profile image

Chris Bunton

Updated: Wed, 21 Oct 2020 04:46 am

Contact via WOL logo


I'm a writer, poet, blogger and publisher from Southern Illinois. My blog: My Online magazine: We accept poetry submissions, flash fiction, short stories, and non-fiction.

In Your Face

In Your Face I will put it in your face, as long as it’s in mine. Is slavery in your face? They’ve all been set free. Is child labor in your face? They’re all in school. Are the house wives, in your face? They’re all dropping votes. As long as injustice reigns; As long as death fills our veins As long as the Leaders lie As long as our planet dies. I will be in your fat face, because it’s all in mine.

The Monsters Come

The Monsters Come Every morn, the monsters come. They come to attack my day. Every morn it’s the same, and every day, they strive away. The skeletons from closets scream, while vampires claw from crypts. They draw and draw until I am spent. Every day they come. The Monsters come. Ghosts of words unsaid, and desires of demons ripping. Wraiths of past things done; chasing my peace away. Giants stomping out hopes and dreams; while spewing fear, doubt and shame. The Worm digs and burns through; everything. They destroy the day. The darkness hangs like a cloud. It smothers my hopes today. I need coffee, and some light, to stand tall, and live loud. Let’s drive the monsters away.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.


Profile image

Chris Bunton

Tue 14th Jul 2020 05:15

Thank you!

View all comments

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message