Cry your crocodile tears somewhere else. You'll get no pity from me. Go back to your lonely island. Poor little girl blue.
By Jasmine Harris8 months ago in Poets
I found a stranger in my bed last night. I laughed and walked the other way. My mind is playing tricks on me again. Fighting off all of my intrusive thoughts.
There are skeletons in my closet. There are monsters under my bed. There's blood on my hands. I don't fully understand what's going on.
Anger is a potent spice. A pinch wakes you up, Too much dulls your senses. Keep that in mind. Let it guide your adventure.
Shh, don't talk too loud. You can't let the boss man hear. Stay in line, don't step out of place. Do what you're told to do.
The shadows you see dancing around, They come as they please. You're trapped in the darkness. You shut your eyes tight. Hoping that it's all just a dream.
By Jasmine Harris9 months ago in Poets
Simple little talks in the sun. A warm breeze on a summer's day. There's laughter in the air. Listen to the birds sing. Enjoy every song.
A fear of the dark. A fear of the night. A fear of the shadows that lurk down inside. This sinking gut feeling and the terror inside of you.
There's something in the air. Something strange is afoot. Are there patterns that I'm not seeing? Are there signs that I've missed?
It smiles from the darkness. It watches from the corners. Bloodstained teeth behind dirty lips. Cynical laughter from underneath the bed.
Slowly rotting from the inside out. The end will come soon enough. There's no running from our doom. The smell of death is in the air.
Waiting quietly for the bells. Waiting patiently for a sign. Looking closely at all the people. watching all the lies build.