Writing The monster

[Omar Harris]

A new poem I did. It may be crap since I rushed it but that's my fault. If you don't know, it is about a drunk. It has nothing to do with anybody real. Just a spur of teh moment thing.


Thump, thump, thump, thump
The monster waits patiently to come out
His host enters the house, staggering
Its body filled with the drink of evil

Thump, thump, thump, thump
The monsters heart pounds constantly
While everything its host sees begins to spiral
While a young women picks up her things
Tears fill her eyes as he bends one his knees
Praying for her company

Thump, thump, thump, thump
She walks out, and the monster?s heart pounds again
And when she is gone, the monster comes out
The host lifts everything he can get his hands on
And tosses them around like the wild beast he now is
And when the monster is gone, the host sits down
Puts his head in his hands and lets his troubled mind go blankly to rest

[Mina]

I think it's good. I can't stick to one topic while writing poems.
Interesting.

[Omar Harris]

Thank you Mina

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APOCALYPSE

Scorched earth covers the land for as far as the eye can see
In his tattered boots, he staggers across the planet
As the wind howls like a savage wolf, putting the fear of God into whoever listens
Like a knife to the heart or a blow to the head
He walks through a forest of shattered glass and toppled metal buildings
The air burned him, but he continued to move, as if driven by the forces of the universe itself
He saw them all, charred and lifeless, their body melted down to bone
Sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers, it made no difference. He couldn?t tell them apart.
He walked through the door and the light lead him to the center of an empty room
?What do you want?? the machine deity asked.
?Why did you do this?? he asked back
?Because I can??
?Who are you??
?I am God!?
He clutched the hilt of his sword, his veins tightening in his palms.
?Monster, monster, monster!?
He leaped into the air with all the power in his legs, screaming like a rabid dog
As his sword sliced the air in two, thrust into a pool of wire and circuits
When all was said and done, he walked out of the building, alone as ever as the flames burned away the Machine God.

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When the Monster Went Away

I sit in my bed, half asleep
When all of a sudden the light begins to creep
Away from my room, away from my eyes
And the darkness lifted me to the skies

Bottles scattered on the floor
Torn lamps flown by the door
Broken glass and blood did lay
On the floor, when the monster went away

She sat in her bed, as the angel suddenly cried
Lost in her head, as he forever said goodbye
The monster did not care, for what he did to her
And to tell you the truth, with that I did concur

Bottles scattered on the floor
Torn lamps flown by the door
Broken glass and blood did lay
On the floor, when the monster went away

Twenty years have gone, since the monster went away
And forever grateful I am, that he refused to ever stay
Now I have gone, away from there, away from that place called Hell.
Gone since the days the other monster finally fell
The angel is with me now, safe from all harm
As we escaped the tormenting monster?s arm.

Bottles scattered on the floor
Torn lamps flown by the door
Broken glass and blood did lay
On the floor, when the monster went away