Assignment Seven: Stranger then Fiction

World War Two.

The war was spreading like plague,
the men all lined in rows,
the allies and axis were fighting all day,
was he an enemy, was he a foe?

The noise was undescribable,
like an eternal scream,
the sky was the darkest black,
it's the worst type of dream.

The bombs were falling on our heads,
the bullets flying by,
some of the men were only boys,
too sad, too young to die.

Hurrah, the war was over!
Hurrah! we finally won!
when the whistle was blown but is it win,
to prove your point with a gun?


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The Things

The Owls are staring at me
when i fall asleep
but i can only see their eyes
and they never make a peep.


Their glowing eyes come late at night
when my head is full of dreams
then the dreams stop
and i wake in the morning startled with my own screams


Staring at the owl's eyes
they're almost inhuman creatures
they just sit in the trees waiting for me
with their indescribable features.


I never remember my dreams those nights
when the owls are there watching me
but I'm finding marks in my skin like needles or pins
and waking up dizzily.


What if they're aliens
the kind you see in clips?
they give me daydreams almost daymares
and make my head do flips.


What are these creatures haunting me
are they real are they fake?
the things in the tree?
is it my imagination?


Who knows?


inspiration: "the Forth Kind"


if you don't like SCARY things... don't watch it