The Moment

One moment in time did change my life,

What once was peace, now is strife.

Am I alive or am I dead?

Why do these drums beat in my head?

My mom and bro are by my side,

Telling me about my wild ride.

I did just escape from death,

For a time, I held no breath.

A bright light did guide my way,

But my Gran said I could not stay.

There was more for me down here,

And there was nothing for me to fear.

She said I would not die,

And that I should not cry.

I would return to her someday,

But that day was far away.

For now, I must return below,

Where I could learn and grow.

I know now that it is true,

The world is bigger than me and you.

From that moment, I live each day,

Knowing it could all go away.

Live each moment like it’s your last,

Enjoy your life and have a blast.

The Witch

Finally, able to close my eyes tight,

I’d managed to survive to see daylight.

Last night was ruled by goblin and ghost.

The whole land was overtaken by an evil host.

Halloween used to be a time for fun,

Now, it’s a time to scream and run.

Many a fateful year ago,

A wicked witch put on a show.

At first, she wasn’t all that mean,

Then she was taunted by every teen.

She cast a spell over this town,

That begins on Halloween, at sundown.

Each teenager becomes a huge beast,

Hungering for flesh to make their feast.

Though the spell lasts but one night,

It’s enough to cause a fright.

The body count, last night, was small,

Just three more bodies killed in all.

As morning light turns into day,

We who survived begin to pray,

That next year we break this spell,

And send that witch back to hell.

The Hunter

The bat fluttered through the sky,

In a blink, gone from my eye.

A shadow broke away from the wall,

The vampire stood over six feet tall.

With looks and swagger, he stalked the night,

He used his charm, he did not fight.

Many women and some men,

Became victims in his den.

He used them for sex and for food,

Depending on his whim and his mood.

A hunter appeared one October night,

Looking to end the vampire blight.

The hunter lured him to a place,

Where he could see the vampire’s face.

He looked the vampire in the eye,

And told him that he would soon die.

The vampire could not charm this man,

So, he tried a different plan.

He tried to turn, he tried to run,

But his long-lived life was done.

A wooden stake thrown like a dart,

Hit the vampire right in the heart.

Another town safe at last,

The hunter’s fame growing fast.

My Sister

For a brother, a sister can be,

A blessing and a curse you see.

A sister picks on you, that’s true,

But she’ll always be there for you.

Growing up we’d fight and play,

Annoying each other all day.

But anytime I’d fall in the dirt,

She’d check to see if I’d been hurt.

There have been times we’d barely talk,

When one came in, the other would walk.

Then one day I got sick,

By my side, my sis would stick.

Day and night, she was there,

Showing me that she did care.

My sister has turned eighteen years,

She’ll leave soon amidst many tears.

California is where she’ll go,

College life is what she’ll know.

I will miss her very much,

I hope we always keep in touch.

Whether times are good or something’s amiss,

With all my heart, I love you, Sis.

The Clown

A long time ago on Halloween night,

A villain decided to blot out the light.

Many fell with a slash of his knife,

Starting with a farmer and his young wife.

Next was a stranger, just walking by,

Not knowing that this was his night to die.

The villain then wandered into the town,

Dressed like a smiling, happy clown.

Trick or treaters ran by him, like a live flood,

Never noticing that he was covered in blood.

The clown’s death toll now stood at eight,

He continued to hide, continued to wait.

The police were now aware of this clown,

The deputies searched all over town.

The finally found him, perched on his twelfth kill,

They drew guns and shot him, firing at will.

Dozens of bullets hit their marks,

The clown just smiled his eyes like twin sparks.

Riddled with bullets, yet still standing strong,

The deputies now knew that something was wrong.

The clown charged at them, wielding his knife,

Every deputy fell, empty of life.

The clown was covered in blood, head to toe,

Never have we seen such a villainous foe.

He turned to go up the next street,

But then there came the thundering of feet.

A mob turned the corner and stared at the clown,

He slashed with his knife, he would not back down.

According to legend, I tell you this day,

The mob was all children, not one hair was grey.

The clown’s grin widened, as he faced them down,

The children never wavered as they charged the clown.

The children were armed as if going to war,

The clown’s laugh was gleeful as he started his chore.

He slashed, and he killed as the children came near,

Never once showing the least bit of fear.

The children continued to stab at their foe,

The clown started to weaken, his arms moving slow.

Though he was weaker, the clown still wielded his knife,

Each swing of his arm ended a life.

The situation began to look quite dire,

Until one small boy lit the clown on fire.

The fire burned him right down to his core,

With a bright flash of light, the clown was no more.

They lifted the boy and began to cheer,

Shouting his name for all to hear.

The boy never sought to accomplish this feat,

He only wanted some candy to eat.

When he left his house all he’d want to do,

Was to go trick or treating with a friend or two.

Bond of Brothers

A brother can be good or bad,

Having two can drive you mad.

But I would never say,

That I want them to go away.

Fun and games all day long,

Banding together if things go wrong.

That is what brothers do,

I can surely say that’s true.

I won’t say we never fight,

But the brother bond is very tight.

We can fight with each other,

But don’t you dare touch my brother.

As days and months turn into years,

And we leave behind childhood fears.

When toys are gone, and life is the game,

Our brother bond will be the same.

The Spider’s Web

The spider’s web stuck to my skin,

But the fear, I would not let in.

A hundred eyes stared at me,

I tried to run but could not flee.

The web held me, stuck in place,

As the spider crawled towards my face.

I’ve never seen a spider so large,

Nearly as big as a fishing barge.

It’s venomous fangs, three feet long,

Eight hairy legs muscled and strong.

Then a noise caused me to shake,

My alarm buzzed, and I did wake.

It was a dream, I’m safe in my bed,

Halloween thoughts drifting through my head.

Internet Friends

Internet friends can be quite nice,

Wit and wisdom and sage advice.

Friends from all around the world,

Time zones though make my head whirl.

Some say the friendships are not true,

But without them, I’d be blue.

I talk to them every night,

We always laugh, rarely fight.

Their friendships I know are real,

Within my heart that I feel.

Our late-night talks are quite fun,

Laughs and jokes are never done.

All in all, I want to say,

I hope they never go away.

Real or internet, a friend is a friend,

And I love my friends until the end.

Here in New England

The frost crackled under my feet,

What a change from summer’s heat.

The leaves are falling from the trees,

Drifting slowly on autumn’s breeze.

Winter’s chill will soon be here,

Bringing snow and Christmas cheer.

Next comes spring and the rain,

Washing away the cold, icy pain.

Summer comes back once again,

Like a favorite, lifelong friend.

Round and round the seasons go,

Here in New England they put on a show.

The Monster in My Head

There’s a monster in my head,

It killed my cat, my loyal Fred.

Soon, all the local neighbor pets,

Disappear just like casino bets.

My neighbors have blamed only me,

But it’s the monster they cannot see.

I tried to tell them to run away,

Before the monster comes out to play.

They thought they’d caught the guilty foe,

So, they didn’t turn and go.

They yelled and pushed, scaring me,

I closed my eyes, let the monster free.

The room grew quiet as a mouse,

My eyes opened to a bloody house.

All my friends, dead at my feet,

My hands covered in bloody heat.

They were right, but they should have fled,

It was always me, the monster in my head.