April 17, 2012

• Poems.

  Had to write some for Creative Writing class and I thought I'd share.

  Dreams
  Every Halloween, for 3 years in a row
  I’ve had the same dream and here’s how it goes:
  There’s vampire who’s morbidly fat
  And wearing a nice suit, but no hat
  He chased me down a never-ending hall
  That went on and on with clean white walls
  At the end was Danny and my room
  If I don’t reach it soon, I’ll be doomed
  Running in, I jumped onto my bunk bed
  Then I threw the covers over my head
  I held my breath as he waddled in
  Goose bumps were forming on my skin
  I held my breath and silently cried
  But then he sat on me and I died.

  Now and then I also dream about peeing
  I have needs, y’know. I’m a human being
  Either the toilet’s gross or something’s missing
  Or some asshole’s watching as I’m pissing
  Occasionally there’s no toilet seat or door
  If I can’t sit, what if I pee on the floor?
  Sometimes the toilet’s overflowing
  From people not flushing; it’s mind-blowing
  One time I thought that I got lucky
  The bathroom was nice, not at all yucky
  But then I looked up, and what do I see?
  A ginormous fat girl smiling down at me
  I run fast, but she’s faster, who would’ve guessed?
  I wake as she grabs me, heart thumping in my chest

  Of course, I shouldn’t forget to mention
  The kind of dreams that might cause hypertension
  Your typical dream about being chased
  By the scariest thing you’ve ever faced
  They’re zombies who want to feed
  Fresh human flesh is what they need
  I grab a gun from the ground for defense
  But there’s no bullets and my fear grows immense
  At times it’s a psycho killer instead
  When I’m anxious, I move around in bed
  He wants to kill me for some reason
  What, is there some sort of killing season?
  What sucks is I can’t lie down and play dead
  What if to make sure, he cuts off my head?

  I have had many different dreams by now
  Some so bizarre, I can’t help but think ‘wow’
  Sometimes I’ll want to share them with my friends
  If they’re not too weird, it really depends
  For some reason, I can always recall
  Things in great detail, even if they’re small
  I really remember ones that leave an impression
  If not, then my brain will gain repossession
  Of the space used to remember them
  Maybe it’s cause I wasn’t in REM
  I’m afraid I’ll one day forget my cool dreams
  Cause one day my memories will fade, it seems
  So I’ve begun to keep a dream diary
  I’m sorry it’s private, it’s not for you to see

   

  My Bad
  I admit
  that it was
  a bit much
  of me
  to bitchslap you
  and rip off
  your weave,
  but you touched
  my shit, you see
  and that's
  my pet peeve.

  • 7:23 pm
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