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As children we believed,
that monsters lived under our beds,
ready to gobble us up without a thought.
As young adults we believed,
that nightmares were nothing more
than just bad dreams,
that tugged at the edges of our consciousness,
and made us frightful of the dark.
Yet as adults we learn the truth
that nightmares are not just
monsters under the bed and bad dreams
As adults we know that,
nightmares exist.
They exist in people who are hurt
and people who maim and kill for fun.
So be afraid of the monsters under the bed,
be afraid of the dark and bad dreams,
for they are nothing compared,
to the real nightmare
of the true world.
that monsters lived under our beds,
ready to gobble us up without a thought.
As young adults we believed,
that nightmares were nothing more
than just bad dreams,
that tugged at the edges of our consciousness,
and made us frightful of the dark.
Yet as adults we learn the truth
that nightmares are not just
monsters under the bed and bad dreams
As adults we know that,
nightmares exist.
They exist in people who are hurt
and people who maim and kill for fun.
So be afraid of the monsters under the bed,
be afraid of the dark and bad dreams,
for they are nothing compared,
to the real nightmare
of the true world.
Literature
Once Upon a Nightmare
Once upon a mystery
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
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Little Bird Afraid
I was singing my heart out through all of the tears
Like a bird chirping in sorrow through a waterfall
All of my friends had long since taken to the sky
And with my lungs full of air I sung out one last call
I had spread my wings out as wide as they would go
To show the world there was potential in me
But I was never brave enough to take flight with them
So was unable to become who I was meant to be
Now I will sing my song to the world one last time
In hope that someone just like me will hear my words
May they echo over the mountains and the seas
Until they meet someone’s ear and can be heard
I want to inspire others to live their li
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The Individual
You wear your skin, with mask of sin,
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactIwrite u critique:
I feel that this poem started off strongly and interestingly, but I feel that it lost a lot of its power as it progressed, especially because I knew where it was going.
I would say that this happened at about the "yet as adults" part.
I think the line made us frightful is a weak line. I think you should say afraid made--->>afraid.
The first stanza is very good. I think if you tried to rework the poem with that idea in mind (more minimal, actual situations instead of just telling us what "we believe") it would be much better.
I'd say the weakest part is when you say: who are hurt and people who main and kill for fun."