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The Blank PageHello, there. What’s your name?The Blank Page by Everlasting90
That’s a nice name. Nice to meet you.
I’m...well I have no name, at least not yet.
Maybe over time, you can think of one for me.
So what do you want to do? What do you want to write about?
My blankness is your canvas. You can write whatever you want.
Tell me anything you want to.
You can tell me how your day was, the good and the bad.
You can tell me your greatest dreams, your darkest desires.
You can share your world, real or imaginary. We can make it real.
I won’t judge your words. You can erase what you don’t want.
You can share me with your family, your friends, the whole world.
Or if you like, we can keep it a secret. Just you and me.
I will hold them for as long as you want.
I’m all yours.
'Fun'Come my little monster come step away.'Fun' by Leira15
Step out of the lights of the bright scorching day.
The loud yelling crowds, with their huge glaring eyes.
They stare at you harshly with for hours on end.
Forever and ever til' the shows over and done.
I'll take you today, away from this 'fun'.
The freak shows' no place for a child like you.
You should be smiling, and laughing, and having much fun.
Come leave this place, leave this 'fun'.
I'll take you to a place; where your kind can thrive where it's normal to soar and fly through the sky.
Where magic, illusion, and wizardry exist.
Where you can learn much and teach much from people like you.
Not be treated like you live in a zoo.
An object for general amusement.
Not an animal.
Or a Toy.
Fun isn't the right word for a freak show.
Gross is . . .
The ForestWelcome to the forest lost little child.The Forest by Leira15
Please come out of the shadows, and do not hide.
I will not harm you I swear on my heart.
But the rest of the world may tear you apart.
Come deep into the forest, but tread with care.
For deep within dwell monsters with knives for hair.
Whose very breath can wither the grass.
And shatter a mirror with even a glance.
Walk with soft feet on moist mossy ground.
Let your hair be carried softly by a free flutterby.
I'll let not a mozzie touch your skin.
You'll be free to pass on; safe and protected.
Bright light like a star.
A dazzling supernova.
Pass on lost child, go towards the light.
And don't look back.
MonstersMy child stay close, and don't go outside.Monsters by Leira15
The monsters will get you when you leave my side.
They wear the masks of friends.
Of men, women, and kids.
They lie through fake smiles, with promises sweet.
Their thick masks a forest, a dangerous place.
They distort and evade, and slander their foes.
So don't stray from mother til' your wise and old.
Til' you can see fiction on someone's lips, or hear a myth on a word.
Stay by mother and she'll keep you safe.
From the monsters.
From the horrors.
That lurk outside.