Zombie Apocalypse

I remember when it started.
A wave; an attack.
A tsunami of death and decay.
A plague of misery.
A plague of misery.
As a by-stander, I watch them die,
And I watch them re-awaken,
Like a flower closing for the night and opening with the sun.

No one knew from where they came.
Shambling like a monster from a movie,
With nerves connected wrong.
A disassembled, damaged, crooked thing;
Beyond repair and cast away.
Unstated hunger and mindless thirst.
An emaciated animal, searching in vain for relief.

Fathers, mothers, and children flee
From the comforts they once held dear.
Many fall like clear-cut trees
Only to rise again.
Rabid dogs without a purpose.
All they want is to feed,
And they do.

I am a rabbit chased by a fox.
I am a deer herded by a pack of wolves.
They cannot move as fast as me,
But like a wildfire, they spread.
Cornered, finally, in an alley;
Cries rise from around me.
A maternity ward of anguish.

With claws and teeth they come.
I am one against the many.
I am the only blossom still alive
When the snow falls to the ground.
They come and pluck me from the earth.
I slip into the endless night.

I once had a family,
but I find only blood at home.
A massacre instead of dinner.
A hell instead of warmth.
No satisfaction for this new found hunger.
No water for my thirst.
No snacks to fill this child's belly.

I leave my haven of years past
For a meal that will not fulfill my desires.
Two tiny morsels running by scream and beg for mercy.
The fight and kick and scratch and cry,
But too they are surrounded by a wintry forest;
An inescapable grave yard of death.
No life is here, only un-felt pain.

And so I find myself now
With two dead children and a meal.
Two bits of roadkill on an empty street
In a lifeless world of make believe.
The nightmare of the past
Brought to life by fate.
An apocalypse to flawless that the sky morns in crimson.

The Promise of a Future

My dreams were severed.
My hopes, filleted.
The promise of a future
with the man I loved,
and a college education,
is gone.

I was fighting. Free.
And then, captured.
The promise of a future
was ripped from me,
and my freedom was destroyed.
And now,

With that one bad bite,
I was murdered.
The promise of a future
was stollen from me.
I became a zombie chick.
Undead.

Welcome to My Undeath (Parody of Simple Plan's "Welcome to My Life")

Do you ever feel like breaking skulls?
Do you ever feel like eating brains?
Like you just want to kill someone,
And no one understands it?

Do you ever wanna kill grandmas?
Do small children make you drool?
With their tiny heads and tender flesh,
and brains that're oh, so yummy?
No, you don't know what it's like
To have been changed by one small bite.
You don't know what it's like
To be undead.

To be chased.
To be bit.
To be changed to a zombie.
To be run away from.
To be hated for what you are.
To always suffer intense hunger,
And no one's there to feed you.
No you don't know what it's like.
Welcome ot my undeath.

Do you wanna be alive again?
Are you sick of living a horde?
Are you desperate to find a good cure,
Before the change goes too far?

Are you stuck with a smell you hate?
Are you sick of everyone running,
with their working limbs and high-pitched screams,
while deep inside you're starving?

No, you don't know what it's like
To have been changed by one small bite.
You don't know what it's like
To be undead.

No, you don't know what it's like
To have been changed by one small bite.
You don't know what it's like
To be undead.

To be chased.
To be bit.
To be changed to a zombie.
To be run away from.
To be hated for what you are.
To always suffer intense hunger,
And no one's there to feed you.
No you don't know what it's like.
Welcome ot my undeath.

Le Serious Poem Requested for Creative Writing

Foot falls echoing softly
through the mirrored walls of my mind.
You're here, you're there
you're everywhere
but never in my heart.
You try to see me,
but you only see yourself
and all the dreams you never knew to be true.
I will not be your dreams come true.
I will be me.
I know you may not be able to handle the truth,
but here it is:
I'm not like him.
I'm not like her.
I'm not like them.
I'm no as good as
or as rich as
or as lifeless as
You.
I'm not so stupid
or so selfish
or so inconsiderate as
You.
I am me.
I will respect
and I will know
and I will understand.
I will cry
and I will lie
and I will die.
I will thrive
and I will trust
and I will love.
I am me,
and I will have all you never will.

Le Comical Poem Requested for Creatvie Writing

Brains...
This is what the thoughts of a teenage zombie consist of.
Brains... Brains... Brains... Brains...

Where brains?
This is what the wonderings of a teenage zombie consist of.
Where brains? Where brains? Where brains? Where brains?

Run!
This is what the thoughts of someone being chase by a teenage zombie consist of.
Run! Run! Run! Run!

Oh, crap.
This is what the thoughts of someone about to be bitten by a zombie consist of.
Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap.

Brains...
This is what the thoughts of a new-born teenage zombie consist of.
Brains... Brains... Brains... Brains...

It's all one gory cycle,
which you cannot escape.
As the sun rises here and sets over there,
you realize something.
You are zombie.
You are dead.
You want brains.