The Night Has Many EyesThe Night Has Many EyesThe Night Has Many Eyes2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Fear of being watched by a multiple-eyed creature, like a shoggoth
Night is falling like a curtain,
A dark black velvet curtain,
Over this land.
I have a dark sensation;
A dreadful feeling,
Which I cannot understand,
As though more than two eyes watch me;
And not the eyes of a man.
Eyes that neither wink nor shut;
They only stare without end.
Bloody Lips I want to murder you.Bloody Lips 1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Bashing your head in with a Lego brick and hiding your body beneath my dirty clothes.
No red with white, mommy told me, I'll just have to hide these too.
Shattered mirrors, broken lies, tell me the truth.
Do I look bad?
Red powder on my mouth and white dripping from my nose.
I don't want to grow up, I just want to have fun.
Narcotics and lust.
Lust and narcotics.
Everything I need.
She won't stop whispering to me.
Pushing her off a cliff each time she is in my dreams, I just want my ice cream.
Sticky linens with other blankets, I put in my dryer, thirty minutes then ding!
Body image, nicotine gum, shut up and take it.
I am almighty.
Crimson lips and needle prick skin.
I just want to sit with my friends, so tired of grown ups.
Drugs and intercourse.
Intercourse and drugs.
My entire life.
Static television in my head.
Red screens and blue lights, die die die.
The police are bad, they cheered, death is to be celebrated!
The Stalker's BalladThey know you.The Stalker's Ballad3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
They know it all.
One could guess that
from the pictures on the wall.
To them, you're a light
that must never go out
so they'll lock you in
so you can't get out.
Find someone else?
They'll not make that blunder.
You won't either,
they're six feet under.
All your problems
will soon go away.
Living or not,
they'll be dead in a day.
No other problems
will you have to face
sans what's in front of you,
a "loving" basket case.
The Winter BansheeI feel the cold wind of winter,The Winter Banshee1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
and across the breeze I hear her voice.
She came to me during midwinter,
but to hear her was not my choice.
Her haunting song is carried to my ears,
every note ringing in my mind.
From the darkest recesses creep my fears,
and to my soul the terrors bind.
In the darkness my dreads take shape,
and my soul begins to turn cold.
Twisting and freezing my dreamscape,
and the fears I feel she moulds.
In the darkness she calls to someone,
her song causes my spirit to shiver.
Her deathly melody is the death knell of one,
her dark tune claiming a soul in winter.
Will the one to die be one I know?
What form of death will come to thee?
All this I ponder in the winter moon's glow,
will the one to die be someone close to me?
CreationTonight all my dreams will finally come trueCreation3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Forbidden answers rise from the depths,
& my final illicit experiment will at last be justified
As night descends, the darkness laughs
Yet, I am alone. Pulses quicken,
Thunderous rage echoes from beyond
Alive. Only one stitch remains
My heart races, & hope grows
I can see Azathoth flow, water to wine,
My secret elixir & life,
Still, our true destiny lay ahead.
I watch the venom swirl
I see redemption, a lone tear
Scars of your salvation glisten in moonlight,
Fetid wounds of truth.
The secrets you hold a mystery
The transfusion nears an end,
Creation, Darling, Please.
Placenta filled vats await their call
The sanguine river to again flow,
Ragged flesh breathes…
Answer my cry to thee, Mighty Azathoth
My masterpiece is finished
My companion waits
Come, show me your almighty powers.
Silence screams inside the chamber
& deliverance is felt inside your embrace.
My prayers; gasp for me,
This night, breathe life into the u
Theme Prompt - NightmareIt rises from the deepTheme Prompt - Nightmare2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
All my fears embodied.
Every night I fear sleep
Even though it's what I need.
It comes again tonight,
Shadows cast before it.
I must escape this wight
Before my throat is slit.
I run and run and run
Never seeming to flee.
I cry for the bright sun
Begging to be cast free.
And just as claws grasp me
Blessed wakefulness nears
Ousting my enemy
And dispelling my fears.
The Phoenix of Blades…You run all these tests again and again,The Phoenix of Blades2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Spilling my blood ’til the white ground it stains,
Wond’ring if I’m able to feel this pain.
You don’t care about the thoughts in my brain;
You just fantasize ’bout what you can gain
And watch me with incredible disdain.
You keep putting me through torture and hell,
Imprisoning me in a scary cell,
Not seeing or caring that I’m not well.
Which of the two is difficult to tell;
You didn’t respond when I cried and fell…
You just mocked me by ringing a damn bell!
One day I had enough of your damn tests,
When you insulted and spat like a pest,
Punching me when you thought I took a rest.
I broke free of my confinements with zest;
Today I would prove that I was the best!
No longer will you trap me in this nest!
I felt a sharp pain everywhere in me…
Lots of blood spilled indiscriminately…
Darkness embraced me for eternity
what my mind had saidIf I were a spool of thread.what my mind had said6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Would you think of me as a dread.
Pierce my soul till I bled.
See me swimming in pools of red.
Watch the room of emptiness spread.
Hear my failing laughter fall dead.
Pure like a true thoroughbred.
Remains of what my mind had said.
Once before my life was shed.
Hear my failing laughter fall dead.
It's Just Show BizThe final act is finally here.It's Just Show Biz1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
The show's almost over. There's nothing to fear.
I step over a body, an imperfection.
A failed act itself. I change my direction.
I dance the dance I practiced for days.
Bounces and leaps and perfect sways.
Then it happens. My foot misses a beat.
My mind goes fuzzy and I feel the heat.
Maybe he missed it. Didn't see it at all.
I keep on dancing, ignoring the flaw.
But then the act is over and I turn to his glare.
He saw my mishap, he knows it was there.
I look in his eyes. They burn with a hate.
My head lowers and nods. I know of my fate.
He points to the door. The on trimmed in gold.
As I touch the knob, my blood runs cold.
I know exactly what the punishment is.
But I'm a small loss. It's just show biz...
The CallerThe CallerThe Caller1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
A poltergeist at my doorstep
Lo! When the night falls like a pall;
And not a living soul is about;
I hear loud footsteps outside my door,
And a voice calling, like a shout.
But, though it calls, it never calls to me;
It never calls my name.
Yet it seems to hover very near to my room,
And it unnerves me just the same.
Then its footsteps recede into the night;
And I can breathe once more.
But I vow to Heaven and to Earth,
To never again stand by my door.
Run!Be still darlingRun!3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Be still and listen to the wolves howling,
Are'nt they majestic?
Aren'nt they powerful?
Tell me darling, can you hear them?
what can you say?
their cry is as loud as the roaring sea,
Chanting your death and death of me!
Just listen to their cry!
Listen to their plea!
They're praying to their gods
For our heads to be their meal
I can hear them from here below the hill!
Goosebumps all over our clammy skin.
Our body trembling with fear.
Oh dear!!! They're coming!!!
Too late....your head is gone.
HalaltancHaláltáncHalaltanc1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Teste felett kering a sok varjú.
Lesik mind a halálát.
Az egyik bátor egyed leszáll
És kitépi bűzlő húsát.
Közeleg a többi árnyékmadár.
Komor,szürke,borús ma az ég.
Ki hitte volna, hogy meghal,
Hiszen nemrég nevetve élt...
De túl közel került a halálhoz,
Aki nem tűrte el őt.
Így arra a sorsra ítélte,
Hogy nem érdemli meg a temetőt.
"Ma este már a holtakkal táncolsz!
Madarak eszik rothadó tested!
Miért jöttél ilyen közel,ember?
Bátorságod lesz a veszted!"
Nagy hős volt, mint minden katona,
Csak épp ő nem volt túl szerencsés.
Hiszen teste a csatamezőn nyugszik.
Járt volna a tisztes temetés...
A katona nem reklamál, csak harcol,
Győz vagy veszít, él vagy meghal.
Nem számít senkinek, nem,
Hogy mi les
modigal prusemy mind: sand cast upon the cosmic drum-skin;modigal pruse5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
your will: the driving pulse that makes it dance.
my pencil's use ends when silence begins,
deliver me not to that happenstance.
i'm enthralled to you, you silver-tongued djinn;
my stylus became yours at my first glace.
though i speak the truth i feel no chagrin;
i'd nary change a thing if i'd the chance.
i'll slake my thirst from your oft' dry font
and break my fast from your cupboard oft' bare;
i'll always be your chattel to abuse.
your power over me you needlessly flaunt,
for you know i'm caught helpless in your snare:
this poet cannot abnegate his muse.
An Indirect InvitationWelcome to the house of horrors ,An Indirect Invitation3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
My home, a place of war and torture.
Be warned, and be wary,
For mere mortals have never left this horrid place.-alive-
But I will tell you this:
If you wish to know the castle’s story,
Be forewarned for ‘tis quite gory,
All the deaths and pain for glory,
And suicides that rack these walls,
Summon you with wailing calls,
Threaten you down screeching halls,
For this castle lives,
For that which is inside is undead,
And brings alive these walls that bled,
With cries of mercy whose owners were all left for dead.
Dear reader if you still insist,
This story onward to persist,
Best that you remember this,
When the screeching owl pierces most,
You have awoken your royal hosts,
And though I may not be one to slaughter,
My masters can be quite the monsters.
Best that you be on your way,
Lest it be your final day.
Find your way through these darkened halls
That plague me still with memories past .
If you can find me and not be killed,
no refugeI walk dead among the living.no refuge2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
My heart has ceased to beat.
You'd think nothing of me.
Walking past me on the street.
But I hunger no one's flesh.
I don't even crave my own.
I am a prisoner within it.
A keeper of these bones.
If you'd look into my eyes.
If you'd even care to look.
There you will see darkness.
My soul stalled in soot.
I haven't been giving it my all.
I am tired all the time.
I've been going through the motions.
Yet everything's not fine.
What robbed me of humanity?
What or whom can I blame?
With every half-step and stale breath.
I am damning something's name.
It's like the apocalypse has happened.
And the living outnumber me.
Yet here I am amongst them, denied
of my slumber six-feet-deep.
I seek means of resurrection.
I seek one that knows such spells.
To bring life back into this body.
And extract me from my own hell.
For long I have sought them.
For far longer I've been ignored.
As the tides of time erode me
upon a shrinking shore.
There's no hope in me searching.
PoisonHow many years has it beenPoison1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Since you last saw the light?
I know you've been counting,
I can see it in your eyes.
You open your mouth
But all that comes out
Is a whisper that nobody hears.
If you want it enough,
To finally escape,
I can tell you, my love,
There is still a way.
If you want to be free
Then all you really need
Is a little drop of poison to help you fall asleep.
A Very Creepy RhymeWhat's that in the mirror, out of the corner of your eye?A Very Creepy Rhyme3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
What's that footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps when we are withering and very nearly dead,
Out they will come a slithering from underneath the bed.
NightmareNightmareNightmare2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
By: Glaceonmaster89 (a Creepypasta poem)
At midnight ever vile
A shadow with a wicked smile
Will follow all the while
The smile is haunting
For you won't return
Your eyes will burn
A chilling laugh echoes in the dark
For those with weak minds leaving a mark
One so paranoid won't sleep
For all night they will weep
Never lock your gaze with him
He will fill you to the brim with fear
His icy eyes ever so clear
A light is seen
In all dreams
A mind unraveling at the seams
A dream parasite
Filling you with fright
Every God forsaken night
The shadow will follow
Until you are hollow
Look into his hypnotic gaze
He will leave you in a daze
He will never leave
Forcing you to grieve
His eyes burn in your dreams
Never leaving it might seem
But when the night is done
It will end his fun......
ManeaterManeater1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It always begins
at the edges of things
condensed to a milky fog
the farthest reaches
of an archaic French forest
wind twists silver heather leaves
off their braches
rattles in a wooden ribcage
of old fence posts
It always begins
at the edges of the
then makes its way
to the heart
as natural as gravity
a ventricle’s pulse
a blood that seeps down
to pool beneath
a huddle of doves
on cinnamon roof tiles
The morning’s gray sky smoke
dampens the senses
in the circle central window
the glass is bright and thick
yellow butter curtains
morning moon caught
in a curling iron bed frame
taunt and tinted skin
in a rising sea of cotton
A drunken dreaming
superior vena cava
heavy-lidded lingered gazes
hands and feet
and feet and
It always begins
at the edges of
pinned clavicle wings
a wide sm
Argaru refName: ArgaruArgaru ref18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Species: Zyrus. (A rare dragon species.)
Accessories: Wears different jewelries, like rings a crown and a golden necklace with gems.
Age: 650 years. ( In human years 25)
Hometown/ home world: The temple of the Azuru forrest.
Language: Understands every language.
Height: 400 metres
Eye colour: red
Skin colour: a light dark grey tone and has same sky bluish colors like a tiger and some orange
Category: Rich king/ holy beast
Element: Wind and Ice.
Talents/skills: Argaru has the talent for finding a perfect diamond since he wants to get even richer
he can turn a small rock into gold. If he feels threatened he uses strong winds that destroy the
Azuru forrest. He doesn´t care about the other cause he´s selfish.
Favourite colour: Golden colors
Personality: He´s a very proud dragon who takes care of himself, he only wants to have his own
will. He doesn´t tak
Haunted SchoolhouseThe place was musty, filled with dust,Haunted Schoolhouse1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Grime clung to the class windows in crust,
I paced among the darkened halls,
And avoided the smell from the bathroom stalls,
Blood splattered white walls with battered in bricks,
What used to be chairs burned into the sticks,
The chalkboard was scratched and ready to break,
The screeching chalk sound made my head ache,
The place was old, the smells were rotted,
In each new room something plotted,
Some were barely lit by flickering lights,
Others kept as dark as the sorrowful nights,
The ripped curtains swept in the breeze,
Was that the sound I heard at my knees,
Little hands and little feet,
Pass me quickly, I feel them creep,
Old, ragged breath - sweetened by treats,
Eyes the colour of moulding meats,
Reddened with blood vessels and ageing veins,
How long were they trapped here in their chains?
Giggling fits and frightful laughter,
Trapped within these walls of disaster,
I catch my breath in my throat,
When I feel frozen hands softly stroke,
I Am The DarknessI am the darkness,I Am The Darkness2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
watching and waiting.
You live your life as time goes by,
full of joy and laughing.
I am the darkness
that sees your mistake,
your embarrassment and shame,
joyfully watching you break
I am the darkness,
dragging you deeper in the abyss
to drown in your peers
where they won't miss
I am the darkness
that haunts you where you walk;
everywhere and anywhere,
taking in every word you talk
I am the darkness
that provokes every tear,
of anger, of sorrow,
and turn it to fear
I am the darkness,
laughing in the shadows of the night
where you end your day
to fill you with fright.
I am the darkness,
encouraging you to accept a hand,
where hope does not shine
and where happiness can not stand.
I am the darkness;
the one who exists in the hour,
waiting for you to give
into misery for me to devour.
Tempptress of the NightWith my heart dripping redTempptress of the Night3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Oh, by her lovely thorns
Lips sent by an angel, as ever so sweet
Lifts my feet, soaring into freedom
No chains no cage can hold thy bird
From the softest kiss
A kiss, oh a kiss
From lips stained red
Flutters like a fling bird
Her gaze, like piercing thorns
Holding me in place, wishing for freedom
A smile so wicked its sweet
Like biting into a strawberry, ripe and sweet
The only sweet tenderness offered only by a kiss
I no longer wish for this thing called freedom
As I lay here chained with walls painted red
Pinned down by vine littered thorns
Above me in the dark sky, a patiently waiting bird
Black feathers fall, as she fly's above like a bird
Swooping down, leaving my skin feeling sweet
Followed by piercing thorns
Where she once laid a kiss
Blood trickles down, staining my skin red
Panic consumes me, as I itch for freedom
Instinct kicks in; only a leap away lye's freedom
In my way it stands guard, the reaper bird
Her eyes pierce the darkness, bright red