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“The Door That Won’t Stay Closed”

Young Jake wakes up, as he hears his closet door creak
It’s opened once more, and what’s inside is taking a peek.
He rushes to shut it, but he knows it won’t hold for good,
It will always try to come out, as it has since childhood.

He’s boarded it up tight, but it wiggles a way through
He’s hidden it out of sight, but still eternally it grew.

It won’t starve to death, no matter how much it’s ignored
It patiently sits back, waiting for a chance to be adored.
And when that day comes, it’ll enjoy the long-awaited limelight
Relishing that its existence will make them all sick at its sight.
Everyone who thought that they knew him, will realize they don’t.
He’ll hope things will stay the same, but he knows that it won’t.

It will rot slowly in the daylight, ripening as it stews in the open air
Its stench permanently soaked in the nostrils, of anyone who might care.

But for now all he can do, is repeatedly keep the door closed.
Knowing that it’s just a matter of time, till it’s all exposed.
He locks the door again, muffling its cringe inducing sound
And tries not to think of what’ll happen, when it is eventually found.

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“I Am The Only Creature Who Will Ever Love You”

I know sometimes you feel sad, and worry you’ll always be alone
You just want someone to hold you, or to call you on the phone
But if you’re told there’s someone else out there, you gotta know it’s lies
I am the only creature who’ll ever love you, and I hope you realize.

I see you’re about to scoff, and say that what I claim ain’t true
But do you really think you deserve someone GOOD to love you?
I may not actually be a human, but I’m the best you’ll realistically get
And you’re lucky that I would even love you, so you shouldn’t be upset.

While I may not be rich, able to buy you all you want and more,
I make up for it by being stupid, with a personality that’s a bore
And you’d think that something this ugly, would at least be nice
But I’m actually pretty mean, with a demeanor as cold as ice.

Your insecurities will be my puppet strings, upon which I shall yank
You’ll become a shell of your former self, your soul bereft and blank
You’re convinced that you must love me, because why else would you stay?
And you’ll believe no one else would have you, like some sad cliche.

It’s up to you to relinquish, the hopes of having a good relationship,
It’s the only chance I have, for you to fall for my mind game trip.
So, don’t listen to your heart, or that sensible voice in your brain
Just let your low self esteem guide you, even if it feels insane.

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“The World on Display”, a Haiku.

Strolling past the truth,
Parents may try to shield you…
But still, it seeps in.

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“The Little Voice”

Mercy has that Little Voice, the one that lives inside your head
It sneaks out of your brain, and whispers the last thing you want said
All of your fears and doubts, truths that slash you to your core
It never runs out of ammo, since you always feed it more.

It knows you better than most, but it doesn’t know the real you
Even if it’s whispering factual venom, it doesn’t mean it’s true.
You’re never as good or bad as ya are at your best and worst
And That Little Voice is skilled at making you feel eternally cursed.

You give it the power it holds, when you believe it’s vile hissin’
The Voice will say what it says, but you don’t gotta listen.

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Posted 11/6/2012

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“Crack Your Head Open, Let Your Demon Out to Play”

Crack your head open,
Let your demon out to play
They’ve been long a hopin’,
That this could be the day.

So just focus on your demon
Leaving your defenses quite agape
They’ll see that you’re not schemin’
And make their demonic escape.

The demon’ll run and they’ll wander
And you will feel quite at ease
While ya have a relaxing ponder
The demons’ll do as they please.

Soon the demon will be so drowsy,
Cuz’ it gone and tuckered itself all out
Won’t be able to make ya feel lousy
Or filled with regret and doubt.

Let the tired demon back in,
To return to sleep in your head.
Just repeat this process a-gain,
Once in a while until you’re dead.

Posted 3/23/2012

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“The Monster’s Eggs”

IN THE NEAR FUTURE, one of the best occupations to be found
Is “Professional Monster Hunter”, where ya get paid by the pound.
The bigger the vicious Monster, the more money is at stake
Controlling Monster population with legal murder, “for their own sake”.

Young Pete Hastings joins the fun, looking for monster eggs after school
He gets 50 whole cents for each egg he squishes, which is pretty cool.
That’s good money for now, and great training for a career
But as he stepped into the monster’s cave, something felt queer.

The multicoloured monster eggs were laid out, almost as if on display
And while he knew something was wrong, he really “needed” the pay
Plus he just wanted to squash ‘dem fetuses, feel the pop under his shoes,
Pete really loved that sound, and how the amniotic fluid would ooze ^__^

So… he ignored the pungent stench, the aroma of monster in the air,
The unmistakable scent of a Mama Monster, warning “Intruder Beware!”
Out of the shadows came his death, and his skin was tore off like a peel
Later on, Pete was regurgitated… for the hatched monsterlings first meal.

Posted 2/1/2012

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“The Exhaustive Search for Fellow Survivors”

Part 3 in The Ongoing Adventures of Haley Adams, The Last Girl on Earth.

(Click here for Part I, and here for Part II)

Bored with being the “Last Girl on Earth” (and growing increasingly tired of the ever-present infestation of Demons haunting her every move in the shadows), Haley Adams manages to convince herself that she couldn’t POSSIBLY be the only human who is still alive.

So, she dons her nicest scavenged gasmask and her jauntiest pair of goggles, and sets out into the nuclear wastelands to find her fellow survivors. 

“Finally!”, she sighs, “Something interesting to do!”

Since she’s only 9 years old and her parents were mostly preoccupied with dying in the apocalypse, Haley was never taught how to drive… and after several failed attempts at trying to teach herself how to work a stick shift on the family car, she decides she will just be one of those people who enjoy walking great distances.  Who even needs a car these days?!

After only 3 kilometers on her short legs, though, her enthusiasm for the expedition wains and Haley plops down on the curb, having decided that she has earned a break.

While sitting, she can feel the boredom seeping back in, and soon the boredom turns into tiredness and tiredness turns to sleepiness and sleepiness turns into nap time.

Haley wakes up with a start— and finds dozens of hissing, snapping demons staring her right in the face, filling her field of sight.

They all cackle evilly in unison, as their skin boils and bubbles up and rots away layer after layer, dissolving into visions of Haley’s dead family having their orifices widened and excavated by various glistening, moist living fangs that tear her family to shreds, one excruciatingly ripping bite at a time.

A demonic voice sings:
“They eat our entrails and drink our pus
So end their torture, and come with us”

Haley rolls her eyes and sighs… maybe when she was 8 this would have been scary, but she’s 9.  This is more just annoying, really.

She turns around and heads back home, and decides that even if she ISN’T the last human left on Earth, if there is truly anyone else alive they should have the common courtesy to come to her.

Posted 1/28/2012

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Grgrznyk the Demon was finally going to shove it in his dad’s stupid face.

His dad always teased him, taunted him, telling him that he wasn’t Demon enough to kidnap a baby from a crying mother’s desperate clutches— and even if he DID somehow luck into a living baby, he wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it.  Young Demons of today are SOFT!

Well, dammit, Grgrznyk was gonna show his dad what’s what… now, he might not have ripped the baby from a mother’s loving embrace because it seemed overly harsh (opting instead to delicately snag it from its crib), but he got the baby all the same so what does it matter?  Now he just needs to cook it, and… uh…

Crap.  Grgrznyk realizes he has no idea how to cook the baby.  DAMMIT.

And there’s NO WAY he’s gonna call his dad and ask for help… he’d never hear the end of it! 

Maybe he’s supposed to boil it?  It seems like it might work, but he also remembers the baby he ate as a kid having a crispy skin… it wouldn’t be crispy if he boiled it…or… maybe it would?  Does he take the pajamas off?  You’re not supposed to eat that, right?  Or…?  And what about the diaper?

It is kinda weird to have to kill and cook it yourself… seems so simple when he’s eating a juicy slice of baby meat off his dinner plate.  What the heck is he supposed to do first?!

Nothing frustrates Grgrznyk more than proving his dad right, and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let that happen.

But… this baby sure is pretty cute when it’s alive, though… sitting there giggling all precious like…

Dammit!!

Posted 12/5/2011

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CHILDREN! Never let your little feet dangle off of the bed
For dangling feet is the leading cause of killin’ kids dead.
Keep ‘em tight under the covers! For demons lay in wait.
Demons’ll try to trick you to get up, but don’t take the bait.

They’re why you’re afraid of dark, and why you have to go potty
It doesn’t matter how you behave, whether good or real naughty
Nightlights are useless; surviving till morning is the only way
Prayer will never help you; just makes you taste more gourmet.

Parents are their only weakness!  To all else Demons have adapted
If your parents don’t let you sleep in their bed, you’re prolly adopted.
In fact, your parents have likely taken an insurance claim on your life
The lure of big money when you die will kill ya faster than a knife.
Perhaps your parents just want a new kid, so naturally you’ll have to go
Helping a demon eat you is the perfect crime… who would even know?

Everyone you trust will betray you!  But your fate is in your own hands
Those who benefit from your death is endless; the conspiracy expands.
Just don’t give them the opportunity, never give them the chance
Keep your feet under the covers, and on your enemy’s graves you will dance.

Posted 10/22/2011

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(A sequel to “Entertainment After the Apocalypse”, published 7/26/11)

With the old family home videos now ruined and completely overrun and infested with demonic voices and imagery, Haley Adams (The Last Girl on Earth) has taken to recording the silence around her with a cassette tape recorder and playing it back throughout the night to relieve her boredom.

While the tapes first started as just homemade “talk shows” where she pretended to interview other survivors of the apocalypse, upon playback of the recordings she’d often hear voices hidden in the dead air… and they were trying to talk to her.

Most of the time it was demons trying to scare her with heavy breathing and growling, but since she had just survived the apocalypse as only a 9 year old girl, Haley was pretty tough to rattle. 

Every so often, when non-demonic voices from the beyond could dimly be heard on the tapes, Haley would attempt to engage them in conversation… however, the process of recording the dead air, listening back to the hours of tape to find the stray hidden voices mixed in with the static, and then asking a follow-up question was inherently inefficient.

It gave her something to do other than pretend she doesn’t see the red-eyed demons in the shadows, though, so Haley didn’t mind.

Usually, the voices were lost and confused souls who needed to be told that they died in the apocalypse.  Haley relished this task, as it gave her a sense of purpose… something she had struggled with since becoming confident she was the only one who survived.

After several months of the same slow conversations with discombobulated disembodied voices, Haley found herself getting frustratingly bored again.  She absentmindedly hits play on the recording she just made in the children’s morgue, expecting another tedious day of saving souls, when instead she is greeted by the melodic laughter of a young child.

Perking up instantly, Haley takes delight in something new finally happening and listens intently as the distant childish giggling becomes a song— 

“I’m dead I’m dead and you’ll be too
On your family’s souls we chew
Your mother screams in pain each night
Because you chose to survive the blight
Your baby brother is boiled blue
Skinned alive because of you
Die and die and be with us
No more boredom, no more fuss
Hahahahahahahahahahaha….!”

The song and laughter repeats for 90 minutes before the play button POPS up as the tape reaches the end. 

Haley pauses, sighs, and rewinds the tape to use again.

Posted 9/21/2011

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