HAUNTED HOUSE(AUDIO POETRY) HAPPY HOLLOWEEN (:

The floors creaked and the halls reeked of many things

And this house knew just what hell this dark could really bring

Drunken silhouettes lined the walls staring blameless straight ahead

Mouthing bad words backwards of everything this house has said

Toy clowns make sounds that only this house could hear

The little girl who lived inside knew

But the others were unaware

Because her eyes saw thing they didn’t

Then the image would disappear

Mom, dad and little girl walked quietly down the halls

Shadows stared pointing fingers

From behind these haunted walls

The air is cold

The wind is strong

Inside this haunted house

The little girl heard every word

But to the visitors

This house stood quiet as a mouse

Mummified tombs

And vacant rooms

Consumed this haunted house

The stench became stronger

Straight from its haunted mouth

And when she tried to warn others that things were not all clear

They looked at her

Patted her head

And brushed her off as weird

The things the walls would tell her

They often cried out loud

She covered her ears

Shook her head real hard

The words were not for a child

I knew the house was black

But the visitors would say…

What a pretty color blue

I looked at them with tainted thoughts

And just pretended everyone else knew

The things this house would tell me

So shaken by its pain

As I got older…

I started to believe everyone but me was sane

I looked at visitors with squinted eyes

Paranoid by their smiles

I made mental notes of each visitor

And planted them in my haunted files

Their evil grins confused me

Like actors, I watched them take their place

While some blended with the walls

It was hard to hide their face

I told this house to leave me

And stop talking in my ear

No matter how hard I tried

The walls I could still hear

We moved and I was so happy

But the wall where still the same

The haunted house had followed me

And I was unprepared for these fucking games

I met the next door neighbor

A boy about my age

I seen the faces peer at me

Beyond his twisted rage

He had something trapped

He held it close

He kept it in a cage

I knew I had to be dreaming

Please turn this FuCking page!!

I asked him what it was

He said his haunted house

But there was nothing in that cage

But just a simple mouse

I couldn’t make him see

What he believed was really their

I looked at him

Shook my head

And brushed him off as weird

We look from different lenses

And it’s hard to find the truth

After meeting this boy

I knew it was time

To do some construction on this haunted roof

It’s frightening to believe that…

I was my haunted house

I silenced the walls

They cannot speak

I WROTE away their mouth

The sun could not penetrate these dark and hollow walls

I try not to answer even when the voices call

Now, the cries are still here

But muffled and not so clear

A lot of the things the house said to me

Was really hard to fucking hear

The meds help tame the thoughts

And the voices from the walls

The house is not that scary

But really very small

The walls are really angry

I suppose because I am FREE

I now know

That this haunted house

All along was really ME