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Summer Ended Sighs

6:23 PM
Clock ticks ticks ticking 
Hunched back and sprawled all over
I get this feeling
Fingers taps taps clicking
Pen taps in repetition 
I hate this feeling
I stared at the calendar
And scorned at the squeaking birds outside
As well as the date presented
Circled in bold red 
With the words
"Time's up!"

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Halloween

High festive confusion among real monsters
Around that wonderful time of the year, for:
Lay men mistook Dracula for Edward Cullen,
Lost Big Foot, they called "Chewy"
Offense they did to evil wizards when they whispher "Hogwarts is real"
Wicked witches were thought from the West,
Every werewolf was seen as a teen,
Even the Devil is encouraged to wear Prada, that 
No human that night guessed the monsters were real!

October 22, 2016

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The Art of Deception

A paint of white within a black canvas
A haiku of lies
A silver lining underneath animation
A photograph cropped
A wall paper hidden under new paint
A speech too eloquently given
Together, they become art's montage

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Chilling

We played the game, the horrid game
   Of tricks and candles in the dark
Reciting a name, a horrid name
   Our hands started moving on their own
We asked it questions, horrible questions
   The Spirit presented a forthcoming omen
We shook our heads, our foolish heads
   We blew out the candles that night
Suddenly the room grew cold, oh too cold
   Chills were felt through out our spines
Then a gash of light appeared, appeared it did 
   Turns out it was the fridge lay open bright
One of us screamed, a hideous scream
   She claimed it stank of rotten eggs
One of us fainted, dramatically fainted
   He claimed it was not the eggs
From there we were curious, curious we all should have been!
   Upon inspection, it was just spoiled milk
From there we cried, a loud shared cry
   Because we realized we just drank that milk!

Was this the omen, the woe-filled omen?
 We all thought as we touched our stomachs
Was this the omen, the painful omen?
     
        But then, who last opened the fridge?
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Through Their Eyes

To see is not to believe if we do not listen
Strange that I may say these things
With a knife by my hand, I listen
For that sound I find peace within
I look down towards my victim
A beautiful grotesque creature, she is!
Gouged out eyes, and red, quivering lips
Her song brings me a life tuning tune
To see is not to believe if we do not listen
An odd ideology that is
She has spent her days inside a locked room
I hear strange sounds resound within
But I would not leave it as it is
For no, dark Cupid has arrived
To wield his arrow towards those with doubtful eyes
To see is not to believe if we do not listen
Yet I heard what I saw
To answer my own opinion, I struck her 
A bloody red blow to the jaw
Corrupt love they gave me, but through their eyes I gave mine in return 
A love as deep, one they cannot simply ignore

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Iguana

Iguana wants to be a player
Geico commercials didn't hire this slayer
Apparently he's too green
To counteract the green screen 
So Iguana puts on shades 
Then moonwalks and prays
The Gecko breaks a leg on Thursday 
And hopefully doesn't regenerate the next day

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Flight of Fancy

Unbuttoned night dress
Playful kisses in the dark
One can only dream

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Interrogation of Secret

There must be something behind those eyes
Alluring secret on thine eyes
Beneath this ground, of wooden floors
A chamber hidden so well within
There must be something behind those eyes 
Alluring secret on thine eyes
Your body shakes of such news
To tell, your reasons do apply
About your fear of what doom?
A secret, of what? Do tell me soon!

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Ghosts

They are the past reincarnated, emotions never faded
Ideas of fear
Awakening
Dispersing 
Floating 
Dead
But

Very much alive 

Skeletons in the closet
Past, present, future combine
Along with fiery talks
Of black and white
A shadow sneaks by
Disguised as a guide 
Sings like a truthful harp
But madness inside

Let the dead bury the dead
But old graves opened up
Blue vs. red
Truth skewed upside down
A lie becomes reality
Reality a lie
Arms against another
Brother against brother 

Unless the sun goes up
Ghosts continue to haunt
The world
Left in the dark, for

They are the past reincarnated, emotions never faded
Ideas of fear
Awakening
Dispersing 
Floating 
Dead
But

Very much alive

They use to be beings like you and I
Only brought back by the shadow
That lurked in the dark
Disguised as a friend
But a foe inside 
Manipulating 
Both you and I into
Blue vs. red
Black and white
A lie becomes reality 
Truth skewed upside down
Arms against another 
Reality a lie
Brother against brother
Until all is dark
Unless we let the dead bury the dead
And let the sun rise
Ghosts will continue to haunt
Our peace of mind

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It Was By Chance

Twilight flowers bloomed against the rain 
From different street corners we walked
Under umbrellas we collide that day
Within seconds, our eyes met
Flushed and surprised
We turned our backs, as courtesy calls
Too bad we were pulled back
Intertwined 
By our own umbrellas