This Is How It's Always Been

[adrian]

Stop sweets, just before you lair yourself inside my soul,
Good candy corn and chocolates! Magnificent. Wonderful. Tastey. Lovely.
Come home old age traditions.
I am still seven here and my mother always smiles.
"Go fetch your brother," she says, "He'll have the pumpkin!"
Good brother, the one who always picks the greatest pumpkin.
And a good pumpkin he picked.
Hello round and orange, whose shape is faceless.
We'll soon carve life into your bulb of a canvass.
Mr. Pumpkin, Jack, how would you prefer to flicker? Scary? Happy? Sad?
Who put these webs here? couldn't be the spiders i saw.
These webs are white and made of cotton.
The crawlers that hang here are plastic. Dad must've done this. He always does.
Good job wind. You smell of autumn and blow just hard enough to sway our ghosts a little
I move to the end of my porch, step... step
Shaking! The fluctuations of shaking pitches in a cheap form of drop D.
Its our plastic grim reaper.
He shakes to his tune, occassionally interupting the lovely sounds with "Happy Halloween!"
He's right.
This will be a happy halloween.

[witchy]

Hi adrian
That was a very good poem & very true. Happy Halloween!!! Witchy

[adrian]

thanks witchy yea i wrote this about a past halloween month experience!! when i came home to a decorated house!! good memories

[Murfreesboro]

Love your poem!

[Belladonna]

Beautiful job, Adrian!

I love this line:
Good job wind. You smell of autumn and blow just hard enough to sway our ghosts a little

Thank you for sharing with us.

[adrian]

thanx Belladonna check out some of my other stuff i have quite a few in the writing section

[warduria]

Your signature pic is cool

[adrian]

thank you