But instead, upon myself I devour,
The idea of what I think is meant to be.
A clock bongs out its chime
As we look at the time
That's never really acknowledged
until the hour is running out.

Cast sideways glances
never full attention
except for the ones
who have no intention

Around in circles I go
the same old same old
just counting up
then down
then up again.

And I grow weary
my movements becoming dreary
but time is moving faster
as around and around in circles I go.

Until I finally stop
with my one last tick-tock
and time is lost
until the batteries are rebooted

And I start new again
my cycle of endless circling
I'm 1, I'm 2, I'm 3, I'm 4
Ticking away to the end once more.
Tired, sleepy eyes,
That refuse to fall asleep
While laying in bed
Endlessly counting sheep.

Toss and Turn
Throughout the night
Sleep does not take me over
At least the bed bugs won't bite.

In and out
What a tireless doze
I'm frustrated and hot
Why won't my eyes close?

Heavy eyes
I Awaken to my chill
Winter drafts cooling my bare skin
The clock counts down to its shrill

Finally asleep
but not for long
MRAA MRAA- the alarm clock yells
Guess I'll drink coffee that's extra strong...
 Feb 2013 Ace Malarky
Octavio Paz
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.
I am the girl who stood amid the wasteland.
Who stood atop broken piles of dreams and faith,
Who screamed loudly "I AM HERE."
I am the girl who nobody really understands.
Who crys for a man-child half way across the country,
Who whispers quietly "I love you most."
I am the girl who fought the biggest monsters.
Who told her father he will never see the kids again,
Who gets kicked out for calling him on his anger.
I am the girl who hates life.
Who has hated everybody for five years running,
Who loved a person who couldn't care.
I am the girl who could never stay awake.
Who wakes up screaming out words at 2 am,
Who cries herself to restless sleep.
I am the girl who follows the old ways.
Who wishes she could cuddle one person,
Who wants nothing more then that.
I am the girl who never gets what she wants
but
I am the girl who will smile anyway.

 *I hope this will work out unbelievably, somehow. Please.
I wonder why people
are so bad at being human.
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