The True Horror of StillnessTrapped in a small room.The True Horror of Stillness1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nowhere to run.
Little say over my life—over my life and
One small mistake and it’s over; I’m
Their souls are haunting.
Haunting these walls.
Angry at those who didn’t hear their
Can never escape it.
They’ll always come back.
When it claims it’s the end, there is always
Imprisoned ButterflyBeauty lies within,Imprisoned Butterfly1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the artist
Is worthy of skin
Beneath the moon
Claw and hatch
From their cocoon
Beneath the light,
Steals my sight
A cold descend
To hollow walls
Of a museum
A smile so twisted
Could only grin
Unclothe the artist
Is worthy of flesh
Devour your beauty,
Locust and vermin
Sour and chewy
Faded and torn,
Slay the petals
Consume the thorns
For my complexion,
Seal my doom,
I choose to remain
In my cocoon
Confess of sin,
A planet so twisted
Could only spin
Labyrinth of faun
Behold the artist
Is worthy of brawn
Once upon a time
Is never ending,
A fairytale so twisted
Has no beginning
Imps and golems
Who speak poetic
Inhabit a realm
Of sacred relics
Of wooden sages
Through a Mirror DarklyHow savage the mad, little yellow moonThrough a Mirror Darkly2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To my soft eyes appears
And what imploring tears
Could compel a Bedlam beggar’s boon
From its eerie rage?
Even in its golden cage
It terrifies with filthy hands and croons
Reaching between bars
To tear the wings from stars
(‘Tis hardly a surprise that after dark
The inmate laughs the grave-dog’s bark).
drop dead triggerDO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR CHILDHOOD RUINED!!!drop dead trigger1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
otherwise, have fun ^_^
She screams your name
But you are deaf
You rise to fame
As she falls to her death
You become darker than ever
Her memories sting
She'd have loved you forever
but you loved one thing
She visits you in dreams
You begin to shout
You're lost in the screams
Trying to figure it out
You wake with a start
She's right there
You tell your heart
That you'll always be there
You go back to bed
Writhing in pain
Put a gun to your head
And remember the name
you pull the trigger
a loud bang sound
And your name, Is Tigger
Piglet watches you hit the ground
oh the most wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things, their tops are made of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs they're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is that i'm the only one, i'm.. the only one. and your life fades to black
he heard a sound
a loud bang
the pot hits the grou
don't hang updare the phone ring at such an hour,don't hang up2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
only in the middle of the night;
no, don't pick it up, wait until
tomorrow morning to see what they have to say.
hours pass, for dawn peers through the windows
and the phone won't stop shouting, it'll
goodbye, and i wish you farewell--
underneath the grandest of fears,
persistently, they will call.
Do It AgainYou reach your hand outDo It Again5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the first thing you see.
The only problem you have
Is that first thing was me.
You stare up at me
With begging blue eyes,
Hoping I'd save you
From your certain demise.
I take your hand softly
And offer a smile,
But what lies in wait
Is awful and vile.
I grip your hand harder,
Then take off my cover.
What lies beneath
Can make Satan shudder.
A smile etched in flesh.
Eyes of a killer.
No kindness to show.
I look worse than Thriller.
My face cracks a grin
And before I let go
I say ' Never trust friends
That you think that you know.'
I loosen my grasp
And as you descend
I can't help but think
'Let's do it again!'
Egy elveszett lelekEgy elveszett lélekEgy elveszett lelek1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sötét volt aznap este a szobában.
Nem égett a lámpa világító fénye.
Valahogy olyan volt az az este,
Mintha minden ki lenne égve.
Valahol még zakatol egy erős szív,
Néhol még felbukkan egy-egy hang.
A távolban lehullik az utolsó fej is,
Gyilkoltak, de mégsem szól a harang.
Ezek uralkodnak e zordon éjjelen.
Egy elveszett lélek bandukol mégis
Túljutva a sorson, karmán,végzeten.
Ő csak jó akart lenni, ő megpróbálta,
De az elméje már régen feladta.
Így úgy döntött, egyszerűbb lesz,
Ha az egész világot lemészárolja.
Sötét volt a szoba, egy kislány reszketett.
Tudta, hogy már csak ő kell neki,
Az elveszett lélek rá szomjazik,
Az ő tiszta, ártatlan vére
Face in the WindowFace in the WindowFace in the Window4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was sitting in my parlor;
Feeling lonely, sitting there one and only,
When the clock by the door struck eleven.
Then the wind began to moan.
Not so long ago, I lost her;
Then she left me feeling so lonely,
To ascend to her reward in Heaven.
I put aside my book;
I turned to the window to look,
And I beheld her face there,
Looking inward at me.
“Clarissa, if only you could be here!
You must remember that you were so dear.
Still I know that it cannot be.”
“Edward, I need you to be near!
There is a way; but, promise not to fear.
Then we will be together in the sky.”
I feared not how nor why;
I knew well that I had to die.
So I vowed to come when the hour was right.
“I shall await you in Heaven,” she said at last;
Then she left me alone again through that night.
SOMETHING STRANGEMy parents & I moved to a distant city suddenly,SOMETHING STRANGE1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They bought an old big home for themselves & me.
Seldom were they free from their new jobs,
So I lived there lonely
Like an itch in your body
That you cannot reach.
It was just another afternoon,
I returned home earlier from school,
As dark as the bottom of a well
The entrance floor stood,
But all the other floors above had lights
As of dawn beyond the tomb.
“Mom, mom! Dad!” I yelled.
I heard someone’s shrill sing-song voice,
“Yeeeeees, sweaty? are you home already?”
I knew my parents were there, they must be.
I could tell as confidently as you can tell
that this day will end with a night.
I ran up the stairs faster than thought.
Just as I touched the door handle,
I heard the front door creak open,
I ran down the stairs faster than time,
It was the first time that time allowed mother
to meet me since we moved hither.
I remembered to glance back at the door upstairs,
I saw something stranger than a wedding
SestinaI never quite understood love,Sestina3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emotion that shatters easily, like glass.
I stare blankly at the broken mirror--
Those sharp edges, never did I learn to trust
The feelings in my heart--
Instead, it remains stone cold.
I carry in my chest a block of ice, it is cold.
Try as you may, it will never be thawed by love.
It is quiet and still, my heart,
But it is likely to break like glass.
You, I’d never trust.
The eyes are the soul’s mirror.
I do not cast a reflection in the mirror,
I am snow-pale, and like my heart, my skin is ice cold.
I’m not one that you should trust,
Even if you claim to love--
I could break you like glass
And eat out your heart.
I’m not really interested in your heart.
In your eyes, the room is mirrored--
Be careful, you may cut your fingers on broken glass,
And I’m sure by now you’re feeling cold.
You’ve tried your hardest to win my love,
But all I’ve done is betray your trust.
I’m not su
Battlefield - PoemA clear night sky,Battlefield - Poem2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a spooky silence,
Shooting stars that fly,
Bring a peaceful sense.
A shrill scream,
Echoes through the night,
Follows a bloody dream,
And a scarring sight.
The moon stains red,
As metal clashes and cling,
Death silently treads,
As shouts of pain sing.
Remember this day,
As blood stains the grass,
Death centers this play,
Although, as real as glass,
The battlefield remains forever dark and grey.
Forgotten Wishing WellNear the bottom of the gardenForgotten Wishing Well1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dug deep into the hardy ground
there stands a special wishing well
not many folk know it`s around
three feet wide, with it`s sides so straight
very deep you can`t see it`s base
I'm sure if you looked hard enough
you`d be able to see a face
as I have said to you before
this is a very special well
when the new moon is shining bright
drop two coins in and make a spell
if the new moon is bright enough
then your little spell will come true
but please be very careful now
once started you`re to see it through
if you refuse to complete it
there`s a forfeit for you to pay
this may not be very pleasant
but I'm sure you will find a way
take care my inquisitive friend
that`s why the wishing well is here
down the bottom of the garden
no one will see you disappear!!
Stories with a twist are great fun to do!
© Lissie Bull 2013
Creepy Pasta Poems"In your dreams is where he sleepsCreepy Pasta Poems1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man in black with no face
Slowly comes closer towards you he creeps
Now you have that metallic taste
As he lifts you off the ground
You can then see an orifice
And by tomorrow shall never be found."-Slenderman
"Silently he stalks you for days in a row
You remind him of someone he cared for
He watches you go insane so slow
But now that your body lays on the floor
You can see two speckled eyes
One green and one blue..." -Nathan the Nobody
"A smile big and wide
While you lay asleep in peace
So there's no wait as he comes inside
Creeping ever so gently so when you see
He will carve s smile on you
And on me." -Jeff-fa-fa the Killer
"Your on your way home where he waits
In the darkest corners where you can not find him
Opening the door darkness elates
He waits to commit his sin
As you settle down inside you suddenly find you are
piggypiggy5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dark red tar, dripping black
Pierce the neck and burn the back
Strips of bacon, slaughter the pig
Give him the shovel, make him dig
It doesnt matter how you feel
Just stab the piggy, make him squeal
Bound him up above the fire
Dance around til he expires
Rip him down and start the feast
Stupid fucker's good at least
Saviors: Part OneThe day started offSaviors: Part One2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So pretty and bright
The sky was pearlescent
With many clouds in sight
The spires stood tall
The trees bearing fruits
The pond full of life
With fishes and newts
The pretty blossoms bloomed
Over the meadowy hill
There was a perfect breeze
That gave a slight chill
All of us angels
Disguised in human form
In the wonderful norm
We huddled around
The throne made of gold
To revere our creator
From the tales of old
After we prayed
And humbly adored
The one we call God
The good times soared
He permitted us to revel
And celebrate our love
That we have for each other
And him up above
We were laughing and singing
Having a blast
But it all fell apart
It happened so fast
The sky changed quickly
To colors of read
Gray like ash
And black like lead
Just then we were ambushed
By the ones from below
I don't mean Earth
And I think you know
That I speak of demons
Spawn of old Nick
Also known as Lucifer
The Master of Trick
As I watched my comrades
Get flanked from beh
ParasiteWhy can I not seeParasite2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your rude parasite?
It would make you blee-
d, absent from light.
Oh, just look at this,
it had missed your pith.
The creature had, onto you, failed to latch
and instead, writhed within this fleshy patch
and to think that it
only wanted to coexi-
st. Her, in no mood,
had murdered thee.
fates snip woefully
Nobody ever trusts a parasite,
whether or not it hurt, fear you incite
But that is okay,
cadavers will teach.
On this tray you lay,
give your silent speech,
and I'll gain knowledge
to pass to my kids
My twinkling scalpel runs so silver
This information you shall deliver
DarknessAll I have to borrowDarkness1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all I have to lie
Will not see tomorrow
Cause I will slowly die
Everybody can see me
But nobody can hear
The monster I will be
Althought the time is near
The spirits are on my side
They get me to their throne
But now I have to hide
Cause they will never leave me alone
There is a light
I can´t believe the sun rises
Yes, I have to fight
Therefore my darkness dies.
A Jeff the Killer poemA Jeff the Killer poem2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You sit at your desk,feeling alone
Staring up at the screen,chilled to the bone
You’ve never been afraid of death or a fight
Not even the Boogeyman who comes late at night
But this,my friend,is a new kind of scare
That makes your hands tremble - A fright quite rare
You wanna scream cuz it might save your life
But he’s already here and he took your parent's lives
Tears stream down as you stare at his eyes
His big,bloody smile grins wide as you cry
He whispers a sentence so eerie and deep
Coming close to your body,he says, “Go to sleep.”
He lunges and you scream and STAB~! goes the knife
First your heart,then your brain and there goes your life
He stares at your blood,mouth watering in delight
You were so easy to kill! No shouts and no fight
He brings the warm blood up to his lips
That metallic taste he drinks in sips
So ends this poem and begins the night
I doubt the next victim is going to survive.
It ConsumesThe void of nothingness,It Consumes3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The void of emptiness,
it consumes me,
The void of darkness,
The void of the unknown,
It consumes my soul,
I'm trapped within,
Can you hear me?,
No one will aid me,
It consumes my mind,
Found myself within,
Alone as ever before,
And it consumes my body.
Someday SoonSomeday SoonSomeday Soon4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay in rest I suddenly awaken.
I look up and am suddenly shaken.
A creature appears deformed and misshapen.
I feel cold and alone, lost and forsaken.
I shake and stutter “Who is there?”
The figure reveals a face with no care.
Empty the face, black eyes, blank stare.
The creature exhales, cooling the air.
The creature’s own body looks dead and broken.
Scarred and gray, it delivers no token.
No greeting, no gift, no words were there spoken.
The creature then moved in silence unbroken.
Crawling across the ceiling it came.
Closer and closer it whispered my name.
Gently it whispers “Come, come, no fear, no shame.”
“Come closer, come here!” It then screamed in vain.
I shrink in fear, deeper and deeper.
I am afraid of this ghastly creature.
What being is this to come and seether?
The creature now crawls steeper and steeper.
Its face now stretches and tears before me.
Such a grotesque sight to see.
I’m trapped, I’m frozen,
Beyond NameThrough time beyond reckon I have slumbered,Beyond Name4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knowing mountains before they earned names--
‘Neath the brine-laden shore
Near the Earth’s molten core
Where no mortal may ever lay claim.
(Though the wind o’er the vales where titans once lumbered
Still speak of the void whence I came)
And my scions were born of the silence,
Bringing night and its tenebrous haze—
Vast projections, foregone
Of old chasm’s deep yawns,
Bodies racked in a chronic malaise.
(Though the tempest’s eye blinks, it speaks of such violence
And rages unyielding for days)
I have pondered the crawling ascension
Of such apes that now call themselves “Man”—
Whose primordial strain
Has infected each vein
Hence beheld without wisdom or plan.
(I shudder as then in such cold apprehension,
The wanton destruction I scanned)
As their conflagrant march waxed eternal
In my fear I at last had resigned
That my only choice left
Was to live thence bereft
Of those things that w
Who Knocks?Who Knocks?Who Knocks?4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the light of the streetlamps was low;
When the light of the moon lost its glow;
Then I sat in my parlor to ponder
What this life we lived was for.
The fire was burning low in my hearth;
I began to ponder about my death.
Was there really a life after or not?
But I thought that I would never know.
Suddenly there was a knocking at my door.
A faint knock as by a woman’s or a child’s hands;
Still, I feign could understand
Why someone would call on me at this hour.
But I stood up to see,
Wondering still who could call on me;
And I reached and turned the knob.
Standing in the door was a maid,
With long raven hair, who said,
“Many years ago, when the fields and I both flowered,
You knew me; and I loved you.”
So I stood and wondered, and I tried to recall;
Although something in me told me it was true.
Slowly, faintly, I heard a name:
It was Frieda Reidenauer.
Then, I realized that she was dead;
The Murderer's Spousea groaning wheel, you slink from bed sated,The Murderer's Spouse1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and our strain aims squarely for the temple.
elevators scare us silly, migraines
are ground floors – the boxes have grown tenfold,
suddenly vagabonds, cancerous stalks.
you crave outlets for your needed musings,
whether gold plated or a pagan toy,
as the curtains are drawn this fine Thursday.
hobble downstairs in those faded blue shoes,
walk, grab the pitcher, and the tea's duller.
scream – pour it into my abandoned mug.
long years take less hikes to make, nowadays.
we danced nocturnes atop our era's bones.
your lover is dead, which comes as The Chair -
electrocution without shock (that's me.)