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Best Poems Written by Miss. Mae

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Road Trip ,Short Horror Story

Driving with my best friend is the best. Music all the way up, singing like I'm in my own rock band, no worries, just free with life. Seeing an old abandoned house up the street.
jenny says " I dare you to walk into that house for 5 min"
Laughing with an obnoxiously nervous laugh I say "hell no"
"I'll give you 50$" says jenny
"How about 100$ and we have a deal?" I say still kinda nervous
"Deal!!" Yells jenny with excitement on her face.
We pull up in this stone driveway, the sun is starting to set so there is a pinkish orangeish tint in the sky. How pretty I thought hypnotized by gods beauty, I would be completely okay with seeing this for the last time in my life. Coming back to reality, I walk in and shut the door behind me. The house is dark Like no light has touched these walls in years. The walls are brown, sunk in and falling apart like they are just melting off the frame of the house. There is a offal smell, like rotating food mixed with mold and mildu. Almost like I can't describe what it is.

I look at my phone, 3 min left
Thank god I thought, I can do this.
As I walk into different rooms I hear a noise. "Hello" I called out but I hear nobody in return. Thinking to myself it was probably just a animal. I walk up the stairs, still confused about that weird noise. Every step is errie. I had to stop, I can feel the stirs about to cave, every creek is stomach dropping. I regain my strength and keep going. I get to the top, "thank god" I say under my breath. I look at my phone again. 1 more minute, I fill with excitement to get out of this dreadful house. I look into the first room on the right. Its a empty room white walls with smoke stained curtains , this was probably a very cute house at one point, what a shame I thought.
I HEAR IT! I hear that noise again except closer by me. Like a muffled screeching bat. I walk down the hall with a sick feeling the more closer and closer i get. I turn into the room and I'm in awe at what I see. Blood red walls, mirrors everywhere, black curtains shut over the windows. This room is very much alive and vibrant. I see weird dark red brown stains on the floor, I'm completely confused with what I'm seeing. Step by step I walk into the room a little more and realize the noise is coming from a little boom box in the corner of the room but who would do this I thought, who would live like this?. Just as I was about to turn and walk out of the room, I jumped in the air like a scared cat to see jenny is standing there smiling. "You scared me! " I screamed. As my heart starts to settle and we both are laughing over me being easily scared I'm relieved to see my best friend. "Come on, I owe you that 100$" she says.
Smiling and still laughing I turn in front of Jenny as I'm the first one to walk out of the bedroom door and a sharp pain stabs my back, It puts me to my knees. As I look over to the right onto another dark red and brown stained mirror, I'm confused, scared and screaming in pain. Still looking into the mirror I see jenny put on this mask looks to be made out of different parts of human skin. As I just look at myself and try to make of what's going on. I realize, like a light switch just turned on in my brain. the dark red is dried old blood. As my eyes widen jenny still behind me then looks into the mirror, into my eyes like she is ripping out my soul. As if she could read my mind, that she knew I just realized what was going on. She stands over top of me, bends down, grabs a chunk of my hair enough to lift my head up and forcefully arches my back. I scream in pain because there is a hatchet in my spine. she gets closer to my face I hear her smell my hair, giggle a little in my ear and whispers "You have great skin"

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Go To Church

Iv been talking to you since I was a kid. Asking for forgiveness and finding my path within.
I been loving you since the day I walked in. Trying to find you and putting my faith through thick and thin. 
I doubted you when it was all over, I didn't believe in you even though you made my childhood a walk through water. Like the pressure on your legs as your trying to walk or the blindness that rises as you sink into the dark. 
Well its all over now, its been 5 years. I'm sick of the drowning, I'm sick of all the tears. 
I know what I want but I'm scared of failure, I'm scared of the struggle and I know in the long run Ill just drown in my demons.
The demons inside that's just run around, that bring in the darkness, that use my body like a playground. 
I don't want to ask, I don't want to beg cause I know iv been doing it since I was a kid. I'm done with excuses, I'm done with the fibs. I know what's wrong and I'm ready to let you in.
Before I end this with all seriousness in my heart, please just give me the strength to get through this hard part. I'm sorry for my past, I'm sorry for what iv done but from this day forward.
I Love You God.

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A Colorful World of Music

Music is your soul trying to speak
Like understanding someone when 
there no where to been seen.
The lyrics flow out like there 
speaking to me.
But the rhythm and the beat put me 
on my feet.
A piano, guitar, a harp or a flute
They all speak to me like the lyrics 
are on mute. 
They all tell a story, from beginning 
to end.
It just depends how you take it and 
what your feeling within. 
The colors that show are on a range 
you cant describe.
Like a paint ball gun just going off till 
it dies.
When you open your eyes n see the 
colors that have shown,
 youll drop the gun fall on your 
knees and realize that these colors 
are your own. 
Nothing will understand the colorful 
flowers that have bloomed except 
the music flowing throughout the 
room. 
Music is magical, deep, a 
unexplainable world.
It will drive through your heart and 
take your mind like a flying bird.
music is my passion, it just has a way 
with words.
To classic, hip hop, rock or pop. 
Music is my life and it will never 
ever stop.

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They Just Wanna Play

Ever just think of darkness?
Like the deeper the water the darker it gets.
Or the corner of your bedroom is like a black abyss.
Or a alleyway you look down and you cant see the other end? 
Its cause we fear the unknown, the misunderstanding, the darkness inside our heads. 
I dont know about yours, but im intuned with mine. 
The demonic creations that pour out my eyes. 
Its coming from my soul, my body, and my mind. 
I could explain the creatures, the killing, and the feelings.
But thats be letting you in a spot i hide. 
I have let them take over me, its total rage inside. 
They tell me i dont need anybody but them, cause they will help me in time. 
They say i need no feelings, no soul, or a clear mind. 
That those things will get me hurt, if i just push them aside.
 its hard cause i have a conscious too, like the devil and the angle telling me what to do. 
I cant help but like them at times
They give me excitement, danger, and adrenaline, not one care or nobody in mind.
They will tell you how it is, and try to split you in two. 
They will try to bring you in, to show you the darkness thats just flowing through.
But at one point i had to stop them and show them who is who.
Ill never forget them, i think about em everyday, its just darkness inside of me that wants to come out and play! 
I like that scaredness and i like that rush.
They get me high off my own blood. 
But for now i sit back and think, as they scream my name. 
Cause its that darkness i think about everyday.
Like the deeper the water, the darker it gets. I think of miss, ivy ripping off my head.
Or the corner of your room is a black abyss. I think of bobby just watching me as i drift.
Or the worst, like the alleyway thats so dark you cant see the other end. That when i think She's going to come out and take over me again.

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Why Am I

Why do I feel so lonely?
Why am I left awake?
Why am I so confused that I have to live my life this way.


I'm falling into a depression again.
I can't ever get a break.
Round number 3 and I still can't seem to find my right way.


This can't be happening.
No! please god, not again.
I'm already drowning in my sorrows.
It will never be the end.


I feel it coming over me, its my darkness i dread.
Iv been through it before.
JUST GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY HEAD!


"Hello my old friend, I'm back once more."
"You look so different from when I last seen you before"
"as soon as your comfortable you know that's when I let them free."
"Don't be a silly b*tch, you know its time I see you bleed."


I'm not ready for this.
I'm happy with my life.
I can fight you off, just watch me. I bite.


"Oh but honey the things I have in store for you"
"What you felt before was just a taste of what I can brew"
"I know your ready to let your darkness come on through, all your demons have been waiting, they are coming for you

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My Pulse

I lay here, awake.
I lay here, hypnotized
With my hand under my head I see my pulse... beating through my wrist.
Its only when I stop breathing.
Stop thinking.
Not looking directly at it
But out the corner.
Through the cracks.
Keep your distance but learn.
Gain strength through patience.
A mind f*ck played on itself.
I lay here, confused.
I lay here, dead.