Skeletons in my closet
There are skeletons in my closet but shhh, it's
a secret.
A big one, a small one,
as huge-as-a-building-one.
They creep and crawl and bang and knock. They whisper come this way.
Be gone I say, not in this time of day, go away.
Bye bye.
There are skeletons in my closet, they eat
not meat but the core of fear, secrets and anguish
when
their hungry.
They whisper and whistle, their voice dry and brittle.
Release us
they'll say from midnight till dawn.
Their teeth chatter together,
the scratch of dry bone. You'll stay there forever!,
I say.
They screech and laugh all night, a shiver rolls down my spine.
Their screeches are worse then the sound of nails against chalkboard.
They crawl and slither, they taunt when I'm bitter
again,
and again.
They're not for showcasing, they will enter your dreams.
They'll give you nightmares of all sorts, what hurts the most,
scares the most.
There are old and new ones, and out of the blue
ones.
Some cackle,
some slither, some are bitter.
Some are restless and awake,
some are quiet and asleep, the sound of downy
flake.
Others are vicious and cruel,
rabid like animals with foam from their mouth, like drool.
There
Are the persuasive ones that like to talk.
Oh! Help me.
The meager skeletons are let out sometimes.
But
it's not a big deal, there's no crime.
Only sometimes
there's no crime.
One skeleton in my closet moans and groans
about how
unfair I am to let him
mourn alone. Can tell no one.
Some skeletons are forgotten over the years of time.
Gone
Just like that, zip zoom zap!, but that's good, that's fine, just fine.
Now there's
One less to keep.
Closet full to the brim,
The skeletons dark and grim.
They all have stories to tell, some satisfying, some not.
Some
haunt me and taunt me. Some even distraught me. Pick one, they say,
to give away.
A dark room, mysterious room,
You-don't-want-to-go-in-there-room.
But there is also laughter and sweetness, a room full of secrets.
Continuing
to live and grow.
This place is unknown for this place you cannot find.
For it's hidden within the depths of my mind.
Mine
If you want to find your closet of skeletons,
Just wait,
and see,
and wait,
and see,
and when you finally see
they'll be there.
took me 4 hours and I want it to be worth it!!! also here's the poem by Philip http://www.theblacksheepdances.com/2010/10/national-poetry-day-philip-gross-poem.html
There are skeletons in my closet but shhh, it's
a secret.
A big one, a small one,
as huge-as-a-building-one.
They creep and crawl and bang and knock. They whisper come this way.
Be gone I say, not in this time of day, go away.
Bye bye.
There are skeletons in my closet, they eat
not meat but the core of fear, secrets and anguish
when
their hungry.
They whisper and whistle, their voice dry and brittle.
Release us
they'll say from midnight till dawn.
Their teeth chatter together,
the scratch of dry bone. You'll stay there forever!,
I say.
They screech and laugh all night, a shiver rolls down my spine.
Their screeches are worse then the sound of nails against chalkboard.
They crawl and slither, they taunt when I'm bitter
again,
and again.
They're not for showcasing, they will enter your dreams.
They'll give you nightmares of all sorts, what hurts the most,
scares the most.
There are old and new ones, and out of the blue
ones.
Some cackle,
some slither, some are bitter.
Some are restless and awake,
some are quiet and asleep, the sound of downy
flake.
Others are vicious and cruel,
rabid like animals with foam from their mouth, like drool.
There
Are the persuasive ones that like to talk.
Oh! Help me.
The meager skeletons are let out sometimes.
But
it's not a big deal, there's no crime.
Only sometimes
there's no crime.
One skeleton in my closet moans and groans
about how
unfair I am to let him
mourn alone. Can tell no one.
Some skeletons are forgotten over the years of time.
Gone
Just like that, zip zoom zap!, but that's good, that's fine, just fine.
Now there's
One less to keep.
Closet full to the brim,
The skeletons dark and grim.
They all have stories to tell, some satisfying, some not.
Some
haunt me and taunt me. Some even distraught me. Pick one, they say,
to give away.
A dark room, mysterious room,
You-don't-want-to-go-in-there-room.
But there is also laughter and sweetness, a room full of secrets.
Continuing
to live and grow.
This place is unknown for this place you cannot find.
For it's hidden within the depths of my mind.
Mine
If you want to find your closet of skeletons,
Just wait,
and see,
and wait,
and see,
and when you finally see
they'll be there.
took me 4 hours and I want it to be worth it!!! also here's the poem by Philip http://www.theblacksheepdances.com/2010/10/national-poetry-day-philip-gross-poem.html