Screaming into the void to drown out The voices my past
Screaming into the void to scare away the shadows that are cast
Screaming into the void to drive away
The pain
Screaming into the void but the demons
Still remain.
Screaming into the void out loud and in
My head
Screaming into the void just to stop me from feeling like im dead
Screaming into the void just to make me
Feel alive
By Screaming into the void I know that It
Will help me to survive
Victoria couch station does not go
To sleep.
It's not even a one third of an aesthetic
But poets make frogs into princes so
...
I see the becoming in change. The
Comfort of being taken to a
Known destination not needing
To know the way.
It happens only in travels like that.
I see the becoming in repetition. A
Man sweeping the floor yet another time.
He is watching people like mouses.
Running
About their business not knowing
Why.
A constant of life in a place as busy as an
Ant house.
This place does not go to sleep. Lights colour it's windows
To scare away the ghosts of rest.
Stillness is a demon unable to possess.
A mouse, after mouse, after mouse. But what happens when
A mouse snaps out
Of this ?
Cassie the cats-tronaut was thrilled to go into space.
She was one of the first cats to ever be given this grace.
Her parents were not excited to see their baby go.
When she returned, her entire body had an unearthly glow.
What has happened? Asked her mother. How was outer space?
It was marvelous said Cassie, I think we won the space race.
Her daddy thought her glow might scare away a potential Tom.
Cassie did not care in the least, she never wanted to be a mom.
Don't think that my "not putting my things away" in the moment right when you hushed to sit on my table side, it was a longer decision.
A decision I am okay with.
A decision I have dealt thought and talked with.
It was a coincidence that made my mind blurt.
You were heading laughing with others to blind my side.
So how would you see me flinching aside?
My eyes were just seatching Lots of others to look in for sounds of others.
When it was the final end,
and your decision was made to get off and go away.
Why was your hand still on the end of mine?
I took the chair and put it on the table still.
But not harshly on your fingers but beneath.
Why was I going slow?
After some minutes you then realized and went away.
Did I do slowly to Check?
Oh honey are you scared he will make you scare away?
I don’t like cats, really,
They scare away birds, pretty ****,
The robin, the blackbird so smart,
They think only of eating weaker than them,
That to jump the balls of innocent wool,
My garden had a sweet music yesterday,
Today it is quieter than a grave,
Cats scare away, nice birds,
They don’t see much further than their pretty nose,
Oh the caresses they expect, what false money,
Turn your back; they devour all your friends.
Je n’aime pas les chats, vraiment,
Ils font fuir les oiseaux, les jolies mésanges,
Les rouges gorges, les merles si intelligents,
Ils ne pensent qu’à manger plus faibles qu’eux,
Qu’à sauter les pelotes de laine innocentes,
Mon jardin avait hier une douce musique,
Aujourd’hui il est plus silencieux qu’une tombe,
Les chats font fuir, les gentils oiseaux,
Ils ne voient pas beaucoup plus loin que leur joli nez,
Ah les caresses qu’ils attendent, quelle fausse monnaie,
Tournez le dos, ils dévorent tous vos amis.
I'm standing on a fragrant lily field
by the serene bay towards midnoon,
falcons gather by the splashing rocks
with eyes that scare away hungry larks;
they must catch their prey and be fed:
they'll attack with their claws a buffoon
who laughs and breaks the stiff stillness,
stumbling down the shell-strewn dunes!
One can see the wide wings of geese
that flap hard against the spiritless air
before encountering the menacing storm;
they faintly honk over the grove of fir...
then, they vanish from sight to divert fear:
happy was their spring and they did perform
eloquently to delight senses and release
a sound merrier than that of a flycatcher!
The sea-breeze turns into violent gusts,
they roar bending beeches and spruces;
drowsy seagulls feel the blast of incoming rain,
they refuse to leave their haven huddling closer....
thinking it won't last to endure useless disdain:
should I heed the warning and run faster than a deer?
I have a half mile to go before I can defy the insidious threat;
my clothes are getting drenched, but I don't show any fret!
they made shreres with holes through the center
and painted symbols of wheat on them
and made large doll like figures
with wig like hair
that were used to scare
the animals and humans away
from the crops in the gardens and feilds
some natives often used humans who
camped around the garden and feilds
with bow and arrow in hand
to scare away pests of all kinds.
Cinderella's great, great, great grandmother
was a whore
from the Pestwassa Pan Tribe
she got pregnant by the
Mussan Dubiff the Mean man
from Brazil, he owned acres and acres
of crops and sold beads to tribesmen.
He saw the beautiful
sheres and filled it with beads
and gave it the woman and well she was pregnant
and they sent her off to were cinderella did
all that hocus-pocus stuff. In 1899 she came to america
on a frigget
and took a train to somewhere on the east coast.
we found several bead filled spheres
there in the Agri-shed
we desided to see if they were spooked.
If a tiger would come alive,
from my paintings and sketches,
Could you make a wild guess,
What it would be.
Would he attract the tigress in the thicket,
would he show his skills with a quick kill or two,
Would he roam around the jungle majestically,
as if he were the king of the forest.
Would it be a young and macho breed,
With the vibrant stripes of black and yellow,
With his snarling ferocious teeth and whiskers,
Would he scare away the flock of deer at the river banks?
My cat loves my paintings,
She likes the colors, birds, and flowers,
She did not like the looks of tiger,
Jumped over the painting, tiger face looks all shattered.
What good is a dog when there's already bark on the trees
Though a tree won't scare away any thieves ...
Why does my intended play peek-a-boo with me
Will our little game of love ever set the world free
Losing My Sad
Im losing the ability to craft
Heartbreaking poems
Because you ease the pain
That overflows my body to the point
where I feel like my seams are ripping
And your eyes are light enough that I can see the truth in them
And your smile is bright enough to scare away the nightmares that plague me
And I wonder if its such a bad thing
that im losing all my sad
Soon be time for Halloween,
So wear your mask to make them scream.
Pumpkin pie and pumpkin juice,
Trick and treaters on the loose.
Carve your pumpkin big and bright,
To scare away the ghosts tonight.
Be prepared on all saints Eve,
Lock your doors before you leave.
If you scare the ghosts away,
You can celebrate samhain day.
But if you fail your task ahead,
Say your prayers before you go to bed.
26/9/2021
If it is desired,
I wish everything full
complete...
Full moon
to my delight,
glass full for
scare away the sorrows,
plate full for
my satisfaction...
I wish wide smile
to welcome me,
intense love for
my pleasure...
I wish constantly,
every moment of
pure passion, all
happiness for the
my heart...
I wish all roads
and distances,
all joy
to fulfill
my life...
crave nothing less
that...but I'm satisfied
as if at least
have all the love of
that one I love so much...!
I was born with no one .
No parents to scare away fear or cast fun.
Thinking ,the voice in my head was father.
The sky and clouds were my sisters and earth was my mother .
Took me too long .
I finally found I was wrong .
I was an orphan with no dad or mom.
Nor can I tell ,if it is a virtue or a damn.
19 aug 2021
On Halloween this very day,
We all dress up to scare away.
All the ghosts and evil to
So don't do things, these people do.
So give them sweets to go away
On the festival of,samhain day.
For just two nights of pagan rites,
To keep the ghosts at bay,
We dress up and put on our masks
To keep the devil away.
Appropriate attire
To what he
Desires
Elevations of
her devoted
ways
To what aint
and what is
she underscores
his everything
wear a
Smile and
A dimple
You want me
To dedicate
My precious
Time
and give you
something you
wish to have
Yes I Love you
It's apparent
I question if you
love me the same
Don't be Moody
And scare away
everybody
they aint done
nothing to you
special
Times,
comes
with planning
we aint been
vacating here
who's been
getting that
when you rest
a simple
understanding
Giving you
what you need
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