Sunday, May 29, 2011

Smothered, Smashed, "Smuel-ed"

Beware the beady eyes that follow at night,
Through every dark corner as you slowly tread.
For they will haunt you for eternal length's flight,
And make your mind flee from horror and distress.

Run, I tell you, flee with haste!
When the monster wakes with a forceful gaze
And finds his prey to hunt and chase,
He'll hunger for you and track for days.
'Til innocence is no longer found
And the monster consumes your very soul
Your cries will become the only sound
Of sorrow and death--a story to be told.

Run, I tell you, flee with haste!
I see him rising from deep slumber,
Awakening and quickening his pace,
With a sudden liking and earthly wonder.
Heed my warning: danger ahead!
Be prepared to fight and win,
For his beastly cry will make you dead
And bring your remains to his kin.

Run, I tell you, flee with haste
Though you're safely kept inside your home,
Now his gaze has found my face
And your safety has kept me alone.
Now I must fend for myself
And swiftly run with nowhere to hide.
Hear my painful cries for assistance and help,
As I scurry along with my sobbing cries.

Now I must beware the eyes that haunt me at night,
Through every dark corner as I slowly tread
For they will haunt me for eternal length's flight
And make my mind flee from horror and distress.

My "Bad" Friend

My darling, my love, my dearest friend:
I write these lines 'bout your bitter rant,
Which your God only knows and understands.
Though Conscience tells me to stop and pray,
For enlightened mind; though they're silly words.
While mouths speak once, the heart will say
The passion and tenderness for which you yearn.
And though I too am foolish and cease
To speak of struggles driven by madness,
I bite my tongue so that you may find peace
And speak only words to change your heart of sadness.
I write, though pained, for you asked me to
And so, my heart writes this as I take a poo.




Disclaimer: The last line of this poem was written by my friend, for my friend, strictly as a joke. Please do not doubt my writing capabilities and professionalism because of the silly, though hilarious ending.