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The monster underneath my bed Sang me lullabies in the night Which quickly turned to nightmares And gave me quite a fright! But as I got older
Section I I am much too forward with my words I interrupt people while they talk With completely unrelated pieces
They are always there Even when i can't see them I can sense them. Creeping around the outskirts of my conscience Venom seeping from their lips
You don't feel safe Within those walls You're ridiculed and teased For being different and strange They found something
I reached for you. and in the darkness, I was unaware that you, were the monster I feared. Now, I do not fear monsters. I fear ignorance.
MEDUSA- A modern Interpretation Poem by: The Poetic Truth Productions By Nini She was innocent But yet she was found guilty Devoted to making society a better place,
Monsters are real I’ve seen them with my own eyes If you’d like to see them Look in a mirror Look at your loved ones Look to the person next to you The monsters are there Look behind the eyes
We've turned into monsters Said we never would Saw it shown on t.v. Said it never could. It could happen to you I heard them all say, Never say never 'Cause never's today.
The city street is their territory And we are their prey. I used to not mind it so much. Their stares. And their piercing howls.
there is a monster that lives in my bones it has sharp claws, deep roots, black-hearted and empty-stomached it sucks at my marrow slowly slowly its roots are not contained: they spread
Outside your window lies the hand that feeds you poison now would be the reason to bite the hand that feeds you but you can’t know what you don’t know angel exterior but a monster inside
Everything shakes. My eyes flash. I wake up. You walk past. Shadow figure, With elegant grace. My heart bangs,
Our monsters used to live under the bed, sparkly and purple “they’re not real,” we said Life was safe, monsters were fantasy,
Firm hands, from shadows on the wall. Firm no’s, from girls around nightfall. I promised to protect you all. Don’t touch, These artifacts are rare. Don’t look, It’s really rude to stare,
The clenching in your chest? Honey, that's just a monster Escaping from the depth of your shattered mind, Trying to hold your heart together, For if your heart stops, what will the monsters have left to haunt?
The princess up high in her tower, the monsters are sure to make her cower. Sitting in her room brushing her hair, tearing at her face her skin no longer fair.
Poetry slays the Monsters of society And helps me fight through
With a body bornFrom trees, her gargantuanFigure, barragesThrough Forests, as she pursuesThis man, that tried to slay her
She was Aurora She did not need a hero because she was her true savior Cutting down Monsters,Dragons and Demons in her wake There was no fairy godmothers,or knights there to protect her
In the mind's eye, I can see naught but a raindrop,Reflecting an emerald world as, on a blade of grass, it is atop.
Don't you feel the noose of night slowly tightening around your thoughts. Sufficating you slowly. You hold a blade in your hand slashing at the silence that hides it all... the things you never said
He was always a sucker for a pretty face They're always a sucker for a pretty face He took me to a place and fed me full of liquor and drugs He watched as I got sick on myself He got me a glass of water
There are no monsters in the closet-- Not yet. Because the fangs of friends have yet to be sharpened School is a land of heroes and misfits
My heart is a very deep, unfinished well and at the end, if it ends, is a vividly rusted, old penny I threw in when I was about 7 or so.
Do i look like a person who is two faced? Do i look like a person who lies? The mind tends to grasp the looks of someone By their beauty, Their imperfections .
It's dark. /I cannot rest. / No longer can I weep. / With eyes too dry and mind too weak. / My heart pumps fast, / I want to cry. / Anxiety attacks, no telling why. / Exhausting depression creeps in with the sun.
I stopped looking for monsters under the bedWhen I came to see they lived in my headWhoever tells of a monster that hidesNever had one to abide besideOh, full of scorpions is my mind
Little girl sits in her room terrified, “The monsters in my head won’t leave me be…” “Go away, go away,” she softly cried. “I can’t close my eyes ‘cause they’re all I see.”
Turn up the radio, as high as it goes. Drown out the echoing screams, That tell you nothing, But mean the world to me. The inaudible screaming in my head, Where the little monsters play.
Carved it out of my heart, Blood dripping down my hands, I don't understand myself,I don't understand you,
It seems we are doomed to watch the way mankind ravages itself, tearing and yanking blowing holes in itself until the Titanic could float better than it. we see the kidnappings and rape
Halloween Halloween What a site to be seen Scary monsters everywhere Leaving children in Despair Trick or treat Is their disguise All the children
a life that never was.
No, my parents do not fight. No, my grades aren't bad. No, my family's wallets aren't tight. No, I do not appear to be sad. No, I am not called ugly or fat.
In the direction of which my heart relies, I find my own warmths life support To embrace the endless swirling sky, my towers never err and fall short
A symphony of horror Plays before my deceitful eyes Just looking at them is torture I try to remember it's all a lie The tremondous demon suspened above me Extensive teeth, only inches away
you are a fire breathing dragon you are cancer
Alone You think you are But you're not. While you're in that dark corner Holding your legs that are folded to your chest Staring into the darkness Straining to see where your fear lies
Adrenaline rose and we got out And stopped to stare and look about A frightning scene, as it should be Still I moved close for him to hold me Scary monsters breathed in my face
The Monsters. The monsters are coming The monsters are always here. The monster inside is the only one you should ever fear. You can hide from the monsters around you
Night crawlers on the roof Walking around going, who who White faces smiling at you Tapping the window, who who Something is scratching the door Let me in, who who
even the wildest of us, craving freedom, has broken alone, the sleepless nights pass so tediously
in his dreams she’s exposed
How can I face the world When monsters roam 'round? This world is so blurry, And I'm making no sound. These monsters are huge Much greater than I But as I stand scared
The Monster comes out, When the doors are closed. When the sun goes down, When the sky get cold. The Monster consumes you, And eats you alive. Then spits you out,
Watch Out I scream to the sun The moon is beginning to take over Sun take charge
Confidently unthinking I walked into the shadows I thought I was Lolita, hardly, really I was callow
I remember flicking my bedroom light off and dashing to my bed for cover. You see, there was this monster under my bed, but he could only get me in the dark. And the means of safety was laying in my bed.
I watched her as she faded away. She may not have noticed, But I did. Her face hollow, Her eyes blank, Her hands so fragile and small.
Cybil pushed through the parlour egress She did not like to think what lay beyond the recess For her imagination raged and galloped And thought up all manner of horrible things
A broken heart will remember its wounds. A mind scarred will remain scarred. A body touched cannot be untouched. But another bottle won't fix it all. And the high only lasts for a moment.
A lot of monsters roll my way;It’s really hard to make them go away.
Sweet songs of monsters never ending
Big red eyes,
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)
I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
Splashes of ice and salt, the moment crushed in agony,
When I first found out, There was a monster under my bed, There wasn't a doubt, I was scared half to death. I tried counting sheep, And counting to ten. I was still losing sleep,
Birth; Bought into a malicious place.
Mixtures of browns Mixtures of greens Smells of nature Smells of safety All rush by As I bolt by Bolt down this path Dirt on my feet Dust clouds behind me No bird sings
Some are afraid of spiders Some are afraid of the dark Some are called irrational Some are called faint-of-heart Some fear the things they hear Some fear the things they see
You bred me As a child of imagination and intellect. You fed me half-baked expectations Slathered in cookie-cutter dreams. Malnourished by your monotonous instruction,
Here and there you disappear, an aparition in the dark. Fading into the past: mistakes. You're not what I imagined. In three thousand feet deep, I search... For what, I'm not aware.
Monsters By: Ana Aguilar My mom tucks me in and gives me a few kisses “Sweet dreams, Honey,” she wishes Then she turns out my light No bugs will bite tonight
I miss the way Tuesday afternoons used to feel. Miles and miles away, I'll send my love, my love by train. There's nothing more breathtaking than the smile in your eyes.
If I may only have my hands for companions And must live my days On a bed in the darkest hole Then let me have a pen Let my eyes grow weary from squinting Let my fingers cramp
They built these walls to protect me At least that's what they said. "Monsters, demons and darkness live Beyond these high stone walls" Entrigued I was by their small fact
No darkness,monsters, or ghouls instead light and smiles Noone to scare,hurt, or ridicule instead heal and give praise. It's fun and bright just as your first time at a amusement park innocent and young with every moment. The harmonizing tune tha
Remember when the only thing that scared us was the shadow in our room. We would be scared to look under the bed. And the closet was our only enemy. Life seemed simpler when we were young.
Help me!Help me!Can't you hear my scream!?The pounding of my heart -the grinding of my teeth!?Dear goodness,somebody please!My Anixiety it's eating me!
Heart thrumming Blood pulsing Mind racing Thoughts raging Demons pounding At my door Becoming one of them Once more.
Mind in pieces; never in peace She can only breathe Silence is a virtue Since inside her mind There are screams Avalanches fall like dominoes She is the only one who knows
We live in a world of illusions. We trust falsified freedom. We feel spurious safety. We believe fictitious truths. We are stupid and wise. We are gullible and untrusting. We are saints and we are devils.
He departed his wife with sorrow in his soul for he knew that he had to go the journey that he had to make to see if he could finally wake He traveled long and far from home
Orphaned from so young an age It’s a wonder I ever escaped that cage The world was so dark from the place whence I came Monsters and demons they soon became. These Monsters and demons came from those to be trusted
Imagine a world connected to another by waters Puddles surrounding the neighborhood, families losing daughters In the night the creatures roam, kidnapping little girls, making them alter
Have you ever had something just catch you? Right when you were off guard. That little, spontaneous, thing. That makes everything that made you so weak So fragile So lost