Horrifically Good Poetry

(Hopefully...)

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Requests Have Been Closed For Years - *sakurai voice* Never ask me for anything ever again.

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[horrortry]

Porridge

Porridge, porridge.

It’s all that I eat.

I eat from my head right down to my feet.

“Why do I do this?”, you may ask in surprise.

It’s simple! I will become a disguise!

Well, you are what you eat. Or that’s what they say,

Yet try as I might, my plan will not play.

And I’m stuck in the fray,

Eating porridge all day.

But wait! It is working!

It’s my lucky day!

My feet to my head, my head to my feet.

All I ate had been porridge, that’s all that I eat.

Now my feet are not feet and my head isn’t there.

All I see are some feet, but they’re not mine, I swear!

They’re furry and brown, so I think it’s a bear...

And now it’s just... OW!

“Stop right now! Let me go! Put me down, I say!

A bear shouldn’t treat a person such way!”

But it cannot hear me, and I realize why.

I’m not a person, but food, and I’m going to die.

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The Bedtime Encounter

It sneaked

And it slunk

And it slid all around

In the darkness and shadow

It made not a sound

‘Round the bend of a corner

And under the door

It went in my bedroom

It came in while I snored

It climbed onto the bed

And I opened my eyes

But I woke up too late

To an unpleasant surprise

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Please

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Please

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P L E A S E

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Please

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PLEASE

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It’s been empty for days y'all

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“Time to write a poem,” I say, “But of what? I don’t know what to write about.”

Suddenly, I feel a rush engulf my head. It makes me dizzy, yet inspired.

But...

The ideas won’t stop rushing in.

My head...

It hurts.

I keep feeling the rush of creativity, and now it’s slowly spreading through my veins.

It soon reaches the very core of my being.

With that, an explosive burst pushes me to the ground.

My head aches, as the rest of my body does as well.

I am frustrated. Ideas are pouring into me, but I can’t do anything about it,

for I feel so weak.

I can’t move, lest my form tense up in pain.

I’m stuck lying on the ground in agony,

Horrified by my own body’s inspiration.

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My name is Suzy,

and I’m eight years old.

I don’t know how to swim yet.

I’ve never been told.

But, boy, I wish to swim

In the big kiddie pool.

So I’m diving right in!

Does that make me a fool?

I go up the steps

To the slide I do race

From which I slide down

Water splashing my face.

I move and I shimmy

In the depths below,

But, oops, I can’t swim.

Oh, dear me! Oh gosh no!

I paddle and push

Just as much as I can.

I go hold my breath,

But with how small I am...

The pool is so big...

I hope someone saves me.

I wish I just knew how to swim.

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I sit at the dinner table.

Supper has already been placed upon it,

Yet there is nearly not enough food.

“Servant!” I yell, “Please bring me more food!”

He does so, but only a grain more of rice is evident.

“Could I please have some more over here?” I ask politely, hoping that being nice would get more food.

“Certainly, Your Majesty,” he replies curtly.

He brings tons of food, and won’t stop.

I go to ask him, but he scoops a big pile of food in front of me, disallowing my speech.

Rice is soon going up my nose, keeping me from breathing.

“Help!” I yell out, but my faithful servant cannot hear me through the heaping piles of food.

I try to gasp out another plea for assistance, but I am unable.

I can no longer breathe, and I am being engulfed in my own supper.

Then all

Turns

Black.

[horrortry]

I am making a quiche in my oven,

But oh, am I tired.

I need a nap.

...

...

...

Time to wake up.

Oh my, what is that smell?

It smells horrible! It smells smoky!

I look inside the oven, to see the quiche burnt and aflame.

I feel something in my eyes.

I can’t see! It’s so hot!

My eyes... they’re on fire!

My body feels like it’s on fire, too!

I hear the crackling blaze roar louder.

My hair burns like hay,

My form, melting in pain with every crackle.

Everything surrounding me is alight.

I cannot escape.

[horrortry]

My arms hurt.

My legs hurt.

My eyes feel heavy.

I don’t want to move,

But I must get things done.

I feel so heavy...

Everywhere.

[horrortry]

The snow.

It builds up, sending chills down my back.

It keeps rising.

I am covered neck-down in snow.

What is making all of this?

I try to trudge back inside,

But the snow is too packed to move.

Immobilized, all I can do

Is stand there

And freeze

As the snow

Begins to drown me.

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Lying limp on the soil.

Life is only toil;

Unable to do anything.

Stuck.

I see something red

With eyes that look dead.

It is tall, and is shambling towards me.

No, I can’t run,

‘Cause I’m the only one

Of which I know cannot move.

I’ve been like this the whole time,

Eating berries and nuts,

Surviving on whatever was brought me.

As I stare at it so,

It stares back at me, though,

I see not a soul in its face.

As it moves closer to me,

It’s as if it sees through me,

And it slashes me quick with much grace.

[horrortry]

I cannot breathe within the sea of watchful eyes.

They taunt and heckle, judging my every action.

I am frozen, unable to move.

My legs create a crunching noise beneath me, but I cannot look to see what has occurred.

I fall onto the wooden floor like a ragdoll.

They're coming in closer.

All I feel now is anguish and excruciating pain.

Please help me.

[horrortry]

They await me.

I cannot stop them.

They trample;

They run towards me.

I cannot escape them,

For they are much faster than me.

And I know deep in my soul,

No one else is here.

I cannot be saved.