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“Monsters Can Cry Too”

Just because he’s big and strong, he can still be glum
Monsters have feelings too, no matter how fearsome.
His heart beats the same as ours; just fueled by murderous glee
Their lives have the same ups and downs and bouts of melancholy.

The Monster is already ashamed, he doesn’t need your scorn
He simply wishes everyone was dead and that he was never born.
While he’ll take that back later, of course, for now it feels true.
His heart is filled with sorrow and he doesn’t know what to do.

His tears don’t make him weak or less of a savage beast
Soon he’ll be back on top and having a human baby feast.
Don’t try to make him feel better, there’s nothing you can say.
For now the Monster cries… and that is quite okay.

Originally Posted 9/2/2011

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“They’re All Just Gonna Laugh At You”

It doesn’t really matter what you say or do,
Since they’re all just gonna laugh at you.
You’re the living punchline to their neverending joke,
A festering wound that they incessantly poke.

Crying into his pillow, he asks himself why?
And would it be easier if he just let himself die?
It’s not what he wants but it has to be better than this
Constantly being laughed at is not something he’d miss.

Perhaps in a past life he committed some heinous crime
So he’s cursed to be miserable until the end of time
He’s definitely sorry for whatever he had did,
To earn this life sentence as a sad n’ miserable kid :-/

Waking up in the morning, he slowly gets ready for school
Steeling himself for the daily ritual of being made into a fool.
The now feels like forever, the endless jokes at his expense
He can only hope that someday it all makes some sort of sense.

Posted 7/11/2012

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Little Esmeralda Martinez has been “better” since her “Birthday Massacre*”, as the callous media dubbed it. She’s undergone electro-shock therapy, hypnotherapy, counseling, and takes a daily cocktail of lithium, xanax, and clozapine. Her ghost twin Susie (who died at childbirth and has been haunting Esmeralda for her entire life) stopped appearing, and life had returned back to normal.

All was well, until one night Esmeralda’s parents threw a dinner party for friends and family. Susie makes poor Esmeralda grab her father’s surgical scalpel and scuttle across the floor, slashing every guest’s Achilles tendon… totally ruining the party!

Susie cackles with glee as a dazed Esmeralda passes out in the seeping puddles of blood, unaware of what she did.

[ *Previously Seen Here: http://thedailydoodles.tumblr.com/post/1623555762/susie-did-it ]

Originally Posted: 12/14/2010

Young Bill Walker just lost the only pet (and friend) he ever knew, and he missed his kitty Abigail dearly.  So, he left his tape recorder running all night to hopefully record her purring and meows from beyond the grave.

Bill sits at the edge of his bed for hours, playing and rewinding his mini-recorder over and over and over.  Tiny, distant “meows” pepper the audio; each quiet murmur giving poor Bill pangs of comfort and sadness.

He becomes obsessed, playing it at every free moment.  He’d even sleep with the headphones on.

One morning, he woke up and realized that he had rolled over on the record button and taped over the EVP.  He tried again and again to recreate the meows, but never could.

Legend has it that Abigail taped over the recording herself, to help Bill move on.  It isn’t healthy to dwell upon the past so much.

Originally Posted 11/30/2010

Little Esmeralda Martinez has been “better” since her “Birthday Massacre*”, as the callous media dubbed it. She’s undergone electro-shock therapy, hypnotherapy, counseling, and takes a daily cocktail of lithium, xanax, and clozapine. Her ghost twin Susie (who died at childbirth and has been haunting Esmeralda for her entire life) stopped appearing, and life had returned back to normal.

All was well, until one night Esmeralda’s parents threw a dinner party for friends and family. Susie makes poor Esmeralda grab her father’s surgical scalpel and scuttle across the floor, slashing every guest’s Achilles tendon… totally ruining the party!

Susie cackles with glee as a dazed Esmeralda passes out in the seeping puddles of blood, unaware of what she did.

[ *Previously Seen Here: http://thedailydoodles.tumblr.com/post/1623555762/susie-did-it ]

Young Bill Walker just lost the only pet (and friend) he ever knew, and he missed his kitty Abigail dearly.  So, he left his tape recorder running all night to hopefully record her purring and meows from beyond the grave.

Bill sits at the edge of his bed for hours, playing and rewinding his mini-recorder over and over and over.  Tiny, distant “meows” pepper the audio; each quiet murmur giving poor Bill pangs of comfort and sadness.

He becomes obsessed, playing it at every free moment.  He’d even sleep with the headphones on.

One morning, he woke up and realized that he had rolled over on the record button and taped over the EVP.  He tried again and again to recreate the meows, but never could.

Legend has it that Abigail taped over the recording herself, to help Bill move on.  It isn’t healthy to dwell upon the past so much.

Posted 11/30/2010

Little Esmeralda Martinez was as cute and precocious a little girl as one could ever hope to meet… but she had a horrible secret she kept from her parents: She was being haunted by “Susie”, her older twin sister who died at child birth.

Susie can be pushy sometimes, always wanting to play, keeping Esmeralda from her school work or sleep. Sometimes she would act out, knocking over a vase or leaving water running, getting poor Esmeralda in trouble. She would try to explain that it was Susie, but her parents never listened.

But this time, Susie went too far…

Esmeralda dressed up as a princess to celebrate her 5th birthday, and her parents invited over every kid in the neighborhood. They even had cake and ice cream, making it the best party ever.

Susie, jealous to see her living twin experience a party she would never know, got mad…

MEAN mad.

Originally Posted: 11/11/2010

Early on in their relationship, long before the marriage troubles that plague them today, Wayne the Ghost did not fully realize a warning sign that would have clued him in to the problems that would later develop.

Deep into a long telephone conversation with his future wife, Isabella the Ghost, Wayne tells her a story— a personal story, one that he has never told anyone else before… a story that he has never even said out loud to himself. His voice trembles as he chokes out the words.

Isabella, not listening, interrupts and says “OH! You won’t believe what Liz did earlier—” and goes on to recount a long and boring third hand story.

Wayne and Isabella, neither a good match for the other, had plenty of chances to realize this well in advance.

Originally Posted: 10/29/2010

Xantar the Murderous Cyclops climbs atop the tallest mountaintop, and sits and stares at the stars twinkling in the night sky… far away from any light pollution, city noise, or people.

Xantar’s mind wanders, and he wonders if perhaps that special lady or that special best friend is out there looking at the same stars he is.

Somewhere. Somehow.

Some way.

Xantar also hopes that he didn’t already murder them. 

He’s kinda done that a lot.

Originally Posted: 10/26/2010

Ernie Simmons lays in his bed, waiting for death to overtake him. As his brain slowly shuts down, random memories flash before him…

His first born son dying in a flood, watching his best friend die right next to him waistdeep in the mud, burying wife number three (always his favorite wife) when the cancer took her, losing his job and his house, spending his last years on Earth friendless, family-less, and alone… horrible memories all, but nothing Ernie could regret. It was what it was.

But his last thought weighs heavy… 63 years ago, while buying shorts at Target, he came across a “What’s Up Dogg?” t-shirt. For some ludicrous, illogical reason that has been lost to the sands of time, Ernie didn’t buy this shirt.

And it has haunted him to his grave.

Originally Posted: 10/21/2010