380. Watch Out!


Watch out little children!

This world’s run by mad old kids,

Who never found their happiness;

And were raised by other kids.

Watch out little children!

Mothers are narcissists.

Fathers are pedophiles,

And the neighbors: serial rapists.

Watch out little children!

Evil wears a smile and lies;

And even he who does bad deeds,

Is missed by someone when he dies.

Watch out little children!

Those who you should fear,

Are not the monsters under your beds,

But, rather, those who have your ear.

Watch out little children!

True evil’s a lie you’re told,

By those whose evil deeds are many,

Yet whose good deeds you’ll uphold.

Watch out little children!

This world’s full of goods and bads.

Serial killers aren’t monsters,

They’re just your moms and dads!

K. Aldaya, 1/9/17

Picture:  Originally posted on Blogspot by Club Zombie; http://www.moustachemagazine.com/2014/02/6-real-life-scary-stories-told-by-reddit-users/clubzombie-blogspot-com/;


321. Fraudulency

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Mess with my head,

Oh my, I try,

To not be lead,

By the facade.

Yet my, oh my,

You love to play,

The game, and blame…

Me right away,

For your own words.

You shame and maim.

Always at fault.

I cry, and die,

As a result;

And you thrive on…

My fault. My fault…

That I believe,

You care, and dare,

To wear on sleeve,

A heart that bleeds…

Despair.  Despair:

Induced by trust.

You plod, and trod,

On faith, and rust,

Idols of hope.

My God! My God!

You’re such a fraud!!

K. Aldaya, 9/28/15

Picture: “Tortured Angel” by TAILSfails at Deviant Art.  http://tailsfails.deviantart.com/art/Tortured-angel-254836338

316. Curl Up in the Corner, Dear


Curl up in the corner, dear,

And cover your ears in vain.

You cannot hide from the pain.

This world is made of fear.

Curl up in the corner, dear,

And hide from searching hands.

Blind your eyes behind hair-strands,

And pray to disappear.

Curl up in the corner, dear,

And close those teary eyes.

Most things seen and said are lies,

To lead the naive near.

Curl up in the corner, dear,

For hands were made to punish;

And skin and bones to ravish,

In treachery severe.

Curl up in the corner, dear,

For certainty’s a lie.

They will not care if you die,

Or if you persevere.

Curl up in the corner, dear,

And cover your ears in vain;

For a world, it is insane,

Where sanity breeds fear.

K. Aldaya, 9/2/15

Picture: Found on youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJarvZMi0gU; http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lJarvZMi0gU/maxresdefault.jpg

293. Trust is Earned by Interest


Can you handle the truth,

Or will you run away?

Can I tell you the truth,

Or should I hide the truth away?

I will not offer willingly,

Though if you were to care.

I may let secrets free,

And leave my soul bare.

No one in my life as yet,

Has asked to know me more.

Most people are content to let,

Truths stay behind the door.

So if you don’t care to know,

And could never understand it.

I’d rather not waste time, you know,

Explaining why you don’t get it.

K. Aldaya, 3/27/15

Picture/GIF:  from Vampire Diaries; Nina Dobrev as Elena Gilbert; http://cdn1.theodysseyonline.com/files/2014/11/16/635517598713850371879042812_fi.gif

267. Faithless



Does it exist?

For some maybe…but yet?

I fear there is no hope for me;

For I cannot forget.


Fades like fog,

From the day which journeys on.

I know no one will save me.

I step and step along.


Is a ghost.

I’ve heard it exists yet still,

I can’t see or feel its’ form;

It simply haunts my will.


Tell me how?

I know that I’m to save myself.

Yet, how….Oh God! How?

How does one save ones’-self?


Where and how?

I’m lost and I’m so scared.

How does one fight against ones’-self?

And come out unimpaired?


If I kill.

If part of me just dies away.

Would I still be ‘me’ anymore?

Or would I die as well that day?


Does it exist?

To me it is a mocking wraith.

I’m not capable of salvation.

No, I do not have your faith!

K. Aldaya, 4/15/14

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://www.scenicreflections.com/files/Captive_Angel_Wallpaper_lrcv9.jpg

130. Out of Range Change

Why hope in vain for things to change?

When all signs and sights contradict.

Hope, love, and happiness…,

All just out of range.


Why hope for sleep in nightmares’ lair,

When fear is all that can be felt?

Can’t trust any truths seen,

For honor these days is rare.

So why hope in vain for a change?

When nothing ever has or will?

No trust can be found,

When all is out of range.

K. Aldaya, 3/10/05

Picture: Powder: Sean Patrick Flanery as Jeremy “Powder” Reed; http://www.moviefancentral.com/images/pictures/review41174/Powder__001.jpg?1364269808

56. The Freak Inside

In my mind I’m not fit to be anything that you might see.

I’ll never belong with my own and will be forever ‘lone.

sad girl sitting alone on floor

I know when people look at me they see the freak that I be.

I try to hide what I am, but I always fail their exam.

I can feel their hate and disgust, for me, whom they distrust.

K. Aldaya, 4/15/04

Picture:  Photographer Unknown; http://a.wattpad.net/cover/3283593-256-k508337.jpg