One Magically Wondrous Halloween Night

poem trick or treat poem

One Magically Wondrous Halloween Night

A dark shade of black spread through the sky like melted licorice
Houses, like creepy ginger bread houses, each decorated with monsters
The old and the young handing out sugary sweets
It was that time of year
This was what was called “Halloween”
I was a small, young witch
Who yearned to see what it was like
My parents never took me
Maybe it was too cold for them?
Maybe it was because they didn’t like candy?
I have never known
Yet another holiday
Where I must stay inside
I wish I could go trick and treat like the rest of them
To hide in the mysterious night
To be unknown to all who pass by me
A costume to surprise each and every one of them
I wanted it so badly
To show them a side of me
That was truly unexpected
I had waited all year
And now was my chance
A long, forgotten cloak that I had snuck into the corners of my bed
And my black witches hat that I hastily put on
With my parents sound asleep,
I dressed myself up in the plain, simple black
And out I went
Going deep into the sweet magical feeling of Halloween…
Finally I was free to be anyone
The first door
The first time
Sweets of all kind came my way
I who was never allowed these sugary sweets
That I had dreamed of for so long
Flavors of all kind danced into my mouth
I loved every bit of this delicious night
Nobody knew who I was
Or even cared
No one trying to upset me
Or tease me about how weird I was
I was free
Even if it were for this one night
I wanted to savor everything
However the night went by too fast
Soon the houses were growing dim
Night would hide the light once more
I realized now how late it must be
This night that never seemed to end
Was going right before my very eyes
The sugary scent that wafted in the air
Was soon diminishing
I had to hurry home
Before my parents found out
The once warm feeling of the Halloween
Was making me shiver quite terribly now
Was it because of the cold winds that were blowing?
Or was it the fear that shook deep within me?
20 minutes to midnight
That’s when my parents would wake up
Why would the wake up at this hour?
Well it was “Witching Hour” of course
The time they would check on the potions
And maybe make a few as well
And sadly enough,
Check to see if I was asleep or not
And if I wasn’t there in time…
The thought of it just horrifies me
And so there I ran into the night
Towards my house I went
Never looking back at the fading lights behind me
15 minutes left…
Oh I hope I made it back in time
10 minutes…
Is that my house up ahead?
It’s so dark I can barely see a thing
6 minutes left…
Man, it’s getting late!
3 more minutes left…
There was my house!
I had made it
With only a few minutes left
I quietly slipped through the door
And into my small, little bedroom
Went this small, little witch
I quickly stuffed the cloak under the old bed
And lay my head on the pillow
I grinned from ear to ear
Tonight had been the best night of my young life
A wondrous night called “Halloween”

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One Thousand Friends and One Heart


One Thousand Friends and One Heart

She had one thousand friends
At least that’s what she said
Starring deep into the colorful screen
She was happy
Or at least wanted to be
For she had been alone
In need of “Friends”
Yet who were they?
Who are they?
So this right here
Is a small little story about her journey
About one girl with only one heart
In hopes of finding another
So that she might finally find “Hope”

Late one night
A girl was crying
She had no one
So this story starts,
As a girl with only one heart and herself
A shy, timid girl
Who had none but herself
She was depressed
For she thought she had nothing
Even though she tried
Never could she find a friend
She tried to fill the void
With books of all kinds
For that was all she thought she had
She was maddened by the agony
Of feeling so alone
So sadness took her lonely heart
And left a wound deep within
Yet one day
Whilst sitting alone at her old desk
For a writer she wanted to be
She saw something flash before her in the news
A great thing called “Facebook”
A way to find friends without leaving the comforts of home
She had heard of it before
But never gave it any thought
Maybe this was the way to having friends?
So then she began
And there she stared
Into the depths of her computer
In the beginning of her”Facebook journey”
She started slow
With only her family
Yet soon her friends list
Showed her with more
Many people loved her
With every post
With every like
With every share
She thought for a moment
“Was this what I was looking for?”
She had friends
Or so she thought
She found best friends
Or so they say
She found love
So why was her heart still broken?
Life passed her by
And soon “reality”
Became her “fantasy”
She wanted someone to hold onto
To be able to lean on
So then why did she not leave?
Her heart was slowly becoming like ice
Her thoughts that once were full of imagination
Turned into deep depression
Thousands upon thousands loved her
Yet each of them just hurt her heart even more
She wanted to reach out her hand
And have someone take it
She wanted happiness
Yet how could she find that?
In just a simple pixellated screen?
So into the real world she went
In hope of finding someone
Yet she found nothing
She still saw social media everywhere
Covering everything she once knew
It wasn’t just Facebook and Gmail
It was so much more
From Twitter to Instagram
To Snapchat
To more and more
Piles upon piles of lives
Simply staring into a screen
She looked at this once great world
Even though she was alone
There was still hope everywhere
Yet now
This world that wanted to accept her friend request instead of her
Made her realize just how much she missed
She wanted to leave
She wanted to go back in time to when she was young
Before she was scared of such beauty
Before the harshness of the world hurt her
She couldn’t stand it anymore
She wanted to get rid of all this hurt
So what to leave behind?
Her “friends”?
Or her heart?
Yet she couldn’t give up her last hope
Of ever finding at least one true friend
So her heart was what she kept
So there she sat
At the screen one last time
And said good-bye
To her one thousand friends
Yet her one heart
Felt lonely once more
With scars and scabs staining her soul
How could she ever truly live life again?
Yet even though she thought she was alone once more
She heard one last message
Before she got rid of everything for good
One friend
Came back to her
Another heart searching for a friend
One heart
That came back to say
“You are not alone”
One soul
That opened itself up
And said that she was “Hope”
Hope to all who had forgotten friendship
The girl was surprised
For never had she been of importance
At least in this life
She was shocked
That even one of her hundreds of friends
Came to comfort her
To say
“You don’t have to go back to that”
“I’ll stay by your side”
“And help you when pain and hurt is there again”
“Just like you did to me”
And so…
As any story goes
She found her heart yet again
And found another
Though she didn’t have one thousand friends
She still had her one heart
To share with another
Two friends and two hearts
Together healed each other wounds
Day by day
Week by week
Year by year
Always there
And always to be…

And that right there is the story
Of one heart
Who found a thousand more
Yet ended up with 999 less in the end
Yet one to be by her side
In the reality of the great big world that’s out there
Never again to be just a long and forgotten “Fantasy”