Welcome to these woods
These woods
My woods
Your woods
Please enjoy your stay
But only under the light of day
When the sun sets behind the mountains
And the stars come out to play
I pray
I pray
I pray
You go back from where you come
Because with the setting sun
The skin walker comes to have fun
It rips you limb from limb
The only one who hears your screams is me
I must leave you in misery
Your blood stains the ground
As pagans gather around
They ring their bells and summon hell
And infect these woods with pain
So be wary during the day
To not let time slip away
As day turns to night
You'll be given such a fright
As the skin walker draws near
And slits your throat ear to ear
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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Friday, February 17, 2017
Her
Everyday I kiss her on the forehead and tell her it'll be okay. Everyday I see the pain in those china blue eyes. Everyday I hug her before she steps on the bus. Everyday except for today. Today is the day I left before sunrise. Today is the day she'll be on her own. Today is the day she'll be pained as ever. Today is the day they come home.
They'll act like it's normal. They'll act as they care. They'll say they'll stay always. By morning they won't be there. The day they leave, is the day I come home. The day they leave without a word, is the day she'll no longer be alone.
Let that day come. Let it be now. Let it come before it sets in and before she asks how. How could they do this? How could they leave? She'll be sitting on the stairs with a tear stained sleeve.
I'll take her in my arms and carry her in. She'll be limp and frail, then my job begins. I'll hug her and smile and let her see. They'll never love her as much as me.
They'll act like it's normal. They'll act as they care. They'll say they'll stay always. By morning they won't be there. The day they leave, is the day I come home. The day they leave without a word, is the day she'll no longer be alone.
Let that day come. Let it be now. Let it come before it sets in and before she asks how. How could they do this? How could they leave? She'll be sitting on the stairs with a tear stained sleeve.
I'll take her in my arms and carry her in. She'll be limp and frail, then my job begins. I'll hug her and smile and let her see. They'll never love her as much as me.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Keem the Meme
Monday, February 13, 2017
Behind Your Life
Behind your life
Lie many others
Your life has luxury
Your life has compassion
Your life has windows
But outside those windows
Outside the luxuries
Outside the compassion
There is life
At the smallest level
From the stone that lies
From the leaf that falls
From the water that runs
It's important to go out
And witness
The smallest level
Then go up
Go up from the water
Go up from the leaf
Go up from the stone
Then come back
To the compassion
To the luxuries
And to
The window
It is then you will realize
There is more than you thought
Behind your life
Lie many others
Your life has luxury
Your life has compassion
Your life has windows
But outside those windows
Outside the luxuries
Outside the compassion
There is life
At the smallest level
From the stone that lies
From the leaf that falls
From the water that runs
It's important to go out
And witness
The smallest level
Then go up
Go up from the water
Go up from the leaf
Go up from the stone
Then come back
To the compassion
To the luxuries
And to
The window
It is then you will realize
There is more than you thought
Behind your life
Thursday, February 2, 2017
1.30.17
She did it to make people angry
She did it to make them scared
She did it because she was alone
She did it to make them care
She did it to make them hurt
Like they had done to her,
But most of all she did it
To make her happy and reassured.
She did it to make them scared
She did it because she was alone
She did it to make them care
She did it to make them hurt
Like they had done to her,
But most of all she did it
To make her happy and reassured.
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