Freak In The Night

The table keeps rattling with no single sign

The phone keeps on ringing with no one on the line

The mirror has people staring through it

The light is on with the bulb not lit

The cackle from the window gives only a whine

But the dinner is cooked with no one to dine

A knife lay covered in blood on the floor

20 odd socks filled with ink in the drawer

A message appears on the computer screen

Reading ‘God was the creator of Halloween’

The piano is playing with no one in sight

As two thousand ghosts give humans a fright

The Old Days

You used to watch the stars
Up in the sky
Hope that they’d fly
In the dazzling darkness

You used to hear the music
From the neighbours house
It pounded in your head
And flooded your heart

You used to smile
As we walked in the woods
The snow falling gently
Around us in flakes
It would glitter in the light

You used to be happy

And tell everyone so
But now you’re gone
And where, I don’t know.

Castle

Mystical winds sweep through the piercing air

Hiding among the turrets, silently haunting the magic stone brick walls

Flags waving in the black swirling wind, causing pitch darkness to fall over the castle enchanting it forever

You feel a ghostly hand gently tapping at your shoulder; you turn around, nothing there!

The voice of death hovers above your head.

You hear mysterious wind calling unknown names into the air

You hear far away voices spookily calling back like an owl flying from tree to tree desperate to get away!

Shriek

Shriek as a cry, follows a whine

I place the photo above the heart that is mine

It rips and tears for only an hour

Black bats and owls begin to shower

They patter like rain, give only a howl

As the black dogs and eagles give up a growl

Twisting their brains around the door

A single stone cracks on the floor

I tiptoe across the landing so silent and still

As black magic witches make potions to kill

My imagination can go pretty far

But the sight of a hearse, a death labelled car

It drives carefully and parks on my drive

The men get out barely alive

As they take my entire family away

I believe in ghosts and omens to stay

The crunch of the car as it zooms pretty far

I realise a dream can go pretty far!

Fifteen

Growing up
Yet still young
The blank page of your life ahead
And the memories of what you’ve done

The years you lost

To tears, laughter and school
Wondering why you ever liked that boy
You were such a fool

That first kiss

On a rainy night
As he whispered your name
And you smiled with delight

As you stare at the photographs

Of the friends you once adored
You tear them into pieces
And throw them to the floor

That tall annoying teacher

Who shrieks your name
Short fat Mrs Brown
Who puts your Maths to shame

At fifteen you feel grown up

Sophisticated and old
But really you’re just a baby
With a story half told.

Torture

T orture is wrong and extremely painful

O r punishment for crimes and being shameful

R ed hot irons and scolding flames

T o make you admit to your shame

U nder careful watch so you can’t escape

R elentlessly done to victims of rape

E ver lasting scars in your mind

 

I t makes you wish you weren’t alive

S creaming out loud won’t let you free

 

W hen they lock you away and lose the key

R oaring water flows into your ears

O ver your face, its your biggest fear

N ow your warm tears roll down your face

G et me out of here, away from this place.

I Want To Be

I want to write books
For teenagers to read
Grow an idea
From an egg
From a seed

Get paid to daydream
Get paid to scribble
Let the words flow
From my mouth
Let them dribble

Write many poems
And even some songs
Use my imagination
Then nothing can go wrong

I wish I was a journalist

I Wrote for ‘The Echo’
Summoned up stories
About runaway geckos

Mad random stories
Ones that are true
Give me an idea
I’ll write it for you

I’d love to be a writer

It’s the career I’m gonna take
Let my pen flow
Flood the page like a lake.