#monsters #poetry #poems – Sasysquatchgirl

From the Deep…

𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅
ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 ℴ𝒻 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈
ℋ𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝓊𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓇
𝒞𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷ℴ𝒹𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁𝓈
ℳ𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂ℯ𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓋ℯ𝓇

𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝒸ℯ𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓇
𝒲𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒷ℴ𝒹𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝒸ℯ𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃ℴ 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ
𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓈 𝓊𝓅 𝓉ℴ 𝒻ℯℯ𝒹
𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅
ℐ𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓀 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓌
ℬ𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓉ℴ𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝓇ℴ𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒹ℯ𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ
𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯℯ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓊𝓅 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈

𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ
ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓌…
𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃𝓀𝓎 ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝒸ℯ𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓇
𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂𝓈 ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓁𝓈
𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒻𝒶𝒸ℯ
𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓊𝓈
ℋℯ𝓇 𝓇ℯ𝒾ℊ𝓃 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 ℯ𝓃𝒹
𝒮𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝒹𝓇ℴ𝓌𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃
𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋ℯ𝓃ℊℯ𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒻𝓇ℯℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹
𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹 𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹

ℱℴ𝓇 𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂ℯ𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃ℊℯ
ℱℴ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹 ℯ𝓃𝒹
ℛ𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℴ𝒹𝒾ℯℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓌
𝒯𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓎
𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓇
ℱ𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓅ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℴ𝓉𝓉ℴ𝓂
ℱℴ𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇…’

Poem by me titled From the Deep
copyright 9/22

Art by Victoria Frances

Let All The Negativity Be Forgot…

“I know how much we wished and needed that 2021 ball to drop
We all hoped and prayed the covid and negativity would stop
But a glittering ball, a symbol, won’t do the trick
This is all humanities job to fix
We have to want peace
and make it so
Forget your other resolutions,
they have to go
Who cares if your thin
if you’re never happy
Who needs to plan to travel more
When covid has you laid up on the floor
Your inner peace will come
When we treat everyone like one
We are all the same on this big rock
And I’m happy to wear a mask and help stop the virus’s clock
Who would know if you bad day,
if that’s how treat people everyday anyway
Smile, live, love, laugh
Kick this negativity in the ass
I don’t care if your democratic or republican, hunter or vegan
You’re a human being and so am I
And I’ll do whatever I have to, to make sure you don’t die
I’ll also smile and
I’ll help you if you fall
If you ring I’ll answer your call
Afterwards my heart too
will feel ten foot tall
My soul is at rest
When I know I’ve done my best
I’ve treated you
how I would like to be
Open your eyes and see
See us as we are
And set yourself a higher bar
I know it’s hard to began,
hard to see through it all
But all of this starts with us
Not that big glittery ball”

Poem be me, copyright 12/21

Happy New Year everyone, and remember, let all the negative be forgot, I’m happy to be here with all of you on this big beautiful rock…
And may this be humanity’s best….

Do you Hear what I Hear…

Do you hear what I hear?

A howl, a howl. Deeper than a growl,

That will make you run for a mile,

Yes it will make you go running for a mile…

Do you see what I see?

A bear a bear I think I saw a bear

Standing straight with hair everywhere

Yes, he’s standing straight with hair everywhere

Do you smell what I smell?

A smell. A smell

That could make you faint as well

So strong you’d have to move right along

Yes so strong you’ll be running right along

Do you hear what I hear?

A crack. A crack I heard a branch crack

Who could make a sound like that?

Yes who could make a branch crack like that?

Do you feel what I feel?

The stare. The stare…

Coming from over there,

Yes coming from way over there

Yes there is something definitely standing over there…

Do you know what I know?

Bigfoot is real. Yes he’s really really real

And he’s standing right over there

And it’s definitely not a freakin bear…

Listen to what I know…

He’s real. He’s real

It’s quite a big deal

And he’s standing out here in the snow

And you better be ready to believe if you go…

Just some holiday fun. Have a great Christmas Eve!

From The Deep…

I haven’t tortured you with a poem in awhile…happy Monster Monday!

“She rises from the deep
Black of eyes,
Hair of red
Claiming bodies and souls
As she rises from the dead

Spawning from deep on the ocean floor
Where her body lays no more
She comes up to feed,
then goes back to the deep
In her soul there is only darkness,
Bitter from her drowning demise
She comes for those who tell their lies

She was cold hearted before
But now there is only evil that awaits on the ocean floor
Only when she claims enough souls
Can she stay on the surface
Then her evil will lay before us
She must be destroyed
This evil can not walk the land
There will only be blood upon the sand

She dreams of revenge
For her untimely end
Racking up the bodies
Taking them where the water is murky
Only one thing will stop her reign of terror
Finding those that let her sink to the bottom forever….”

Poem by me titled From the Deep

Art the Crimson Mistress

It’s the Great Pumpkin Bigfoot!

It’s a great pumpkin bigfoot

Look all around

There are leaves and acorns hitting the ground

The breeze is blowing

I can smell Autumn in the air

It’s the absolute best time of year

Your brown hair will blend right in out there

I won’t know where the tree ends and you begin

But that’s okay

I’ll enjoy it either way

Pumpkin spice and apple pie

Can you taste it already?

My oh my

But watch out for hunters

Listen for odd sounds

I don’t want to see one of you laying around

It’s a great pumpkin bigfoot

And I can’t wait

I’ll be roaming the forest with you

Consider it a date

Squatching is the best in the fall

I love the sound of crunching though leaves under my feet

Jumping each time an acorn hits close

Some times out there the wind sounds like a ghost

I’m hoping I’ll see you there enjoying your day

But enjoy the season if you plan on migrating away

I’ll be staying right here

I’d take fall in New England over anywhere else, any day…

Little Girls Dreams

“A little girl with big big dreams

Who knows this world isn’t what it seems

There is magic in the forest

Magic from when the earth was young

There is magic all around

There may be a being walking next to you while you stroll downtown

And In all those spaces in between

Where only a select few have seen

There are creatures of the night

Creatures remaining out of sight

There is magic inside you too

You just need to open the door

The door in your mind that lets you see the unseen… and believe”

On the Prowl

On the Prowl…
Time to run I can feel the shift
I had to chase him away
Now I have to repair the rift
I’m on the prowl for him now
I’m going to howl for him to hear
This wolf knows there is a mate near
He can’t hide from me,
He will be found
I chased him away
So he would never know
That’s It’s not just me in here
I share a soul
I’m hunting now
full moons were made for teeth
and claws and sin
Forget all you know
and let me in
You can howl with me too
I promise I’ll take care of you
Hold still and it will only sting
Then you’ll shift and your new life will begin…

Art by Benjamin Russell

Tales of The Seas…#1

According to The New York Evening Post, In August of 1805, sailors came across a sea creature on their sail in the waters between Ontario Canada and New York. It was described as having the body of a snake with horns on its head. It was said to move its body quickly, and curled it was at least 18 feet. Curled? 18 feet? 😱 And in the Atlantic Ocean? They told The New York Evening Post that it raced them back to shore.

“With the swiftness of an arrow, It darted towards them, and they discovered It to be a monster in the form of a snake. They were dreadfully frightened” they told the Post. Who wouldn’t be?
It continued reading…
“It contracted itself into a spiral form, which they judged to be nearly eighteen feet in diameter , From the centre of the curl, the head projected across the folds, lying even with the surface of the water, and, apparently its circumference was almost as large as a hogshead ; the mouth frighttully large, and aspect terrible. The length, as it appeared above the water, they judged to be about 150 feet. Quick it changed its course and went after another vessel, which had left Kingston around the same time as themselves, bound for Niagara, and when it was out of sight for the moment they raced to shore. The men understood that the Indians have frequently seen the same creature. They were told once it had attempted to pick a man out of a schooner, that the man saved himself by jumping into the cabin. A number of boats have been lost out here and some were destroyed, they believe by this mysterious creature…”

Transcribed from:
From the New York Evening Post
Wednesday August, 21st 1805
I hope everyone had a great day. Mine was crazy busy sorry for the late posting…
Have an awesome evening!

I’m a Monster…

Monster
I did it, do I become the monster now
I found the courage And i thought only a monster would know how
I found it, the knife was just lying there
My ears rung, like a thousand crows were cawing away In there
I found him…
as always sitting in the chair
I came at him…
I swallowed all my doubts and fears
He’s just lying there…
and now his blood is everywhere
I can’t come clean…
my hands are stained red,
what If I’m seen?
is this all in my mind?
Or am I the monster now…
It doesn’t matter why I grabbed the knife
I’m the monster now…
just maybe a different kind….

Happy Monster Monday!

Hunger…

“We are not so different you and I

We both need the blood to survive

Yours flowing through your veins

Mine from what I suck out of your remains

Hunter and the prey

You just didn’t think you’d be the meal today

Still I only take what I need

Your kind take it all with hungry greed

I have left behind your soul

So you can decide where it goes

It is still pure I’ve touched no part

I only want the blood being pumped by your heart

Such beauty, I was conflicted wanting to let you live

But had I not you would have taken more than I’m prepared to give

So my human feast

You were worthy of this beast

And Ill take no more from you then I need

But could your humanity say they same were I to be the one to concede?”