Monsters
Do you remember being scared as a kid
Of the creepy crawlies laying in wait under your bed?
And now looking back, it’s hard to admit,
But the scarier things were up in your head.
A Poem Called: Monsters
A Poem Called: Aliens
Aliens
If aliens are watching,
What do they think?
Do they watch us in appreciation?
Thinking, ‘Wow, what a perfect amalgamation,
Of light and dark, of good and bad’,
Or maybe they’re a tiny bit sad.
For all we know,
They sit there mystified.
Consumed by our love, confused by our hate,
Worried we might make the big mistake.
naomi eleanor 