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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 13, 2007 23:47:55 GMT -6
there is a monster under my bed,
he waits until darkness
too make believe illusions in my head,
there are nights where
a child is screaming,
and others when i merely feel cold
dusting back the blankets,
I seek solace with lights
fleeting though they are,
each foot step allow my corridor
leaves me reeling backward,
fleeing with haste from the shadows
there's a monster under my bed,
at least that's where he lives
sometimes i spot him staring at me,
from between the window screens
his eyes are dull and lifeless
his fingers long and thin
I know he's waiting..
waiting for me,
too step blindly into his hidey hole -
there in the dark
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Mar 19, 2007 8:54:43 GMT -6
To come and frighten the monsters away would be an honor, Close your eyes and sleep well Soul. ~ BNm
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Post by anirbas on Mar 19, 2007 9:22:07 GMT -6
Shivers...Piece blew me away when I read it the first time, somewhere else in here...
I like the way, you tweaked it, moved it around in this version...
And the image you chose to go with it...
Shivers...That's what it gave me...Nir.
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Post by dawness on Mar 19, 2007 11:27:51 GMT -6
why did i open this at such witching hour??? i'll get you for this soul, LOL .. too powerful.. yikes.... i'm sleeping with the teddy bears.  |
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Post by anirbas on Mar 20, 2007 21:36:46 GMT -6
ggglgggl...Dawn, you're to funny...stop that...not...
gave me the shivers reading it again, Soul! Nir.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 21, 2007 0:55:25 GMT -6
his long raked digits
dragged against my flesh -
his cold dampened lips
dragged against my legs -
the blood welled from under each touch
repulsed with gluttonous love -
beady eyes watch me
drinking in my fire -
wretching from my heart and soul
what's little left of life desire -
cold embers of knowledge burn
under the dying moon
boney fingers retreating
slithering away out of sight -
mouth moves slightly higher
then, that too away in the night -
a scream of fear echoes
filling the eerie dawn -
feet are gingerly placed upon the
trepidition like shards of glass -
as light is dropped, spilling against the floor
staring blindly into the eyes -
of the creature who lingers under bedding
laying un-beautifully upon the ground
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Post by DavidMc on Mar 21, 2007 3:34:55 GMT -6
I suggest you get rid of the bed and sleep on the floor  Terrific writing as always Soul. David |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 22, 2007 15:24:00 GMT -6
lol, I would but then I'd fear the shadows in the wardrobes. Something i learnt about stalkers, they find great thrills in pushing the boundaries and rarely have limitations  Thanks for reading my work guys. Your support means a lot. Soul |
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