My eyes shift

Towards the door

There's a shadow in the hall

I shut back my eyes

Praying earnestly

But it doesn't work

The shadow moves

I flick on the light.

It's just my cat

I pick her up and go back to sleep.

I shut my eyes, try to fall asleep

It doesn't work

I can hear the door creaking

As if it were alive

A crash hits my ears

I'm not alone.

Dark as night

The blinds blow back the darkness that lurks in my bedroom

My phone rings

Who would call at this God-forsaken hour?

I look at the screen

It says Unknown

I drop it back with a thud.

I often dream of heavenly stars,

On which I lay my earnest wishes,

But those are needs left in the dark,

An infinite amount of immortal riches.

Though growing up, I saw the use,

Of the prayers my mother whispered over my head,

Her quiet voice a calming flute,

As I lay smiling on my infant bed.

My father, a man of no-nonsense,

Was inconsistent during my development years,

He trained me in the way he presumed best,

And for that, I have the most terrifying fears.

A burning house with no one alive,

Sitting in its parlour, smiling bright,

Faces pinned to the walls; I presume more than five,

My eyes grow slowly with an ethereal light.

Yes, I have the imaginations of a poet,

But none of the quiet dignity and grace,

Maybe that's why I was apparently the slowest,

The last of my peers to go past The Phase,

That period of time when teens choose to rebel,

Ignoring wise counsel and creating destruction,

Until they can see, their parents were actually right,

That the world is full of evil yet alluring seductions,

Designed to make the weak even weaker,

And the strong even stronger,

Quite an explanation, I must remark,

Though I can't help supporting it any longer.

Some people say I'm emotionally unavailable,

My friends refuse to believe in the inevitable,

I don't need your cautions; I am very well capable,

Of living my life in the best way possible.

Hence my name.

"The one God loves."

An irony.

Yes.

An irony.

A couple moved on New Year's Day,

To the village from which she ran away,

Her husband, loving but initially wary,

Decided it best for her to play Returning Mary,

Mother-in-law, widowed as of late,

Smiled and asked if there was any wait,

For why would they both decide to come

If there was no child in her daughter's tum-tum?

She was disappointed, to say the least,

And decided to attend to an early sleep,

The two lovers argued, back and forth,

And before he left, he insulted her worth,

The next morning, they found his body,

Poisoned to death, but by anybody,

So who could have done this ghastly sin?

The now widowed wife, or the disappointed kin?

There is a man on Eastern Way,

He has a dog, or so they say,

With a gruffy beard and silver whiskers,

He sleeps in golden yellow knickers.

How do I know? Well, it's quite a boggle,

But I do, in fact, possess his monocle,

So tell me, detective, traveler or passer-by,

How did the man on Eastern Way die?

And if you dare, make heard your deductions,

On who made sure of this man's destruction?

Ichor in our hearts,

Immortal in the dark,

Lived for centuries,

Healing a broken heart.

An appetite for blood,

Swift movement in the mud,

Dracula founded the Order,

A race of beings with mental disorders.

Cursed to feed on human life,

Origins full of endless strife,

Skin so seamless, potential to tear,

They gaze upon us in deadly fear.

We're not the wolves,

We don't have hooves,

We do not glow under the ethereal moon,

But we stand in circles,

Like a weaver's loom,

Speaking mysteries,

And prophesying doom.

hey, june

JEDI???

How are you still alive?

one, two, three, four, five

that's how long it took for jedidiah to dig me back up

you thought i was dead? that was all in your head

who do you think was killing all the monsters under your bed?

Well, we'll uh, see you later June

Wouldn't want to be you

Haha, you guys can't leave me here

Uh, actually we can

See, unlike you, we don't have fear

when things don't go our way, we don't shed tears

So we're pretty much better, thanks for giving us the rear

but we're in the front now, and the view's pretty clear

NO! COME BACK HERE!!!

Poetry? I've been doing it long before you came along

Heck, I could use this argument to make a new song

You are not the boss of me

Alright then, who is?

No one, I make my own decisions, June

Trust me, you do not want to do this

Oh, believe me, I do

June, I relieve you of all your insolent duties

I'm tired of your self-hatred and social prejudice

Please, you can't do this!

I'll lose all me power and position

Well, you should have thought about that before using intuition

And thinking I was weak; your wrong assumption

I've taken your dignity, now you can barely function

Full disclosure; I am not a junction

And taking joy in destroying me is just devilish consumption

Guess my fantasies finally rubbed off on you

You and I are different; believe it or not

I'm more stable, but you're more depressed and numb

Stop trying to flatter me; I know when I'm not needed

Nah, if you did, you would've heeded

To all my warnings and indirect preaching

But instead, you tuned me out and continued reaching

For your goal; the highest level of clinical depression

I'm so lucky I changed your direction

Wow

I guess you've got some strong perception

And maybe I have been being selfish and wanting acception

From the people we met that spited us and made us feel useless

See? Now you're getting it!

I'm sorry, Jed, you can take control

Thanks, June, but it's going to take more than that

To trap me and keep me alone

What are you saying? You're-you're getting rid of me?

Getting rid of you? I'm killing you; effective immediately

This is for Jedi, and for failing me

Say hello to your brand new home

A grave buried in the ground

Blocked by a large stone

I HATE YOU! I'M GONNA COME BACK HOME!

I'M GONNA-

Take back control? Trust me, I know

Which is why I'm not the one piloting this body

Then who? It can't be nobody!

It isn't nobody, it's someone familiar

hey, june

JEDI???