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Praying to the God you've always denied"Oh! Watch out!" he shrieked at me.
I looked up, only seeing the large stone roof with cracks and bumps. It was a hue of gray that I'd never seen before. A kind of gray that made your insides feel empty and your soul feel lonely, that is the best way I could ever describe it.
"What, there's nothing here?" I squinted my eyes to look closely at the roof.
"Whaddaya mean 'there's nothing there?'! Oh by my father's grave, WATCH YOUR STEP!" his voice was in such a high pitch that I wondered if it would burst.
"There's nothing he-" CREEAAAK "What was that?"
"I'm telling you, look down for once, Freya." his voice, now barely a whisper, shivered.
I slowly turned my gaze to my feet and gasped when the sight hit me.
"Oh." I said, shocked. "You meant this."
I gestured to the floor.
I was standing in the middle of a large glass panel, and the sound had been the massive crack that traveled, not unlike a lightning bolt, from the edge into the middle, right in front of me.
The weight I p
I guess it's you(r smile)I guess it's your smile
that curve of your lips
or maybe those eyes
not completely symmetrical
but oh so perfect
maybe it's your laughter
that sends shivers down my spine
as melodic as all heavens bells
it might even be your hands
scarred from that guitar of yours
or that concentrated look you get
while trying to be perfect
I guess it's all of that
and a bit more
that made me fall
fall, for you
fall gently in love
with one of the billions of people
I could've fallen for
instead of you
perfect, imperfect, completely adorably handsome, awkwardly cool
Halloween 2Look, my dear, there's children at our door
Children, at this time of the day?
Yes, my dear... Have you forgotten once again, that today the griffins will roar
and the ghosts will slay?
That's right, my dear, that is correct
today is the day of ghasts and other things one cannot get unseen
Today must be perfect,
for what we want to do
That is true, that is true, my dear... Perfect for what we're about to perform
Twick o' Tweat, dea' madame? How do you do?
Oh, dear child, I mourn, yes I do... I mourn...
How come, dea' madame?
Oh, dear child, we-- I,seemed to have forgotten that damn
candy of yours
Yes, forgotten, yes!
Shut it, or I'll shut it with force!
Did I hea' someone? O' a' my heawing tuwning to the less?
No one, you heard, no one at all... Come in, child, and I will give you a present better than those treats...
Yes, madame, I will step inside with you, yes I will
Halloween poems - Trick or Treat, dear?Will you Trick or Treat,
Will you dress up like Batman and Robin,
Will you eat all of the candy's,
I didn't want?
Will you open our door to the children,
who asks us kindly 'Trick or Treat'?
Will you hold my hand,
as we watch scary movies?
Will you answer just this one question,
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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