On The Subject of Pennywise
A Poem Inspired By The Work of Stephen King
Alone again.
Alone with the walls
The stale air
And my own mind
My brain
A birthing pool for dozens of hauntings
Ghostly ghouls and ghoulish fiends
Words are floating out of the stream
Of my unconsciousness
Like a thousand red balloons
Attached to a single painted clown
Preying on my worst fears.
Touching,
Multiplying,
And feasting on all.
A mad creature
Born of blackest insanity.
Familiar only to those who cry out
For love in the darkest of night
Just before dawn.
This is a carousel of madness
A depressing merry-go-round
Faster, faster
'Round and 'round it goes!
Distorted tunes ooze
Innocent notes of most sinister intent.
Never stopping, never stopping
Faster, faster, higher, higher
Spinning, never winning
Demons grinning, sinners swimming
Oh gods alive!
What is it for?!
Does anyone hear this dreadful music?!
Shut it off! Shut it off!
The walls are closing in on me!
The ceiling is caving in!
Will no one have mercy on us?
We are the doomed children of the damned
Who never gave our consent in being born
And coexisting with thieves of time, love, and innocence.
We are crying, sobbing, heaving.
We are so afraid of what we see
And beg for you to acknowledge it!
You never do! You never do!
By the Goddess of Moonlight Blessings
You never do!
You caution and foretell
Of the dangers
Of strangers we always knew were coming
But did nothing to help us against those lurking
Within the skins of those we already know!
We know! We know!
By now we fucking know!
And we are no longer afraid!
We are anger!
We are vengeance!
We are a new race of super human!
We are victims no more!
We are your tragedies no longer!
We are righteous!
And we do not stand alone!
We stand together, together, together!
We rage, we burn, we stand
Together!
No longer cracked children
No more tears or broken screams
But bodies united, hand in hand
Brandishing our swords, wielding our shields
A dawning of a new and glorious age
That brings with it the promise
Of a kinder tomorrow
About the Creator
Minna G
An eclectic witchy woman here to hone her craft as a desperate attempt to create some sense out of the maddening chaos that is her own mind.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
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Comments (1)
Loved this! One may be weak alone but when got each other's back, United We stand Strong!!!! ❤🙏