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Best Poems Written by Kristina Reid-Hansen

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Once Upon a Time

This is a story, short, but true
About a woman who had eyes that were black and blue.

 About a man who can eat things ten times his size,
 And a dog who was considered to be amazingly wise

 They lived in a land of shades of four,
 And lived in a cave which had no door

 But that's not the point I want to make
 Because the things I just said are truly fake

  But the story is of a man who juggled his head
 And when he got bored he'd play dead

  He had one friend and his name was Tom
  Tom made a bomb which killed his mom

 He became very dull, empty, and grim
 But moving along, for the story is not of him.

 It's about a woman who had turn green
 Sick from all the beauty she had seen

  Wait! The story is not about her either,
 This story pertains to a boy eating a beaver

 O'boy, I just can’t get this right!
 I think it’s about a girl who lost her arm in a fight.

 Or of a guy who collected decapitated heads,
 Or of a baby who sold bear traps as beds.

 Once upon a time the sun lost its shine,
 Once upon a time we all came from slime

  I better make this story end right now,
 Before I tell the story of the man who birthed a cow.

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Bridge

This is a small part of story that I am working on to be published in my book of 12 stories. 





She resumed in trekking; still searching for a way out
When something caught her eye which appeared to be a route.

Confidence grabbed the reigns in her chest, filling it with air;
Her breathing and her heartbeat tripled for she was almost there.

But as the path ended so did her mirage of nirvana.
It led her to a basin filled with red-bellied piranha, 

Caiman alligators, and electric eels
 Imagination was the one in her head turning the wheels

Sending pulses down her spine which reeked of fear
Forcing confidence to be evicted through each crying tear.

But her cries for help could not be heard
For the jungle’s trees kidnapped every word

The sun squinted his eyes through the trees in the west
“A bridge!” she gasped. She began to feel blessed

Sarah had to move quick; a race against the clock.
Night plus blood equals animals on the stalk 



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Night Awakes Fear

Walking alone in the middle of the night
Holding hands with the cold in the pale moon light

I hear more than my footsteps; look over my back
The shadows from the trees were on the attack

I walked a bit faster, my heart began to race
The mist from my breath teased the skin on my face

Should I make a right? But I look to the left
In between my imagination and reason sat a cleft

I began to panic, but what the heck for?
Because fear was of the essence and nothing more

Sounds ricocheted off of who knows where
Like a scene displaced from your worst nightmare

Something was watching or following me
I was just waiting for something to jump out of a tree

Or grab my shoulder or touch my back
Causing me to urinate before I have a heart attack

I took a deep breath and leaned against the next street light
It must be my mind playing tricks on me tonight




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A Visit From Massacre Fairy 1st Half

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
Not a creature was breathing, not one to be found.

Bloody hand prints swept the walls which once were white
Darkness overshadowed anything that had light

Little boys were decapitated and sprawled across the floor,
While little girls were skinned alive; hung as décor for every door.

Mothers had their jaws ripped straight from their heads
As their children screamed for mercy from their very own beds.

Panic and pain ricocheted off the walls
Pets were brutally butchered then stretched out in the halls

And Fathers were kept alive long enough to observe
Then their eyes were gouged only to dangle by an optic nerve

Fifty-six minutes is all the creature takes
To slay the whole town with its massacre earthquake

Agony rained something fierce this night
For this town was caught in the worst of plights

And the echo of dripping blood is now all you can hear
The stench swimming through the air is encapsulated fear.

To have dodged this slaughter would have been transmundane
For this monster, this beast was most definitely inhumane


It came through the windows and tore through the blinds
Grabbing any human or beast it could find

Then Slash the body! Gnash at the body! Bash them in the crown! 
And Thrash the body! Lash at the body! Mash the body down!

Then it rips out your tongue and swallows it whole
This fiendish freak has a heart made of coal

When wondering eyes caught a glimpse of what did appear
They knew it wasn’t Santa and his flying reindeers

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A Visit From Massacre Fairy 2nd Half

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It was covered in black fur from its head to its toes
Its small eyes glimmered white like the sight of fresh snow

Razor, jagged teeth a quarter meter long
Its bite was considered to be bear trap strong

No lips, no ears, no nose on its face
Instead there were just holes, just a bunch of empty space. 

The fingers and nails grew together as one
Sharper than blades which were forged by the sun

And it carried a sack, but in it were trolls
That would jump out to grab the tormented souls

The drawing of the souls was the vilest thing to see
They shrieked and moaned, then begged for mercy

But before this act the hearts were ripped out
And the trolls gobbled them up without a shadow of a doubt

But then a glare of its eye and a twitch of its head
The trolls jump back in the sack or they knew they’d be dead

And it shrieked the same five words as it left like when it came
A bellow from hell, you could say sounded the same

If you were to hear these words, you could put its reign to an end
So with its saw-like teeth, your tongue it rends.

And when it’s complete, with no time to stall
The demons dash away, Dash away, Dash away all!

It is said to come back every fifty-sixth year
On the night before Christmas like this time here

To repeat the bloodbath on a town such as this
Leaving them no time for one final wish

So sleep light on a night which is said to be merry
For you might receive a visit from the Massacre Fairy.



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