That new guy, Mr. Larry.
His voice mocking,
When he’s talking.
As big as pies,
Changes to red, as the sun dies.
He a crook,
Walk by his house,
As quiet as a mouse,
And hear the screams bounce,
Like someone being sucked on by a louse.
Even when you’re sleepy,
It’s like a buzzing bee,
When the dark shadows becoming antsy.
“Cry, cry little sue,”
Let the tears fall, one by two,
Lips turning the darkest shade of blue.
There are many meanings,
As the wind sings,
Her voice it brings,
Deafening the ears of faraway kings.
Locked in a box
Suffocated by socks
A drift of air
A spiff of a dare
“Eleanor, I dare you to spend one hour in that box.”
Cramped in space
A touch of lace
A peek of light
“If you don’t do it, then that means you’re chicken!”
A bully for a sister
Rapid spit fire of a twister
I dare you to do this and that
I dare you to sit upon that cat
“Open the box and climb in; hurry!”
Time ticks away
On a warm summer May
Sitting here I pout
When shall I get out?
“Never,” a voice says.
A clang of a key
A slam of a door
Death, find me now
My head I bow
“How foolish I am.”
Eyes shedding tears
This is the end I fear
I have been deceived
By my own sister Eve
Bitter silky treat
Left in my seat
"I made that for you Lindsey,"
A dimpled smile,
Soon to turn bile
"Oh thank you, Dana!"
Just a hand toward the chair
One bite and I cringe
To the reaction of a twinge
"Do you like it?"
As to not hurt her feelings
I smile and lie about the unappealing
Sudden heat takes over me
And I collapse on the floor
"Have a nice death!"
A trick, a scheme! I've been bamboozled!
I lay there in a heap, baffled
She wanted me dead.
Why Cousin Dana, why?
Do you know why they only come at night?
The whispers, do you know why?
Because in the day, you are surrounded.
Surrounded by the light, and by people, and “happiness”.
But at night when everyone goes to sleep,
Here you lie awake in your bed.
Shivering, and unable to tune them out.
As they call to you.
There’s nowhere to hide at night.
They grab you, pulling your hair, and scratching your skin.
They scar you, leaving red marks.
Oh how you hope for day break.
The whispers, oh yeah. They’re getting louder, uh?
They want to make sure you hear them.
Isn’t it scary? How they force you do things you don’t want to do.
How they tell you lies, but you take them as the truth anyways.
Do you know why they make you do that?
The “things”, do you know why?
Because it’s nighttime, and you’re gullible.
And because they won’t release the chains, until you do.
Give me a flower and let me smell its beauty.
Give me a dime and let me count the dozens.
Give me a ship and let me sail the seas.
Oh give me something, and I’ll show you with ease.
A gift is worth a thousand dollars,
But a smile is worth more than the world.
A car is worth a hundred miles,
But a walk along the beach is worth a lifetime.
The shelter shields the homeless.
The house shields the family.
One’s a donor,
The other an owner.
Lend a hand,
Next time I’ll give you an arm.
Lend your heart,
Next time I’ll give you a life.
The light is too bright for me to pass.
But yet I am drawn to it at the same time.
It’s a double force of energy.
One says no, the other yes.
When everyone else fails you in life, read a book, or write one.
Your characters are forced to like you.
They will forever be with you.