Rougarou In Disguise
* I have monsters in my closet some that hide beneath my bed I've drawn a rough composite of how they look inside my head
Look at this bleary smudge Back there, in the background Is that coffee grounds? Or the Loch Ness Mothman Dancing skeleton ghosts fighting in the lamplight
Pity when you're pretty all the shit you miss out on Doors are open never hopin if the money is all gone Never feelin
At One Time I Was Five Feet, Seven and One Half Inches!
Because I was going to weigh, I took off my shoes, coat, and sweatshirt and hung up my purse. I weighed more than I thought. Especially considering I shrunk again!
Fragments of Love
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
The Green-Eyed Monster
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
Existential crisis of love
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
"Echoes Unveiled: A Poetic Odyssey of Ascent and Inversion"
In the quiet corners of the mind, where thoughts intertwine like vines, let us embark on a journey through the written tapestry of a unique poem. As the words unfold, explore the intricate dance between lines and verses, revealing a different meaning when read from bottom to top.
The Monster That Lives Under My Bed
I lie awake and listen to the silent room. Not be silent anymore. It has awakened - I am frozen - too scared to even whimper - facing certain doom.
*Overheard phone conversation at the gate* You'll never believe what happened, Just a few minutes ago. Walking through security,
it circles back to the beginning this path we travel on the losing and winning every dusk to every dawn nothing new under the sun