WHAT LAY BENEATH.
At first they thought it was all fun and games. They paid no heed to the advice their parents millions of times gave. In their minds, they had to try it out. They had find out what lay beneath. They wanted to know what little creatures crawled behind those old crumbling walls of that house at HILLPOINT, the house their grand parents told them is haunted.
They wanted to know what demon slept their. They wanted to know what monsters bellowed all night- but most of all, they wanted to prove the legend. Curiosity killed the cat.
So on the night of December 31st, 1998, the threesome__ one girl, two boys all not older than 14__ climbed up the winding hill to the old rotting house that stared them back menacing, evil- diabolical. It was like it wanted to quench a thirst for blood. And there coming, down the winding road, where three ignorant little kids. Fools.
When they approached the house, 10 feet maybe, an owl hooted, the harbinger of death. A warning none of the three took. They had to explore, they had to find out. It was like the house had a magical magnet pull that reached out to their souls, it pulled them, 5 feet now.
For a hill, it was too silent, no wind, and no creatures in the grass sang their evening songs. It was 6PM. It was like the creatures knew the house reeked of death, so they kept away. Even the wind. The atmosphere was dry_barren.
The girl finally broke the silence,
"Let's go home guys!" She nudged the boys, her voice trembling. But they heard nothing, they were hypnotised. They didn't have control over themselves. The house smiled. It's windows so dark, no sign of life inside. No sign of anything good. They still didn't care.
She spoke up again, this time taking a step backwards, holding the teddy bear she always carried with her even tighter, "Come on guys, let's go back!" She almost screamed and cried. She stamped her feet on the ground. They didn't care. They had to get it and maybe greet the devil that lived in that old ragged house.
"Go home Suzy." One of the boys replied and continued "adventures aren't for the weak at heart."
He didn't even bother to look back as he said this. His gaze was only on the house, his and the other boy's mouths feel agape, as if they were awe struck. There eyes devilishly black, no sense of humanity left in them. None at all. They now belonged to the house. Their souls doomed to be trapped in it forever.
One step close to the door. The taller of the boys opened it. It let out a long menacing and satanic Creek, as if it were laughing at them. For being foolish preferably.
Once opened, it let out a strong gush of air that sucked the boys in. They screamed! But it was too late.
And while Suzy stood their crying, weeping and sobbing, at the window, she saw two glows, red in color. The monster stared at her. The demon lusted for her. She felt the pull and towards the house she went, like a zombie. Doomed to die. At the hands of whatever lay beneath.
They got their answers, but they didn't live long enough to evaluate them.
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At first they thought it was all fun and games. They paid no heed to the advice their parents millions of times gave. In their minds, they had to try it out. They had find out what lay beneath. They wanted to know what little creatures crawled behind those old crumbling walls of that house at HILLPOINT, the house their grand parents told them is haunted.
They wanted to know what demon slept their. They wanted to know what monsters bellowed all night- but most of all, they wanted to prove the legend. Curiosity killed the cat.
So on the night of December 31st, 1998, the threesome__ one girl, two boys all not older than 14__ climbed up the winding hill to the old rotting house that stared them back menacing, evil- diabolical. It was like it wanted to quench a thirst for blood. And there coming, down the winding road, where three ignorant little kids. Fools.
When they approached the house, 10 feet maybe, an owl hooted, the harbinger of death. A warning none of the three took. They had to explore, they had to find out. It was like the house had a magical magnet pull that reached out to their souls, it pulled them, 5 feet now.
For a hill, it was too silent, no wind, and no creatures in the grass sang their evening songs. It was 6PM. It was like the creatures knew the house reeked of death, so they kept away. Even the wind. The atmosphere was dry_barren.
The girl finally broke the silence,
"Let's go home guys!" She nudged the boys, her voice trembling. But they heard nothing, they were hypnotised. They didn't have control over themselves. The house smiled. It's windows so dark, no sign of life inside. No sign of anything good. They still didn't care.
She spoke up again, this time taking a step backwards, holding the teddy bear she always carried with her even tighter, "Come on guys, let's go back!" She almost screamed and cried. She stamped her feet on the ground. They didn't care. They had to get it and maybe greet the devil that lived in that old ragged house.
"Go home Suzy." One of the boys replied and continued "adventures aren't for the weak at heart."
He didn't even bother to look back as he said this. His gaze was only on the house, his and the other boy's mouths feel agape, as if they were awe struck. There eyes devilishly black, no sense of humanity left in them. None at all. They now belonged to the house. Their souls doomed to be trapped in it forever.
One step close to the door. The taller of the boys opened it. It let out a long menacing and satanic Creek, as if it were laughing at them. For being foolish preferably.
Once opened, it let out a strong gush of air that sucked the boys in. They screamed! But it was too late.
And while Suzy stood their crying, weeping and sobbing, at the window, she saw two glows, red in color. The monster stared at her. The demon lusted for her. She felt the pull and towards the house she went, like a zombie. Doomed to die. At the hands of whatever lay beneath.
They got their answers, but they didn't live long enough to evaluate them.
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SOLITUDE
Do they ever look beneath the smile;
Broad and warm with life
And see the real me;
Sad and lost and wandering?
Do they?
Do they ever listen to what I say,
And feel how empty my words are,
However full they sound to be?
Or is their story all that matters?
Do they ever see I'm suffering,
Trying hard not to crumble to pieces,
And be carried away by the raging waters,
To place of no return__ insanity!?
If they do, then why NEVER, have they asked;
Listened or cared to embrace me
And tell me "Everything will be okay"?
Do they really care?
Or am just an Island,
In the middle of an ocean,
Where the boats don't dock,
And the birds don't nest...
Am I an Island of solitude?
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Do they ever look beneath the smile;
Broad and warm with life
And see the real me;
Sad and lost and wandering?
Do they?
Do they ever listen to what I say,
And feel how empty my words are,
However full they sound to be?
Or is their story all that matters?
Do they ever see I'm suffering,
Trying hard not to crumble to pieces,
And be carried away by the raging waters,
To place of no return__ insanity!?
If they do, then why NEVER, have they asked;
Listened or cared to embrace me
And tell me "Everything will be okay"?
Do they really care?
Or am just an Island,
In the middle of an ocean,
Where the boats don't dock,
And the birds don't nest...
Am I an Island of solitude?
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Without YouWithout You
Without You
I'm a mess.
A bag of trash waiting to be thrown out.
An abode for depression and stress.
I'm a planet in a solar system,
With no stars and moon to brighten my nights
And no sun to lighten my days.
I'm a singer with no voice,
A guitar that's off tune.
And a dancer with no groove.
Without You, I'm a mess.
Without You, I'm incomplete.
Without You--
I'm NOTHING.NOTHING.
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Without You
I'm a mess.
A bag of trash waiting to be thrown out.
An abode for depression and stress.
I'm a planet in a solar system,
With no stars and moon to brighten my nights
And no sun to lighten my days.
I'm a singer with no voice,
A guitar that's off tune.
And a dancer with no groove.
Without You, I'm a mess.
Without You, I'm incomplete.
Without You--
I'm NOTHING.NOTHING.
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Forever Lost
I still hear your whispers in the wind,
The one that carried with it--
Your final breath
And your warming company.
I still see your footsteps in the mud,
The one from which you came,
And later returned__
Stiff and alone.
Will I ever hear your endless prattles again?
Will I ever again feel the warmth of your embrace?
Will the earth mold you up again?
Or are you forever lost?
My heart aches at the thought of it.
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I still hear your whispers in the wind,
The one that carried with it--
Your final breath
And your warming company.
I still see your footsteps in the mud,
The one from which you came,
And later returned__
Stiff and alone.
Will I ever hear your endless prattles again?
Will I ever again feel the warmth of your embrace?
Will the earth mold you up again?
Or are you forever lost?
My heart aches at the thought of it.
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Quote:
A person whose desires you know,
Is a person whose life you can control.
~African Ink
Desire.
My heart longs for something,
I can not explain it,
But I can feel it burning
And calling out to me,
From parts of my heart and body,
That I didn't know existed,
Just to have a taste of it.
I would do anything to have it--
Anything!
I would kill anyone who tries to stop me from acquiring it,
I would cut the hands that hid it from me,
I would... Because I need it--
No! I crave it!
I would worship the one__
Man or God__
Who fulfills it.
I would forever be in debt of them,
I would be a slave to them.
They could use me in any possible way.
They could even kill me,
As long as I had had a chance to touch that sacred thing.
My heart longs for something,
And whoever knows what that thing is,
They have the authority to command me,
For a man's desires out weigh his dignity.
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A person whose desires you know,
Is a person whose life you can control.
~African Ink
Desire.
My heart longs for something,
I can not explain it,
But I can feel it burning
And calling out to me,
From parts of my heart and body,
That I didn't know existed,
Just to have a taste of it.
I would do anything to have it--
Anything!
I would kill anyone who tries to stop me from acquiring it,
I would cut the hands that hid it from me,
I would... Because I need it--
No! I crave it!
I would worship the one__
Man or God__
Who fulfills it.
I would forever be in debt of them,
I would be a slave to them.
They could use me in any possible way.
They could even kill me,
As long as I had had a chance to touch that sacred thing.
My heart longs for something,
And whoever knows what that thing is,
They have the authority to command me,
For a man's desires out weigh his dignity.
#review #AI #Poetry