The 11th House
It is storytime, little kids, gather around
Let us get started
So, one day, there was this sweet little girl
She was going trick or treating all by herself because she was a good girl
The 11th house
That was the house the little girl was walking up the steps of
It had wonderful Halloween decor
There was fake blood trailing into the house from the steps
Also more fake blood smeared on the wide open front door
She pushed the doorbell, knowing it would be unsafe to walk into a stranger's house
Uninvited
To be continued...
My dear Catherine.
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From: Your beloved pet, Basil.
To: Catherine Daerwun.
My dearest Catherine,
It is with the greatest love and care that I have to write to you. I am really concerned about the other pets you have been seeing lately. I know that it’s a part of your job. But still. I can not stand it that you have to take care of other pets. Okay, fine. Maybe you can’t help it. Either way, it’s not me, it’s you that’s bringing me so much pain. If this doesn’t end, I’m afraid I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.
How would you like it if I spent more time with other humans, or even worse your neighbors? I know that you’ll end up even keeping me locked in the house, especially if you always catch me playing in other people’s gardens. I’m doing my best here, Catherine.
I love you so very much and I wouldn’t want anything to ever come between us.
P.S. I ate the last piece of your ribs. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Those smoky ribs were the bombdiggity.
With lots of love,
Your loving pet,
Basil.
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Catherine: (stretches) Good morning,
Basil! Who’s a good boy?
Basil:(barks).
Catherine: I wonder what you dreamt about. I’m sure I was in it.
Basil to himself- If only I could write in real life. Ah, just have to believe that my human understands my barks.
The Weight
Pressure.
It comes from many places
From parents to school
To just getting through a day
Pressure is over us all
We always seem to focus
On the negative pressure
That makes us stress and worry
But don’t forget about the positives
Like the pressure, you feel
When you want to do better
The pressure that makes you succeed
A bit of pressure is always good,
Keeping you going with all your might
But too much is worse
Making you worry yourself into a hearse
People feel pressure every day
But how they choose to take it
Can determine the person they will be
At least for that day.
That’s What I Do
You can't see me. But you CAN hear me. As I breathe in your ear. Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale.
You break the monotony by asking a question, to which I respond in-kind. Still faceless. Yet my voice resonates in your ear, heckling you, asking for more and more information, until one of us considers the interview over and disconnects the bond.
Sometimes, I might even get someone else to breathe in your ear, to speak in your ear, all the while a faceless entity with knowledge about YOU.
"Thank you for calling Customer Support. My name is Trina. How may I help you?"
Love in a Name
Love can be electric
being lost in the euphoria
that is wished for upon a star
Love is going out for gelato
and being put under a spell
making a mark on your heart like graffiti
your thoughts sometimes wandering to sin
Love burning hot like a flame
attraction making two souls magnetic
Love is a honey as sweet as ambrosia
lighting up one's heart with a lantern
that glows and the tune of love makes it sing
till your throat burns like you just drank vodka
Love can't get any better than this
Prompt: Write a poem where the last word of the first line ends with the first letter of your name, and the last word of the second line ends with the second letter of your name until you have spelled out your first and/or your last name.
Silent Whispers
The whispers flitter against my skin
Haunts my soul
I can't hear the words
But I can feel them pull
The whispers seeps into my heart
Boiling my blood
I can't taste their meaning
But I can feel their pulse
The whispers flows through my mind
Suggestive yet misunderstood
A foreign tongue formed them
Mine whisper a lingering reply
