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Dark Twisted Dreams

I've been having the nightmares for a while now each night,
      Although I know in my heart there is no chance of escape;
I really pray that this night will be different and that he won't come,
            But let me start from the beginning of this story.

A while back, my friends were bugging me to start dating again,
      They said it was unnatural for a pretty girl to be without a man;
But I had buried my one true love and was quite happy with my life,
           But they nattered on and on about dating sites and love.

So one day I decided to give it a whirl, why not at least try,
      I went to a site on line that had been suggested by many;
And I entered a lovely profile of my likes and a sweet picture of me,
            Within minutes I was receiving comments and emails.

But in reading the profiles, I felt that they were not for me,
      This went on for weeks and I was rejecting every single one;
My friends said, you have to meet them before making a judgement,
             Well I supposed they were right so I decided to go for it.

The next man who contacted me seemed to be perfect,
      He wrote that he came from London, loved everything Victorian;
Well I love everything Victorian too, he said he worked in medicine,
           Well I am a nurse, he said he liked tea, well me too.

So I made a date with him to meet at a tea shop not far,
      I took a lot of time to look pretty, washing my hair, makeup;
I saw a man enter and a horrible feeling came over me, oh no,
          And yes, he was walking towards my table, smiling.

I wanted to run but he was blocking my way, I was trapped,
      He said hello, he had a pleasant voice all right, and was polite;
But the problem was he had no neck and his skin was horrible,
            His body looked distorted, like a big bloated potato.

Somehow, I made it through the tea and strained conversation,
      He said, he travelled a lot and was looking for a companion:
Did I have a passport, I lied no, I said, your picture is different,
           The more I had to look at him the more awful he became.

I was screaming inside of me, oh why, did I listen to people,
      This was a living nightmare and I had to get away from him;
I excused myself for a moment and I just headed for the door,
            And I literally ran home, I was weeping while I ran.

Oh my, what had I got myself into, why had I listened to others,
      I went to my computer and deleted that stupid profile;
I even took a shower to wash off the scent of him in my mind,
            That night was the first of the nightmares I was to have.

I would be sleeping like an angel and then wake to that face,
      The face with no neck and a bloated body naked in my bed,
There seemed to be a slime coming off him and a nasty stench,
            And I would wake up screaming and screaming.

Those dreams have haunted my nights for quite a long time,
      They frighten me so much that I try to not close my eyes anymore;
I lay there in my bed waiting for this real-life monster to arrive,
            But he is waiting too, waiting for me to close my tired eyes.
                           Because, he really was a monster searching.

September 21, 2015

Poetry/Narrative/Dark Twisted Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 15-710-965-0
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Date: 9/22/2015 3:01:00 PM
Ok, you had me going until I saw the comments. Well, good for you!!!! With my luck if ever something happen to my hubby I would be stuck with nightmares of Mr. Potato Man. Good luck dear friend on the contest. Hugs Eve
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Date: 9/22/2015 12:07:00 AM
Poor potato man... maybe he was just being like a turtle, and he was ducking his head in out of shyness! Don't have any explanation for the skin though. Interesting poem here! You never know who you're dealing with on the internet! That is, till ya meet um! Excellent write. I would have been more fascinated than appalled by the man. Maybe I'm just a weirdo. Always, Laura
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Date: 9/21/2015 9:04:00 PM
Very descriptive adding real life elements in your story. Makes it more realistic. Very creepy.
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Date: 9/21/2015 1:50:00 PM
Oh had me worried. Truly. I can imagine what it must feel like, though. Great write for the monster contest. Good luck.
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Date: 9/21/2015 3:33:00 AM
Fictional my friends, first I would never, ever, ever go on a dating site and I would never, ever meet a man I do not know, just a monster poem for a contest ~~
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Date: 9/21/2015 3:43:00 AM
The image is Strax from Dr. Who