Dec 02, 2010 04:21
Bump-
There are times at night when I see lights outside my window
they bump against the glass trying to enter my home.
The cause the window to shudder, the glass to pucker,
some day it will break.
The lights are full of sharp faces and pointed claws.
No mercy given in the small faces.
I do not sleep at night for fear of the beasts.
If I close my eyes they will kill me for sure.
For now they will bump against my window.
Hoping for the day the glass will shatter.
Terror in the Bong-
The Bong is haunted man!
The hippies shout in the dark.
I carry away their stash and water pipe laughing.
The bong is long shaped like a woman.
I fill it with vodka and take a hit
Pull the weed in tight.
My throat is clutched tight I cannot breath
The smoke can't exit my lips.
My lugs constricted by smoke heave.
The woman smiles.
Darkness falls.
Heartless-
They took my heart you see.
In the deep dark night they came for me.
Unseeing eyes of black and little.
Dancing in the light as they wittle
My skin gives away to denser bone
White, red and a softer tone
Pink heart beats in my chest.
Dark hands grasp and tear the flesh.
I sleep no more but I cannot rest.
Until my heart is beating in my breast
I shall come for yours.
The middle one was LAME but I don't caaaarrrreee!
P.S. It fucking snowed!
poem,
poetry