Poem: Out At The Haunted House

Here’s a Halloween poem for you everyone. Happy Halloween everyone to you and yours. 🙂

 

The haunted house

lay in front of Kara,

she was nervous

but she was acting brave

in front of her girlfriend Leanne

as they sat in Leanne’s car,

“They say young women died in there”,

said Leanne like she was beginning

a short horror story.

Then what the fuck are we doing here Lee?

We’re young women, well

youngish women.

“Come on, let’s get to my sister’s

Halloween party …”

Leanne laughed,

“You sound scared.”

“I’m not scared.”,

Kara said with a dismissive laughed.

Terrified is closer the mark.

“But come on, there’s nothing

to see here. It’s all myths.”

Kara’s mobile phone rang,

she expected it was her sister

wondering where they’d got to,

she answered the call,

“Kar, where are you? My car’s been stolen.”, said Leanne.

Terror overtook her,

in a flash she felt vampire teeth

sink deep into her neck.

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Poem: Painted Smile On Bleeding Heart

 

 

I was stupid

to let my heart

get so involved

and let you rip

it to shreds

like it was

a piece of rubbish

ready to be thrown out or

like clay to be moulded into

something harder

but I refuse to think it’s

useless rubbish

or to make it get harder.

 

 

I let my heart get

too involved

because I had no choice

and as much as I want to

say good riddance to you,

the sad truth is you could

play with my heart,

twist it every way you wanted

and I’d still be here

because I can’t break away,

I don’t even want it

and that’s where I’m stupid

but I can’t do anything about it.

 

 

And my heart bleeds inside

wanting to fix this,

to fix us

while you make no effort

because you don’t care

and you not caring makes my heart

bleed more but instead I paint on a smile,

believe everything will sort itself out,

I have to,

otherwise I’m going to cry again

and my pillow won’t thank me.

Poem: New World

 

 

 

Knock down the fences,

batter down the barriers,

the new world’s a’coming,

let’s not wait hundreds more years

and more,

open minds,

open hearts,

rid our world of a toxic

called prejudice,

we brought it into the world,

now we must do our duty

and save our world from being crap

by not being assholes.

Bullying, Cyberbullying, and Cruelty to Others – Veronica’s Experience

Random Bits of Trial and Error

Some brush it off as, “Bullying is part of life.  We all go through it.”  Unfortunately, that is true, but it’s still no excuse.  Bullying has pushed its way into social media, magnifying the range of devastation to its victims.  It has ruined people’s lives, reputations, and it is pushing kids to the point of suicide.  In my niece’s small Ohio town, seven children, ranging from 13 to 19, have committed suicide in the last few years.  I’m veering from my usual RVing posts to address and share my niece’s experience growing up in this small town.

Here are Veronica’s words:

“Before I start, I want to put a disclaimer down.  I don’t want people to feel bad for me.  I’ve come to live with it.  I am also not looking for attention.  I am here to help.  I want others to see things really do look up when you…

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Poem: One-Sided

 

He started dancing the light fantastic

with the big noises,

the humble writer,

well she didn’t exist to him anymore

but when you dance the light fantastic

as a small fry with the big noises

you end up dancing alone

although of course she would

never let that happen,

to fall in love

she learned

was to lose all self-respect

and pick up the pieces

not because she was a goody-goody

but because she had to,

stupidly but understandably

she had to,

though he wasn’t there for her,

she knew she’d always be there for him,

it went without saying.