I'm not insane.
I swear to God, I just wanted to help her.
To reach out and save her.
I grabbed her, to urge her to move.
That's when I recognized the terror on her face.
She was scared, just like me. I didn't like that.
Don't be scared.
I'm just trying to help.
"P-please...don't."
I sighed as she stammered out those words when I held her hand gently.
I know.
I'm not going to hurt you. Stop begging.
I hate it.
A few moments later, I calmed her down, hugging her body as I lulled her to sleep.
She must be so exhausted from all that running she did.
Poor little thing.
As I pulled her close, to warm her cold body, I felt a bit uncomfortable, as I felt something sharp against my chest.
So, I pulled the knife out of her heart and wiped off the blood.
She'll be able to relax now.
The dragon was a cute little fellow
He was small and green and kind of mellow.
We had fun with him as he grew larger
Until he burned down our house and larder.
Then, the dragon was not cute any more.
The city quaked as he gave out his roar.
He burned then ate our gossiping neighbor,
No longer a pet but an invader.
So, if you find a lost baby dragon
You’d best be rid of it in some fashion.
The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school,
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun,
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled.
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing
Adam’s apple screams
Bloody beware
Candy poisoning
Death in the air
Evil lurking by
Funny creepy laugh
Glowing in dark pines
Haunted Halloween path
Interesting scary movie
Jumping at the climax
Killer is carrying ruby
Lantern wearing eye patch
Making my skin crawl
Night
Onyx with delight
Phones all on pause
Quick to fight or flight
Red eyes because they’re tired
Still stuck watching
TV
Unfortunately desired
Vampire’s death is a thing
We love the Thriller video
Xray extra unique it hasn’t aged
You can have fun being scared you know
Zip my lips as I’d rather not be afraid
Michael Jackson’s Thriller
made in 1982
One of the few songs I recognize right away
Thanks to the video
His biggest selling album in the USA
If I hear but a few notes I recognize it
even though that was forty-two years ago
He had a brilliance
a shine
a natural gift of entertainment
Michael Jackson
entrepreneur, singer, songwriter, star
Boom! A thud echoes in the darkness, Voices call out to me,
Despite the cold and the night's chill, I'm drawn towards the mysterious sound.
A distant voice, I start to shake,
Is this for real or just a fake?
I step ahead, my heartbeat slow,
Not sure if I should dare to go.
“You scared me!” I shout in fear,
“No trespassing get out of here!”
Then comes a laugh from just one side,
A friend steps out, no place to hide.
“It’s just a prank,” they grin with glee,
But still, I feel unease in me.
The wind it howls, the branches sway,
And fear won’t seem to fade away.
Whispers taunt my mind,
Leaving unsettling thoughts behind.
On this moonless, stormy night,
Why play such games of fright,
When fear still lingers through the night.
I'd never sat through A Thriller
In which a Tiller,not Killer
Was The Intended Godzilla;
Whether in town shot or villa:
The killer always The Pillar...
Never the Farm-Minding Tiller
Nor Grocery-Running Miller
Nor wheel-chair confined Bruce Bila
Unholstered-Gun-Bearing Killer
A Thriller makes a real feeler
And its marketer wise dealer;
In his films loved by his wheeler
And The Bleeding by his healer...
But it's some salute to bloodshed
And helping of free tears,eyes red;
Scared kids resolved on earlier sleep
But on their bed for a wake keep.
That's the trouble with her Miller:
Lots of fancy for fine killer,
Yeah not Real Life - The safe thriller
But it's no Decent Time filler,
Millers remembrance of thriller
The time wise neighbour turns tiller
And one they 've got in James Bila,
In the past fond of Godzilla,
Now in their church a strong pillar...
"Oh! Why had I accepted Miller
For thriller and wine from cellar?"
Anna had forgotten his villa
Marrying an owner a Willer.
Let me play you violin
I hope you will dance
Don't mind how to begin
Till you loose all steps into trance
And wonder if you've been therein
I don't mind if it hurts
My fingers and my back
What if I got some concerts
Won't I keep oiling to avoid setback
And complimenting the overall efforts
Zero stress, keep calm
Let down the foes watching
To laugh steps long embalm
Tagged "SU dance" somehow gauche
Explode surprise into their mind bomb
Be at the top
Supply the tap
Fresh water behind
Running ever nonstop
Till standing ovation clap
And your fountain is enshrined
Rinse the pot
Set in each potato
At the reach of intense fire
Burning down chemical's dot
For all invited guests in-out Soweto
Before all to their dear houses retire
Happy birthday dear
Thrill the amusing thriller
And watch the wonder with cheer
For all cool teases to become chiller
As you await nice experiences of coming year
CHEERS! ?? ??
in this day
in which it doesn't even seem
to have been life,
there was a moment,
a single moment,
in which I looked at the cloudy sky.
and at that moment,
in that single moment,
I thought I heard a cry,
or a choking scream.
it was a distant sound,
a voice from the past.
it was just a regret
that left me breathless,
and reminded me that my time was up.
so i closed my eyes
and tried to forget what I had heard.
all that was left was a strange feeling,
a feeling of emptiness,
as if life lost its meaning.
Kyun wato charhatay ho?
Kyun Gool ghomatay ho?
Kyun case latkatay ho?
Kyun jalaybian pakatay ho?
Kyun filmain chalatay ho?
Kyun sifarshain karvatay ho?
Kyun logon ko uksatay ho?
Kyun awam ko bharkatay ho?
Kyun banday pechay lagatay ho?
Kyun thatha kartay ho?
Kyun galyan daytay ho?
Kyun mazay laytay ho?
Kyun qanoon say khailtay ho?
Kyun hadsay karvatay ho?
Kyun mazaq uratay ho?
Note. Enough Is Enough.
Ranging through the valleys
Sighing over the hills
Galloping through the farms
That's the ambiguity of love
A none Writing Day
The freedom of not writing anything is an illusion
today I will just sit there and listen to the news
Turkey is having problem and it has nothing to do
with me although a poet friend of mine Erken may
be upset several police officers killed perhaps one
of them was her son and I can`t send flowers in
case it is not so. I only like Portugal in the winter
when it is cold enough to put an extra jumper on
when sitting indoors....that were the days.
What do I know? Perhaps Erken is a Russian spy
who speaks five languages perfectly without fluffing
neither a line nor breaking the wind when talking to the pope.
Knows the sewers of Istanbul like the street going home
and analyzes the **** falling from the American embassy
When it is discovered that the US envoy suffer from
diabetes she will be promoted by Putin.
I was in the garden tending gladioli
and collecting rosehips to make wine
When I glanced toward the sky
A cold shiver ran down my spine .
Hurtling toward me
At what seemed a thousand miles per hour
Was a sight I never thought to see
and I was beguiled by its power .
I stood as if I was paralyzed
As the peregrine falcon swooped ever near
It was as if I had been hypnotised
By beauty mixed with fear.
I flinched and turned my face away
From the injury I expect
but Falcon has its tiny prey
I stand in awe to pay respect.
Into the eyes of a cold blooded killer
My frightened blue eyes glance
I'm reminded of the scene from thriller
When the zombies rise to dance.
How effective was that immortal scene
When first we watched that DVD
Am I awake ? Is this a dream ?
Naught with the falcons eyes on me.
I know he see's but seems to pay no heed
As he pops onto my fence post
He nods his head as if to thank me for his feed
But though it is my garden, I know he was the host.
"Thriller"
upon eerie coverlet of faint moonlight
midnight creeps to touch tombstones of cursed undead
haunting entities delight in spooking night
zombies open coffins to ravish with dread
feasting upon flesh and bone in vampy style
tasting blood from jugular...victim defile
staring motionless submissive to witch chant
enticed by love ... death charms innocence to pant.
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