Stole my breath,
With a kiss,
Claimed the body,
In caresses,
Silenced my heart,
With a glance.
Visited my neighbors,
And my friends.
Left me signs,
Of impending visit.
Oblivious I was,
Until he knocked,
On my door,
To own my soul.
©random_nandy
#neighbors
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random_nandy 13w
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ciara1 28w
The Abandoned House Up The Block
Sitting there in wonder waiting on the bus in the dark night,
who were the people that lived here in this terrible sight?
The house is empty and the windows are silled,
the house is now at a stand still.
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more I can say.
Through these broken glasses, and walls blow the dreary and sharp:
They are all gone away,
Nor is there no one today
To speak to them about the good or bad:
There is nothing more I can say.
Why is then we go astray?
I wonder where they stay,
They are all gone away.
Why do kids come here to play?
For them has left this house is wasted skill:
There is nothing more I can say.
Pondering and asking my mother who was the people whom lived in that abandoned house a block away?
Why are you sitting by an abandon house anyway?
But when I always sit there, I pray.
You better pray somewhere else before you get taken away.
But mother, whose going to snatch a grown woman away if I stay?
It doesn't matter if you are grown or a child's play,
They go come and snatch you away.
Whose coming to snatch me away?
They say, that abandoned house a block away is cursed by spirits in everyway.
I don't believe in spirits, and who is they?
Our neighbor Tammy and some other neighborhood said.
Well I don't believe in what other people say.
Who did they say who lived in that place?
They say, a man and a woman lived there and both was killed there.
How were those poor people killed that stayed?
They say, the man killed his wife and shot himself in the face.
Were these people black folks who lived in that place they say?
Yeah, and your uncle say, he sat there one time in the day,
And he felt something hard touch his back, he say, it felt something was trying to pull him in that place,
But as he turned around he did not see no one and he walked away.
That abandoned house up the block has been boarded up 30 years til this day.
Well that was why I thought I heard shrilling noises in that place,
It was probably there spirits wandering around in the day.
Seeing that house is ruined and decayed
In the House up the Block
They are all gone away, faded away, decayed away and moved away to an evil space,
There is nothing more I can say.
©ciara1 -
Neighbors
My new neighbour (bumps into me) : hey I am your neighbor. what do you do?
Me : breathe -
O Good Morning
Love thy neighbors
As God love you
©hanibletheone -
kenya_alexander 82w
#Read... There are so many children around the world that is overlooked, that is mistreated, that is neglected, and go unnoticed. Instead of being treated as human some are treated as animals. What is really upsetting is when one volunteers to be a guardian of a children, but mistreats them instead. Why!? Children need the same respect as adults. I encourage anyone, if you see a child that needs to be spoken up for, to please make it your responsibility to do so. Don't look at the situation as if the child is not your child so it's none of your business. A child being mistreated is everyone's business. #Parents #fosterparents #guardians #courtsystems #teachers#neighbors #socialworkers #family #makethemyourbusiness #facebook @kenyaalexander #instagram @kenyaalexander31 #mirakee @kenya_alexander @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @wordporn @writerscommunity_ #spokenword #poetry #poems #quotes #realitywriting #children #childsupport
Child support
Children are not slaves
They are not toys
They are meant to meet the needs of sick fantasies.
They are not here to be humiliated
They are human
Their health matters
They have hearts
Their feelings are important
They have a voice
Listen
Let them speak
Let them be heard
Up lift them
Let them know that they are important
Love them
©kenya_alexander -
kenya_alexander 89w
#Read... There are so many children around the world that is overlooked, that is mistreated, that is neglected, and go unnoticed. Instead of being treated as human some are treated as animals. What is really upsetting is when one volunteers to be a guardian of a children, but mistreats them instead. Why!? Children need the same respect as adults. I encourage anyone, if you see a child that needs to be spoken up for, to please make it your responsibility to do so. Don't look at the situation as if the child is not your child so it's none of your business. A child being mistreated is everyone's business. #Parents #fosterparents #guardians #courtsystems #teachers#neighbors #socialworkers #family #makethemyourbusiness #facebook @kenyaalexander #instagram @kenyaalexander31 #mirakee @kenya_alexander @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @wordporn @writerscommunity_ #spokenword #poetry #poems #quotes #realitywriting #children #childsupport
Child support
Children are not slaves
They are not toys
They are meant to meet the needs of sick fantasies.
They are not here to be humiliated
They are human
Their health matters
They have hearts
Their feelings are important
They have a voice
Listen
Let them speak
Let them be heard
Up lift them
Let them know that they are important
Love them
©kenya_alexander -
luci_the_bleeding_poet 128w
Warning: this is a dark, graphic, but honest look at domestic violence , it's results, and the responsibilities we have to protect whom we can if only we would learn what it is to be friends, neighbors, a community again.
It is written in a way unique to my style of writing. As you will see, thr rhyming verses are set apart, and this is done to create a division. The first half of each rhyming verse is how the subjects of the poem want to be/are perceived by the outside world, anyone from strangers to the mailman all the way to close friends and family. The second half is, as you may have guessed, what the reality of their life is, what happens behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.
As the poem continues, you will notice that the reality begins to draw closer to the facade and eventually they merge completely.
I hope that everyone enjoys it, but more importantly that maybe it can help someone suffering in their life. Love and light to all
#abuse
#danger
#truth
#savealife
#stopabuse
#justiceforall
#poetry
#hardtruths
#domesticviolence
#domesticabuse
#family
#neighbors
#love
@mirakee @writersnetworkThe Darkside of the Light
A world full of color, bright as day, no gloomy skies
Dark clouds threatening rain, a storm
brewing, dreary days black as their nights
Birds chirp merrily and music plays, smiles seen on faces all around
Crows caw-cawing, dirges droning, as
rains come pouring down
Laughter lightens every room, and happy days are endless here
Cries and screams echoing off the walls,
a family secretly living in fear
Hand in hand, lovers dance, swirling, twirling with delight
Thrown and battered, degraded, cheated,
every day ends in a fight
Excitement fills her, anticipating, she can't wait till he gets home
Praying maybe, just this once, tonight
he will leave them all alone
Happy mother, father, son, daughter, happy family one and all
Anxious, scared, in danger, tell the
doctors it was just a fall
Sparkling eyes, bright smiles as friends visit them from time to time
Empty Smiles, dead eyes glistening from
tears hiding every awful crime
Sweet, wholesome family, if only everyone could have their luck
Angry, twisted, hurting, lying, in a
dangerous human storm forever stuck
Smiles fading, waning, faltering, the facade falls apart at the seams
Reality of life behind closed doors merges
with carefully constructed scenes
Broken home, broken family, devastated community that day
When the walls that hid too long dark secrets finally fell away
They laid her with her children that she had protected till the end
On her tombstone, "Loving mother, beloved sister, cherished daughter, adored friend."
The hearts broke of an entire city today when the smaller caskets went down
How could this have happened, how did not one person know in this wretched town?
They put him in a box, too, with concrete walls, TV, three hot meals a day.
When will we stop and see their truth, when will escape for them be a better way?
Just because a smile adorns a face does not mean it's truth they tell
It's time to change the world and let everyone escape alive from their endless hell
No more secrets, no more lies. Do you see what hiding violence has wrought?
A family lays six feet down tonight because To Love Thy neighbor we forgot.
©luciferdemonknight -
paulwrites 140w
#vampireboysofsummer #vampires #serial #serialnovel #paranormal #highschool #YA #sliceoflife #youngadult #romance #adventure #writersnetwork #fiction #novels #neighbors
Ep. 5: Puzzle Freak
The first thing I noticed as I stepped from my yard into theirs was the absence of noise. It was like I had stepped into a vacuum, where even sound was afraid of being this close to vampires. I couldn’t hear the light breeze through the trees, though I could see them swaying. No birds, no creature made a sound on this property, and I have to admit it made me a little nervous.
Still, I went up the front porch steps and raised my hand to knock. I hesitated, wondering what I thought I was doing. I had just gotten home from school. What little make up I started the day off with was now gone, my hair was a mess, and I was in jeans and t-shirt; not exactly following the ‘how to meet hot guys’ guidelines. I shrugged and knocked anyway. For a moment it didn’t make a sound, and I thought maybe I should just give this up, but then I heard the noise of my knuckles rapping the door. No matter that it came about thirty seconds after I actually knocked. I listened close, hoping to hear footsteps or a voice telling me, “wait a minute, I’m coming.” Anything to tell me there were no vampires here; that I had been wrong. But no one came. I debated whether to knock louder, and in the end I decided to try the door handle myself.
I put my hand on the door and it was ice cold. Perhaps the AC was running overtime in there, but I didn’t think so. There were no window units and I didn’t see central air units outside anywhere. I tried the knob but it was locked. I decided to go around back, maybe knock there.
The backyard was spacious with a concrete patio and in-ground pool. A row of hedges lined a back fence that separated our properties, but the shrubs were barren, and sure enough I could see mom lying out in her bikini in our back yard. I could tell by the rise and fall of her breasts that she had fallen asleep as usual. Part of me wanted to scream her name just to see how drunk she was, but before I could I saw I wasn’t alone on this side of the hedge. A man was sitting at a glass topped table on the patio working a jigsaw puzzle. A large umbrella was mounted in the center of the table, shielding him from the bulk of the sun’s rays. He didn’t seem to notice me at first, but when he did, his head came up so slow it made me think of those old automaton gypsy fortune telling machines they had at the fair when I was like nine. He stared at me with a curious look, his eyes dark and intense, half hidden by stringy black hair that hung down in his face. He tilted his head one way and then the other, before beckoning me to him. My head was screaming not to do it, but something bolder inside made me approach his table. He held up a puzzle piece and handed it towards me as if he wanted me to place it for him. His smooth pale skin made him seem almost unnatural, and I hesitated. With an impatient jerk of his hand he shoved the piece at me. I took it from him and looked down at the puzzle he was working on.
It was bizarre, like something out of a nightmare. The unfinished image clearly suggested a view of hell, with writhing, tormented bodies, some entwined in reckless abandon, others twisting in the talons of demonic figures. At the center, a tall dark presence drank the blood of several people at once, all of them held fast in his gaze and grip. Where the puzzle piece was missing there was a young girl about the same age as myself . Her body was turned towards the terrifying figure, and she must have been looking up at him rapturously, but she didn’t have a head. It was the missing piece.
I looked in my hand and turned it over. Sure enough, the piece I held was the girl’s head, and looking at it I saw in her eyes a look of adoration and helplessness. I looked at the man behind the card table. His Asian eyes held no malice, but something within told me this guy did not wish good things to befall me. A slight sneer crossed his thin lips. His mouth began to open. He made a sound in his throat but it wasn’t speech. It was a guttural kind of moan and his lips seemed to curl back to show me the only teeth he had were two pairs of fangs. His sneer turned into the scariest smile I had ever seen. I dropped the puzzle piece and bolted.
I ran across the yard and to my front door as if the devil were on my heels. I didn’t even bother with my book bag. I slammed the door behind me and threw the deadlock in place. I kept waiting to hear the man’s body slam into the solid oak of the doorframe, but he never did. I wasn’t even sure if he got up from the table. I didn’t care to look back. I’d been too freaked out.
I went through the dining room towards the back of the house. Looking out onto our patio, I saw mom was still sleeping one off. The guy next door was nowhere to be seen, but his macabre puzzle was still on the table. Thinking he was on his way over, I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room; my dad’s vampire kit laid out and open on the bed. If anyone came through that door they were going to get hit with a one two punch of holy water and wooden stake. But no one came. I sat on the bed as the night began to fall. I heard mom come in and rumble around in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if she was fixing dinner or a new drink, but I wasn’t about to come out my room to find out. I was waiting for pitch dark so I could go stake that puzzle working, blood sucking freak.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Vampire Boys Of Summer by Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.Vampire Boys Of Summer 5
Puzzle Freak -
dog poop
all i know about my
neighbors
is their dog's poop on my lawn
for all i know
they are dog poop
sticking to my shoe
and stinking
i scrape and scrape
but they won't go away
©vesperwunderlin -
roxanne23 151w
Sarhad
Chalo sarhad ke uss paar chalte hai
Vo ko kabhi tha apna
Aaj paraya mulk,
Vaha yaar chalte hai
Sadiyon se Jo ek tha
Jo sadiyon pehle bat Gaya
Aane wala Kal alag
Beeta hua Kal ek tha
Chalo sarhad ke uss paar chalte hai
Ek hi boli, Rang Roop bhi ek
Jisse janm liya vo kokh bhi ek
Bas Fark hai to itna ki
Yahan Bhai vahan bhaijaan hai
Chalo na sarhad ke uss paar chalte hai
©roxanne23 -
runielicious 152w
NEIGHBOURS
They don't talk
They don't help
But they gossip and complain
©runielicious -
grim_lyssa 163w
Drip Drop, Drip Drop
On my roof,
Am I safe inside?
Who knew?
So I walked out
In the freezing rain.
Drenched, and the neighbors
Said I was insane.
I laughed out loud,
Then closed my eyes.
Then something strange
Happened in the sky.
It was raining all around,
But on my head no raindrop could be found.
I once was cold,
But now I'm warm.
Protected by an invisible roof,
In this winter storm.
I knew you were there,
My Lord, Most High.
This is why I
Bowed my head and cried.
How lucky for me
The one insane,
To have you as my roof
Even in the pouring rain
©grim_lyssa