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paranormal poetry As I was going up the stair I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh how I wish he'd go away Mary had a lamb with eyes as black as coal it's teeth gleam red in the moonlight now Mary's missing a foal. Ring around the full moon Servants of a fanged loon vampryres, vampyres The world falls down. friendly creature (co authored by SmarterChild)Joe and his chair were meowing to school when a furry desk suddenly appeared in front of them. It ran up his leg and climbed into his pocket. The soft creature poked its head out and looked around awkwardly. The couches baked at the sight in amazement. Few had ever seen a foot trying to gaze in someone's pocket before. Joe and his bob were fishing to school when a loud TV suddenly appeared in front of them. It ran up his leg and climbed into his pocket. The disruptive creature poked its head out and looked around mockingly. The bunches meowed at the sight in amazement. Few had ever seen a bed trying to jump in someone's pocket before. Joe and his cat were walking to school when a scruffy rat suddenly appeared in front of them. It ran up his leg and climbed into his pocket. The dirty creature poked its head out and looked around grossly. The teachers stared at the sight in amazement. Few had ever seen a rat trying to eat in someone's pocket before. self and other storiesThis world is a wary place If one had a choice, would they always choose life? I think maybe seven times out of ten Depending on what kind of day one is having And who is asking the question
Who can ask that question? Oh, yes Only the self That little niggling piece that likes To confuse And hide
The place where love blossoms And hatred burns The place where the well of tears is drawn on By the keeper of sorrows
It might be that spot in the chest Or just behind the eyes It could be in the centre of the brain That dot in the middle Where stress makes an ache
It might even be in the fists That shake of their own accord And hang limply at the sides And wipe away tears
Tears Little diamonds of water Salty and sweet Rolling slowly down beautiful cheeks Sometimes taking forever to come Breaking self out of the numb shell That it likes to hide in
Whenever too many things happen at once Self just kinda disappears And all feeling is sucked out through a bendy straw Sometimes all energy too Leaving only a
Dim
Limp
Empty
Casement
Which once held the soul The soul Is that where the self lives? How would one know for certain?
Where is the soul? One feels the soul react in the chest But that might be the simple, knee-jerk The reaction to the surroundings
but how shall one know?
I never willl, of that I 'm sure. RainbowsRainbowsSeasonsAutumnRed: berries on bushes in woodsOrange: sunsets that are occurring earlier and earlier as days go byYellow: bits of bark that are dying on the treesGreen: almost nothing as everything takes the form of death and decompositionBlue: Jays, disappearing as time goes byIndigo: underside of undergrowth, shaded and decayingViolet: petals of lilacs, falling to the groundAuburn: swirling tumult of falling leavesWinterRed: hand knit scarfOrange: school bus, so bright against snowYellow: artificial light that is much brighter than sunGreen: grass so missed and imaginedBlue: sky, so deep and sharp when clear of greyIndigo: ice that still has water beneath its thin layer, bottomless and profound in its way of colorViolet: darkness of night that comes all too soonPink: rosy cheeks of children coming in from play.SpringRed: tulips coming into bloomOrange: sunshine pouring onto the windowsillYellow: buttercups and daisy centers dotting the lawnGreen: vibrant grass growing so long so quickly, food for rabbits and hiding places for other creaturesBlue: azure sky broken with cotton ball cloudsIndigo: sunset that is occurring later and later as days goes byViolet: backdrop for stars in the wee hours of mornBrown: soil that is soft with melted frost and finally visible againSummerRed: skin on shouldersOrange: dust in still and tepid airYellow: floating "wings" for small ones to swim withGreen: pop bottles that litter the counterBlue: water that is yearned forIndigo: sheets that are kicked off in restless nightsViolet: few flowers not yet wilted that line ditches everywhere.Grey: sidewalks abandoned in favor of air conditioning and poolsCelebrationsAll Hallows EveRed: blood on the wallOrange: pumpkin face leering in moonlightYellow: ripe squash with autumn leaf backdropGreen: Wrapper of the sweet confectionBlue: opaque clouds obscuring the moonIndigo: the hue the sidewalk steals when lit by streetlight and moon aloneViolet: the mask of the devil at your doorBlack: cats and nightChristmasRed: swirls on the sticky cane of candyOrange: the peel of the clemintine in the stockingYellow: tallow of supper candles; smelling of cinnamon oh so softly burningGreen: leaves of that kissing plant, mistletoe ever so gayBlue: glass balls that hang on coniferous treeIndigo: wrapper on chocolates that one is not to eat; but does anywayViolet: cover of the storybook mother shall read fromWhite: snow that lays thick on the porch and trees beyondBirthdayRed: balloons floating, lighter than air itselfOrange: Wrapping paper on the long awaited presentYellow: Tallow of the candles atop the cakeGreen: annoying toys that make air splitting racquetBlue: icing on the cakeIndigo: happy and voluntary dunce caps for all guestsViolet: ribbon kept long afterwards that once helped keep a present concealedGrey: dust that settles on even the most thoughtful of gifts all too soonEasterRed: Painted eggsOrange: stained glass of the stuffy chapelYellow: DaffodilsGreen: false grass that lines baskets for plastic eggshellsBlue: robin’s eggs, fallen and mistaken for hardboiled and hiddenIndigo: tinfoil wrapped chocolatesViolet: egg basket’s handlePink: the nose and eyes of a fluffy white bunnyLifeBirthRed: bloodOrange: artificial hospital lightYellow: newborn skinGreen: Doctor and nurses smocksBlue: EyesIndigo: nursery wallsViolet: the awkwardly large stuffed animal...is that an elephant?Pink/Navy Blue: the color explaining "boy or girl?"ChildhoodRed: wagonOrange: Sidewalk chalkYellow: Rubber duckGreen: Grass stains on jean kneesBlue: Sky that will always be a fascinationIndigo: the swamp where the frogs hideViolet: The flowers that are brought to mommyBrown: dirt that is belovedTeenager hood (girls)Red: blood, lipstick, or bothOrange: Shimmering eye shadowYellow: nails of the smoking friendGreen: EyelinerBlue: lights at partiesIndigo: earringsViolet: Lavender scent bottlePink: blushes for boysAlone (kicked out)Red: For Sale or Rent signOrange: Walls of the dingy and grotesque BathroomYellow: walls of the Vacated KitchenGreen: all that’s left in the fridgeBlue: Sheets that remind you of homeIndigo: Packing tape your mother boughtViolet: the sunset you are too busy to noticeTan: the cardboard boxes that heave your possessions into alien terrainI need to knowWhat is this?
What is Death?
I want a solid answer,
but lacking that,
opinioins will do
What is Life?
is it just our atoms having energy to move?
i wnt an answer,
any answer,
just so I can pretend I know
What is hate?
not the reactions,
not the yelling,
or the consequences
Deep down , what is it?
What is Love?
is it any more real than hate?
is it just the by-product of endorphins and other chemicals in the blood?
I just need to know
...
will there be an answer?
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