I hear the doorbell ring and I rush to answer it
The heavy wooden door creaks and squeaks and groans
My face is a ghostly white, you can only just see my eyes and mouth
The children scream loudly and drop their bags of sweets in fright
Terrified they flee down the path not pausing to look back
I grab their sweets and quickly slam the door
I dash to the bathroom
Twenty minutes is up and its time to wash off my face pack
Hee hee hee it works every year
5th October 2014
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear.
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ?
What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.
I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .
By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost .
The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?
What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth,
It was the Southern French window blowing open
he came in the night no word spoken
The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker
I will soon die unsure of my fate
my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
even if he is not a man but a beast
I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood
As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room
I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen
Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful
feeling like I'm in a forever dream
I wait for him too enter
I wait for him
willing to die
I wait losing my Religion
The Vampires offering am I
" For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Parachute parachute you flying so high.
Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
Flourishingly Waving in an air.
Your skill astonished me, Take me away !
A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
Making me feel excited, Take me away !
Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
Give me one chance some another day.
Move me away, Take me away !
People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn
my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !
screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
For the god‘s sake make me fly.
Take me away or else I will die !
Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare
It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.
I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare
We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention
I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy
Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten ,
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.
He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .
The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .
Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .
Keep fighting your way through life and its despair ,
you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend .
"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "
or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst
do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex
do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?
let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life
and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive
do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?
Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....
Happy Halloween tho
oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
may be a life lesson
Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care
thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)
so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen
my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?
Dearest brother in Heaven
I pray for you always
especially this time of year
as you are so very sadly missed
In everything we say and do
you live forever
inside peal drops
In a part of our heart's
held very precious dear bro
wishing you happiness
filled with joy dancing
with the angels
My brother drowned this night pulls heavy in sadness Halloween night whilst on holidays with his children in Majorca a sad family time of year
It was a chilly morning in paradise...
Autumn was already here...
A time for strange things to happen, as it is that time of year...
She was up most of the night, doing a write....
Regarding some hubs and her series titled "Legend of Fred "
Ahh the questions she had... rolling around in her head..
Were “where were her readers, her followers “ her Hubbers...?
They had all seemed to like what she wrote in the past..
But lately her hubs were falling so fast....
She had written articles on health and life..
perhaps she had targeted too much strife...
Maybe they wanted to read about food..
But when you're not a cook, that would be kinda rude..
Oh, will wonders never cease ?
So she decided she'd get some zzzzz's
She lay in her bed, not moving at all...
but breathing quite deeply, as I saw the covers fall...
So I stretched my muscles and walked ever so slow..
So as not to wake her , then I spied her big toe..
Sticking out from the blanket..it was such a temptation..
And with me having such a" foot fixation".. however...
She needed the rest , so she can finish her quest..
I have some thoughts of my own...
that I would like to share in a poem..
And I would be happy to help her.. but..
I don’t think the world is ready for me...
as I am a BLOGGING CAT.. you see
So I will close for now...everyone have a great week...as
I'm off to seek something that has a tweak and a squeak..
A Lovers Charm..
A Merchants Ring.
A Bullfrogs Heart..
A Black Bats Wing..
In the cauldron,
to simmer and swell.
I raise the Goblet..
and cast my spell.
I struggle to gulp
the scorn you poured.
My mouth parched,
desperate for a sip of your love.
A taste of your lips.
Your engagement- an abomination.
Our relationship still floods
the plains of my memory.
Surges storming in my inner soul.
Questions bamboozle my mind.
So, your affection was a mere hoax.
I, the halloween freak?
Your tender touch, in fact a thump?
Our turgid, rose in bloom.
A flaccid, comatose weed?
I cherish our unending summertime.
I crowned, knighted& sainted
And you scorn me?
My Love, make no attempt to flee.
I will find you, her and your fragrant bliss.
A reeking carcass I will leave.
The pathetic yearning for the
warmth of your suave flame,
And the need to draw blood,
Your Real Bride.
For Dictionary fun...#1...Delilah`s words contest.
Hairy eyeballs hanging from a wizard’s crown.
Arachnids sprawled on his black sparkling gown.
Ludicrous marks scar his face beneath a frown.
Luscious blood dripping very slowly down.
Opulent jewelry shaped like bones.
Worn around his neck amid creepy groans.
Ecstatic bats wait around for deadly moans.
Eerily suspended from their master’s belt.
Nonchalantly walking, his evil presence is felt.
Coming down the stairs was a star bejeweled queen.
Overcome; such beauty he had never before seen.
Stunned into submission by her piercing eyes.
Trapped by love’s intrusion and compassion’s cries.
Unveiling beauty, cajoling pleasant sighs.
Miraculously transformed his evil heart; love flows.
Enticed by the moment, together, attraction grows.
Bedazzled by the grandeur of the Halloween Ball
Altruism curiously sealed love that fall.
Laughter filled the man with the eyeballs on his crown.
Loved by the queen in her star bejeweled gown.
© October 15, 2010
I cast this spell..
For those who love.
Who share it freely.
Like our Lord above.
I cast this spell..
For peace not war.
For beautiful smiles.
A baby to adore.
I cast this spell..
To help you see.
There is a light..
in you and me.
A baby's sigh.
A kiss hello.
We all want Love..
this I know.
So I raise this goblet..
..and cast the spell.
To be in Love..
where lovers dwell.
Potion for spell:
I do not know?
Twas fortnight last,
I gazed your
Each night full of
Emotions all a dark,
Despairing now, this
prince once proud
declared of me
Heedless of your
dreams to be
Now each day, a
Now each day, a
To find the meaning
of your loss
A speck of hope
amongst the dross
That last harsh
words, a chance to
One final gaze upon
Then I must leave
this cursed tower
Fading into the
beauty, never kissed
I do not know?
Theres a thinning between the realms this night.A time and place for souls to cross the Great Divide of Life and Death.If mine broke free and chanced to pass Your way,would You feed on it,feel the need of it as You took My breath away?Would You fill Me with Your own in kind?The one I hunger for.While I felt Myself fall forward fastly and everlasting as our tounges fought playfully and passed it ba
ck and forth.Would You give Me Yours to keep in place where Mine once was , so as to keep it safe?Theres a thinning where I lose Myself.Felt free and bold as I shiver from Your lips on Mine.No thought of anything but the moments cold , as this kiss which freezes time.As I would hold You on this Halloween.I would hold You Hallowed For Now and Evermore.Cleaved to Body,Heart and Soul.I hold this Moment in This Kiss We Shared This Very Night. A Hallowed Kiss on Halloween by James Patrick Kail Wednesday October 31 2012
Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
Don't forget to continue to "23 Stones Part 2"
I built this path, I laid these stones
With love I set down, a path thru gorse
With each one I found I sought
I left a bit of self, lonely fraught
You saw the 'crete, a simple path lain
You hopped across my lovelorn road of pain
Each one was a testament to my joy
To my heart with which you did toy
July was for the look, your disdain
The girl I wanted, to overcome, to reign
August for the great, you left, you left
I felt as lone schooler, single, bereft
September for the Autumn you brought back
You suddenly appeared, cross creek I you raf't
October for the halloween we fretted, suspicious
Not knowing if this was poision, or love, delicious
November for the flurries, your snowy birthday dance
We clashed and sparred, felt wintry love lance
December we cautious, pirouetting, eyeing
Into the New Year we wary spying
January came, we started class, knew new stress
Pricked apart, yet came, together crass
February came, new Cupid new shuffle
We tested limits, stepped away feath'rs ruffl'd
March came out of their wedding bliss
We fought over future, could we hit 'r miss
April brought a new creature, the finals
We pushed through together, equals and rivals
May brought Florida, Destin, so perfect
Fourteen brought us joy and warmth, circumspect
June again, now almost a year
I felt the nervousness, relationship a year
...Continued in "23 Stones Part 2"
Halloween is favorite time of year,
Time to face and conquer your fears.
The ghouls and goblins come to my side,
I catch a glimpse of Frankenstein and his bride.
There are vampires about,
The werewolves raise a raucous and get loud.
The witches stir up their brew,
The grazillas gather their entire crew.
The elves are so timeless and beautiful,
And the pumpkins sure are fruitful.
The zombies arise from the dead,
And the ghosts walk among us again.
The pirates are once again sailing the high seas,
The pepper makes the chefs sneeze.
Darth Vader can conquer the Earth with his Death Star,
And we can travel back to the future in an awesome car.
Can save us all again.
Captain America can save the world dressed in tights,
As creepy eyes light the night.
The Hulk can smash,
And the black cats can give you a rash.
Mike Myers can give you a thrill,
And Jason can make you scream so shrill.
Freddy can keep you awake,
While Jason keeps you from lakes.
The bats creep from their caves,
The princes always save the maves.
Romeo can wed his Juliet,
In a ceremony no one will forget.
So when you think of Halloween,
And alll it can mean...
Think of fairy- tales coming true,
And hopefully Halloween will be special for you too!
Halloween is a blast
when people forget the past
Children dress up like ghosts
and go around eating toast
There are witches on the street
who go to the theatre and sit in seats
Some children dress up like a vampire
And love to enjoy a campfire
I like to dress up like a goblin
Who has a swoblin (Sword)
They are ghostly Boos
When people put out their shoes
Children will be tricking or treating
instead of sipping or eating
It is a spooky night
making many shiver in fright
I would love the ghost and goblin to roam
but I won’t let them enter my home
Benedict (8 years)
" Halloween "
roaming autum streets
Filling up their little bags
with sweet yummy treats.
As they run from house to house
collecting all their candy
the children love this time of year
Halloween is pretty dandy.
Some kids are looking cute
some look really scary
most are cartoon charters
and some beast really hairy.
I saw a golden angel
as she looked so cute
then I saw a little boy
dressed just like a brute.
There were many young ones
out with mom and dad
having such a great time
protected and real glad.
All of the little children
were having such a blast
Halloween can never be
a thing that once has past.
Most of the older teen's
are going out to dance
hoping that they find themselves
a love with some romance.
Halloween, is loved by all
a pleasant time of the year
the little ghost and goblins
may even stir your fear...
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion…
Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart…
I do not know?
My baby your so perfect, your so very adorable,
I love having adventures, 'cause your body's so explorable,
Your my bright sunshine, every part of you is mine,
Amazingly beautiful, looking great all the time,
I can't lie but your awesome, your my little angel bunny,
Super cute, super sexy, and my girl can be funny,
Your the apple of my eye, i don't need no other fruit,
All i need is your love, and your laugh that's oh so cute,
I'm so sorry baby girl, let me compliment you on your hair,
It's so soft and cuddly, like a warm ol' teddy bear,
What the heck is wrong with me, i forgot about your skin,
So soft, and so smooth, and not a hair on your chin,
I love you so much, your my little baby bumpkins,
And we can get freakier, than a pair of Halloween pumpkins,
Baby you mean a lot to me, your my little cheeky monkey,
And your always smelling good, not a day when your funky,
You taste super good, baby your my cherry cake,
And your filled with sweet things, so you won't take long to bake,
We can have ourselves a baby, it won't take long to make,
I'm so gentle with your heart, i won't ever let it break.
You’ll stay in my heart
Until death do us part
When the worms eat you out
And I’m buried in the ground
In the dirt with you I’ll lay
And forever and ever that’s where I’ll stay
I’ll remain by your side
Until with angel wings we fly
Life will never get dull
With you in my skull
You’ll never be alone
You will not face death on your own
You’ll stay in my heart
Until death do us part
When the worms eat you out
And I’m buried in the ground
Many girls of this generation love to wear a Halloween costume...
something unusual, not looking like a fair godmother, they assume.
Madonna is their idol too, more stylish than Lady Gaga, but much they seem to share...
they should choose the costume that will make them look much older than they are.
So girls barge in stores and buy that costume you'll love to wear on Halloween night,
don't grab anything that's out of style with bright colors that don't reflect moonlight.
Look dangerous and manacing and chase away naughty boys dressed as vampires,
step on their tiny toes, if they try to grab you imitating bats with red, bloody eyes.
Have fun and smile, no night compares to this one with all the noise and sneers,
be careful not to stare at them for too long...their teeth are sharper than scissors.
Run and keep on screaming and they will stop chasing you or at least give up,
and if they springle Baby Podwer on you...make believe that's dust from a star.
Halloween is not just for kids...
what about those gorgeous pets
that we snuggle, love, kiss and willfully spoil?
Shouldn't they have their own
special Howlween and Meowween
with treats never tasted in a bright party hall?
I love pets as you all do, and with loving and tender care
I spoil them with warm clothes and matching shoes;
a wool hat and tiny gloves to keep them from frost!
Look at them, aren't they adorable and look sharper
than the less-loved pets that are bored with their blues?
Can you compare a well-groomed one to a scruffy one?
On this coming Halloween, dress up your pets for success,
disregard the dumb looks of certain unintelligent folks,
they never see humor in anyone or anything, and they can't laugh
at these cuties that have a ton of affection on their mellow faces;
what would they do to be patted or be cuddled in their embrace?
They would give them their howleen and neowween for a soft caress!
And on every street people walk their dogs and cats dressed like mine,
what a surprise to watch this parade of adorable pets that look up and smile!
They will never know who was the genius behind all this, but gently and happily they stroll!
So who's to say that Halloween isn't for them? They're like our children who delight our soul!
And on each Halloween night, let them out, and let them do their Howlween and Meowween,
to enjoy the Halloween celebration, but tomorrow they'll not remember where they had been!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I've come to take a life,
and I'm searching for a certain Poetic Parasite.
Blood drips from my poetic knife,
and I'm placing him in the soup spotlight!
You know how I slice and dice,
So you can call me Michael Meyers!
Lay on my pentagram and be my sacrifice,
and feel my poetic fire!
I love how you run and hide,
chasing you on this site is such a thrill.
You better not commit suicide,
I want the satisfaction of this kill!
This site will be like Crystal Lake,
Dismembering this poet like Jason!
Talking about the Butterfly was your worst mistake -
So you better call a freemason!
You told me to burn in hell,
LOL, I'll gladly do so!
But I love having you under my spell,
So let me hit you with this TKO.
Stop cowering behind that woman's skirt.
Stick out your d#@n neck,
I swear it won't hurt,
Your head I've come to collect!
Look into my handsome face,
as I decapitate your head.
I'm placing it on my trophy case,
and this is gorier than "Night of the Living Dead!"
I want to eat out your heart,
kinda like Jeffery Dahmer!
I wanna blow your whole being apart -
So call me the una-bomber!
Remember when you called me a worm,
as you lay bleeding at my feet.
I've come to rid the soup of your germ -
So Trick - or - Treat!!!
Soup Family Happy Halloween - kids be safe!
This was written for Halloween :P
A silent, roaming apparition
Was the wife of a physician
While away on a mission
He married a magician
The wife never loved another man
Poor, broken-hearted Ruby Anne
She died one day in Cheyenne
Now, everyday, you can
See where it began
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
If I didn’t think that Halloween was so special
I would think that it was dull and quite boring
I love Halloween and all of its wonder
I think it’s the greatest holiday of the year
But if I never thought of it that way
I would think it was the worst possible day
I’m fascinated by all the devilish things around
The sincere innocence of this time astounds
If I didn’t think of all of this splendor
I would think that the innocence is just a front
A front of the evil that could be played
But I don’t think that, I believe it is a great time
A time of joyful glee and trick or treating
Dressing up in costumes and going to parties
I would hate all of this, if I thought differently
I wouldn’t enjoy the full moon, and the black cats
The witches and creatures of the deep would be my boon
But my heart is with this Holiday, everything it stands for
The fun of the skeleton dances and the bats that fly
I love to think of the Jack-O-Lanterns that smile at night
But if my thoughts would change, I wouldn’t enjoy
All of these feelings that I do love to employ
Spiders and maggots, creatures of the night
I wouldn’t stand for them, I would hate this sight
I however think what I do think, simply delightful
I will always love Halloween and all its wonder
The festivities of the season will remain in my heart
Entrant into Nancy Jones' "If I didn't think what I think, here's what I'd think" contest
I knew an old woman
Who flew round the Moon
Wore a tall pointed hat
And rode on a broom
She dressed all in black
Wore arrow-tipped shoes
Had a nose like a hook
Smelled always of booze
The kids on my block
And kids there were many
Thought her eccentric
Called her "Dear Granny"
One Halloween night
I remember the year
She counselled me "Boy
They've plenty to fear
I love little kids
Little kids are life's breath
But on All Saint's Night
I love them to DEATH"!
When I heard her words
I ran like the wind
My friends to stay in!
"You've heard of a witch
Who flies round the Moon
Wears a tall pointed hat
And rides on a broom
Is dressed all in black
Wears arrow-tipped shoes
Has a nose like a hook
Smells always of booze?
It's GRANNY DEAR GRANNY!
I'm talking about
She's flying tonight
So all WATCH OUT!"
This poem is of gross content and viewers are warned of such.
This is written for the children, none of us knows the sufferings they must endure
by the hands of their captors. Let their voices be heard in the night. Do not
turn a blind eye just so you can attempt an escape from reality. Listen for once and maybe
one child will be safe in the night.
Wickedness lives in our world and children will continue to suffer by their hands
unless we the responsible take charge of our responsibilities and keep watch
over them, That is our solemn duty, do it right.
For the sake of the children.
Tonight I search for tasty treats
All the lovely children of the streets
They are everywhere walking
I'm going to love this Halloween.
Hello there children, lovely night
Don't grip your bags of candy so tight
Smile my sweet
Have fun, lets play
Tomorrow you will not see the day.
Try not to be frightened, all is well
Although you think that you are in hell
Come here my love
Lets dance, lets sing
I am going to do everything.
Tommy, you and Sarah play
On top, yes right, that's the way
Does it feel good?
Isn't this sweet?
This is wonderful, EAT YOUR MEAT!
Did that hurt? Well lets try it like this
There my dear now this is bliss
I love you Tommy
So smooth, so soft
I'll leave you to sleep here in the loft.
Oops, I'm sorry, Tommy died
Come here Sarah, you'll be the bride
Touch me there
Thats right lets taste
Turn around love while I hold your waist.
Do not worry love, it's supposed to bleed
This is how two now become three
Oh well, too bad
You didn't last long
Your cries, your whimpers were lovely song.
Now will I sleep amongst the dead
While sweetened thoughts dance through my head
Until next years Halloween
The night will bring me beautiful treats
All the lovely children of the streets.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 13, 2008
The principle of Halloween
Is to go as something,
That you are not.
Now we joke about going,
"Sober, pretty, slutty, scary"
But this year im going depressed.
Because you have lit up my world,
I am no longer scared of the shadows,
The ones in the corners of my mind,
That shout and scream,
Your kisses silence them,
All I hear is "I love you".
You touch at first scared me,
I thought you would see,
The things I hate,
The flaws I hold,
But you whispered "you're perfect",
And I learnt to love myself.
Watching you be your mad,
Crazy, goofy self,
Leaves me in moments of,
Silent wonder and pride,
That a boy like you chose,
The physical pain I feel,
When I leave you,
Or see you sad,
Makes my arms want to reach you,
Makes me want to hold you close,
Whisper "I love you" and "you're perfect",
Just how you saved me.
no turn down
he's aways around
give a love sound
its not black or white
he is the sprit light
not be drit
HOE GOD LOVE WORKS