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MonstersI know now that there are monsters
Everywhere you turn,
That they aren't just stories
Made up to scare your young.
They lurk in your cities,
In your schools, towns, and homes
Just hiding somewhere dark
Ready to steal your soul.
They feed off emotion,
The negative kind.
Anger, jealousy, hatred, betrayal,
That's the kind of feast they like.
They spark up a fight and before you know it the monsters inside.
It gets into your brain
That was its plan from the start.
To get inside a human,
To deceive it's naive heart
Now you seem surprised,
You must question my health?
Maybe you should.
But we all hear about the monsters under our beds,
But the things we fail to notice is the monsters in our heads.
The Suicide ButterflyShe danced and she flew where the wind took her.
Happy was she until the day she wasn't.
You threw rocks in her path along the winding way.
You poured water on her wings so much so she couldn't fly away.
Now her soul, her heart, has nowhere to go.
She longs for the sky but has no way to get there.
So she falls and she falls off of a ledge.
The little suicide butterfly so lovely in death.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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