Emily's Poetry Form The Strange Collection

Poetry Pages...
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The Stalker
it may look like i stalk but really i walk.
you turn around to yell so i put you through hell.
for me pains a breeze, you fall down on your knees. crying with pain looking up in the rain. eyes go from red to white. i let a sigh out in the night for i have just come to see that some one has been stalking me.

Darkness
Small children get ready for bed at night,
Parents read fairytale stories to chase away fright.
While they close their sleepy eyes,
Their minds wander into nightmares and screams arise.
The parents run in caressing them,
Repeating over and over that there are no bad men.
Children slowly drifting back to sleep,
The monsters start to creep.
Eyes open wide they begin to slide out,
They slip on their cloaks and go to the hideout.
There they meet they meet the Posse and I,
We are almost all ready to make parents cry.
Emily arrives last but not least,
Now we can start our frightening feast.
-Cassandra

Emily Strange
black red n white
yes, she does bite
go away.
let the cats be stray
free, they will be.
roaming the lands.. having fun?
if only you could understand..
-Tiffanie

See with your eyes and not with your mind,
Without the 8-ball your futures blind.
A little girl alone in the street,
4 black cats that no-one shall meet.
Then something moves on this dark night,
And now new star shining bright.
The black is back, it fogs my mind,
another vision yet to find.
-Emily

Cat eyes always shine in the night,
Where the moon is red, and nothing its right.
Be afraid this place is not good,
everybody is wicked, and in a very strange mood.
The wind can speak, and the sea can sing, and a big black cat is the only king.
If u try to be normal everything will change, because on an a bal ck cloud in
the sky sits Emily the strange.
-Lisa

On my trip to transylvania, I plan to stay with my worst enemy, Emily (try to
say that 3 times fast). This is my little poem about how I hope to meet her.

sulking in the shadows,
creeping in the dark,
no light, no fire, not even a spark.
with four cats and a frown,
she'll turn your happy day upside down.
do not disturb!!!!!
it's much too late, she's already gone
through the graveyard to meet you.
her freaky friends, zenith and thin lizzy
this wicked demon is sure to put you in a tizzy.
beware of the one, all alone with no one,
shriek and scream and howl and dream,
or better yet, nightmare, won't you?
oh, and bad luck!
you are going to need it
-Gothfaeri