Scraps

So I found this scattered among my random pages of scribbled pages of poetry. Don't know why I never posted this...

Oh well, now I am!

Your gone

left before the morning light,

you left a trail of bread crumbs for me to follow

but the crows ate all of the bread crumbs

How can I go where you have gone?

The light draws lines on the carpet

they cover our bed

and i watch as they climb up the walls

Sleep as eluded me

the stars twinkle suggestively at the moon

I sit and stare at the night sky

How I wish it could embrace me

I could be forever covered in its blanket of twilight.

Another morning has come

instead I get up and ready for work.

Halloween Haunting

Keeping up with the frightful Halloween spirit, I've written this little monster. I was thinking of using it for my next school assignment which is to write a poem... any suggestions? Yay or nay?

Well...Hope it gives you nightmares.

There is a face at the window
Its pale, almost translucent
A chalky white of something long dead
Its eyes of blood and flame
Its mouth blackened by ash

I mentioned it to mother
disbelieving she always was,
“9 year olds have such imaginations.”
She hastily changed the subject
trilled on about nothing.

he was always there
above the detached garage
In the dust filled attic
relics of a lost time,
worthless inheritances.

He watched me cross the yard
sick amusement
he stared out the window
watching,
waiting,
silently.

I checked out a book
“Haunting of the Northwest”

Encircling the house in a ring of white
purity
salt protection.

Mother sent me to my room,
talked to Father
deep into the night.
I held my breath, listening.
faint whisperings echoed upstairs
wild imagination,
local gossip,
foreign schooling.

I turned back into my room
against the white walls,
a black stain in the corner
his dark aura like tendrils
reached out into the light

He didn’t resemble anything of the man he once was
If he had even resembled a man at all
all was dark but his red-flamed eyes
and face etched in contorted shadows
he came
I didn’t try to suppress the scream