Tiptoe, tiptoe through the dark,
waste not a move-move not a muscle,
Make not a sound-Pound your head
With bitter thoughts, bitter tastes in your mouth,
Tiptoe, tiptoe please for there are demons
in my house,
-like a mouse in the kitchen,
Stray to the stairs; quiet now,
Climb those Everest layers,
layers and layers-but do beware,
Emerging from the dark are pale-faced
demons with gagging mouths,
deepened scars point North and vanish South,
horrifying as they restrain you,
With their pointy claws,
Screeching terror at their facial flaws,
yet you do not move or open your mouth,
Tiptoe, tiptoe please,
for there are demons in my house.!
A contest entry
- Bullies - Victim's point of view by Moon Raven.
450 points, ended May 31, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow I really like this piece. It flows so well and the repetition really adds to the mood and feel of this poem. This poem is so rich in literary devises that it really stands out to me. Great job at writting this. It pulls me in from the very begining and holds me to the very end. Love the imagery and metphores. Your poem was quite the treat to read.Thank you for entering.
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Tiptoe.. in your own house!
no way.. shout and get rid of them stupid demons!! They only exist in your head
Bring in the angels dom dey fight em off...
Its a lovely poem...
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