Twinkle, Twinkle, Liddell StarTwinkle, twinkle, Liddell star,Twinkle, Twinkle, Liddell Star2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let's make haste and go to war.
Alice, don't you know, you're mad?
But we're all, so why so sad?
Take your Vorpal-Blade in hand
And snicker-snack through wonderland!
Take some heads, make a collection,
On the path to resurrection.
Or maybe it's the road to doom?
I know, i know, it's rather gloom.
But go now, child, there is no time,
Even for this little rhyme.
But well, you know, it was a killer,
More psychotic are just you,
On opium with caterpillar,
In Queensland with that bloody shrew.
Leave me now, you crazy cat,
With your silly hatter's hat,
And your pale-white rabbit-fur.
What I am talking?! It's a blur!
Just go away, you loony thing.
Cut and slice and kill something!
Trauma Of MindThis life continues on, leaving me far behind,Trauma Of Mind1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as I try to function while in this frame of mind.
Plagued by darkness, memories I don’t wish to see,
I am afraid of this unknown side of me.
Lashing out at the slightest touch or sound,
it's been two years since my disorder was found.
With a crashing noise I see nothing but red,
brought back to when I was a survivor among the dead.
My hands and legs loose control, I cant stop shaking,
sweat builds up as my heart begins racing.
We were fired at completely without warning,
shot down in the early hours of the morning.
So much shaking, shaking, always shaking,
with each new episode I can feel myself breaking.
Retreating into myself, waiting for it to pass,
all the while feeling as if I am made of glass.
Having suffered so long, I fear there's no escape,
with no telling how or when an attack will shape.
And if you thought that at night it's easier to bear,
not even in my own dreams am I safe there.
Tormented by nightmares that drive me to
Ode To NightgauntsOdeOde To Nightgaunts6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lo! They flutter their moth-like wings,
Of gossamer, through the still night air.
What care they of commoners and kings?
We mortals are merely simple things.
They haunt us whenever they dare.
If we should look them in the face,
We shall find no face at all.
Only a small, featureless head;
A grim aspect of something that be long dead.
Confronted, we can only stare.
I lie back upon my bed,
And shudder as though in a freezing wind.
To think that something so dark, so dread,
Could creep into my mind.
And the only peace that I may find
Must surely come at dawn.
For all dreams and dreamy things
Vanish in the morning air.
Inhumanher lips are blueInhuman1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her heart is black
she breaks the chains
and won't turn back
her face is pale
and cold as ice
she waits for summer
and pays the price
her eyes are dark
her hair is long
she dreams of warmth
but knows it's wrong
her knife is sharp
her hands are strong
she yearns for kindness
but doesn't belong
her stitches bleed
her heart doesn't beat
she wants to live
but tastes defeat
truly a pity
a girl so sweet
now a corpse
her lips were pink
her heart was red
we tore her down
and now she's dead
What is Wrong With Me?What is wrong with me?What is Wrong With Me?3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These thoughts, these feelings
I am alive, yet I don’t feel
What happened to me last night?
My mind a swirling reservoir of desire
Craving not you alone
But, your flesh like never before
Although, we have never met
I can feel your heartbeat
Hear your sweet elixir pulsate through your veins
Calling out to me
Whispering hints of the perfection you harbor
Come take me
Take all of me, I am yours
But, these thoughts, they haunt me
Draining the essence of my instincts to an almost animalistic state
Driving me to the edge of reason
Why do I not long for your touch?
Or the flavor of your inner thighs
Strangely, I cannot remember anything like that
Or who you are for that matter
I just know you exist
Wandering out there waiting to complete me
I am drawn by the scent of your mental decay
The forbidden nectar that I long to taste
The tissue I long to devour
My lips moisten at the hint of your flesh
Will you let me ravage you?
Let us become one
I must break through thi
The Shadow The ShadowThe Shadow1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once upon the day setting, while I sat, in thought and writing
many a long and descriptive word,
As I wrote, rapidly rhyming, at once there came a sound,
as if one were trying to tell me, tell me by my window pane.
"'Tis by my dreams," I thought, "that someone speaks by my window.
Only that, and nothing else."
I could quite easily describe to you the day
when the children did play.
Greatly do I wish to forget- gravely did I try to set
from my mind that bet- bet I for revenge against she,
she who the demons did send to me:
Nothing to anyone else but me.
The quickened quiet, but noticeable, whisper of the glass
startled me- shook me with a fear unexplainable,
so that I now, along with the hearth fire crackle, prayed:
"'Tis but by my dreams that someone speaks by my window,
some strange illusion that has someone speaking by my window!
Let it be only that- and nothing else!"
And by each moment did I grow more afraid, shaking more all the longer
that there I did sit. Now
MisericordiaDrifting lights sway beneath the murky veil.Misericordia1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Beneath the currents, even light must die.)
Denied their final mercy, houses lost
And forsaken, eyes weeping shards of glass,
Stare mournfully at one another from
Street to drowned street. In waking dreams, they see
Cataclysm, a world dragged through the Mouth —
Dragged into the endless oblivion.
The Bunny Man: An Urban Legend1The Bunny Man: An Urban Legend3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beware the bunny man, my dears,
Beware his clever ruse,
Beware the man of all our fears
We hear upon the news.
Because I fear for all of you
Who dare to go at night,
Because I fear and often rue
The day he took his flight.
The two eloping teens had lost
Their way into the wood,
Because their car had broken down
With smoke inside the hood.
And so they walked until they found
Somebody's cabin light
Within the windows' curtained round,
To them a blesséd sight.
They crept and ventured with a knock,
And once the door had oped, *
They asked the woodsman for his help
And hoped and hoped and hoped.
The man acquiesced and took them in
And bade them, "Sit and eat.
I want to know what happened, so
I'll get you on your feet."
The girl could only blush in shame
T' explain the reason why
They came into the woods so late;
The boy said with a lie,
"We got a flat a couple miles
Away from here
One Night in the WoodThere’s a mysterious sound in wood tonight. People would hear it and cower in fright.One Night in the Wood3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tis not a laugh or scream, but something in between.
A vacant village, once young and bright, now lays about, in lament and fright.
No men, no women, only children reside, their parents gone, like the morning tide.
One by one, they vanished at first. Then two by two they went and cursed.
This went until only one remained. A man of the holy, whose wife had been claimed.
His daughter, now scared for mother, ran to the woods, in fear of losing another.
In the wood she found the place all had feared, a small cottage with windows that leered
From within came the sound from before, now loud and hard to ignore.
With the break of a twig, all fell silent. The woman froze in fear, her heart now
From the door came a sound, like the devil would make; one that makes even men shiver and quake.
A cackle that was quiet and low, soon now came from deep below.
Then life had been brought to the root
The Ghostly ChainsAll the things I have created,The Ghostly Chains1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Magic scrolls and spells alike!
But my fame – exterminated!
Treacherous the dark fate's strike!
All my magic, all this power,
Gone forever, lost in time!
Driven to this hidden tower,
I dwell alone in dust and grime.
Darkness grows within my heart,
The evil that I fight!
Every day, there dies a shard,
But still, I hunger for the light!
Changes come and decades go
And just regrets remain.
In the stream of time, its flow,
There is just one way to regain.
In the shadows I've decided,
All the world shall pay the price!
With the undead I have sided
And my heart, it turns to ice.
Unseen chains are holding me,
The ghosts of deeds gone wrong.
Nevermore I can be free,
I'm just a wraith, a dead man's song.
Everything I have forsaken,
So much more I must endure.
Left for dead, just to awaken
Blackness, nightmares, the obscure!
So I'll lock myself away,
My soul inside a book.
Necromancy is the way,
To take with force what they once took!
Hate and anger fuel my c
Wasted lifeA flower pickedWasted life3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Roots no more
It soon will fade
On the floor
Zwischen/World (Bilingual) English/GermanIn the land of almost nightZwischen/World (Bilingual) English/German2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wander through the somewhat dark.
Every step a newborn fright,
Jeder Schritt knarrt wie ein Sarg.
There is a castle on the hill,
Inmitten tiefer Wälder still,
Where no lights are ever seen
Und doch steigt Rauch aus dem Kamin.
Ich geh drauf zu, It draws me near,
I'm reaching wooden portals.
Ich fühle mich willkommen hier,
In fog, entrückt, away from mortals.
The hall is old and full of dust,
I'm feeling rather strange.
Ich geh die Treppe rauf in Hast,
Die Gallerie ist soon in range.
Whispering rings everywhere,
Mit Stimmen wie aus einer Mär,
As the worlds are shifting, turning,
Ich seh des Kosmos Feuer burning.
Ein Irrgarten, kein Weg hinaus A labyrinth, no way outside
Und immer tiefer rein. And always deeper in.
The worlds a flowing in a drowse, Die Welten sind wie Fl
Chester Oakes' PilgrimageChester Oakes’ PilgrimageChester Oakes' Pilgrimage1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Mythos and Byronesque verse
When our days are dull, tediously dull,
When we lack that wondrous thrill,
When we desire our days to be full,
Then we breathe deep and summon our will.
We gaze through the window pane,
Long and far into the space beyond;
We drift away, by imagination or in a dream,
Whilst our bodies lie tired and still.
Perchance, we see a faraway land
Like a shadow, lying beyond our sight,
Where a tall, dark, dense forest stands;
A vast, unfathomable grove of night.
Soon, so soon, we feel close-up;
The forms are near and clear.
Yet the nature that grows in this wood
Fills our hearts with awe and fear.
So, on such a night as I have told,
Then Chester Oakes lay upon his bed;
The sky grew dark, the window outside blew cold;
They made Chester feel weak and old,
And perchance nearly dead.
Yet, he closed his eyes and breathed deep,
And soon he drifted into a deep sleep;
Then, he dreamed of the place I have said.
Ring around the rosiesRing around the rosiesRing around the rosies4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pockets full of posies
we all fall down.
Ring around the rosies
sky is full of crowsies
They all swoop down.
Beaks peck at the rosies
flesh ripped off the bodies
snip drip snip drip
birds gulp down.
No rings nor any rosies
they're all inside the crowsies
bones laying around.
The Vampire's AnthemTo no one I kneel.The Vampire's Anthem3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against all I fight.
Such is my fate
as a creature of the night.
My skin so pale,
almost pure white.
My eyes so red
to give humans a fright
for they knew not
who I was at first sight.
Now, it's too late.
Into their neck I bite.
Draining them of blood
is an utter delight
which I enjoy
'til the breaking of dawn's light
of which I flee
at the very sight.
Scary Valentine's Day poemValentine's Day is almost here.Scary Valentine's Day poem1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A day of hearts, candy, and cheer.
But also a day of morbid fear.
For you may be rejected by your (insert description word here) peer
But that won't happen, I'm sure of that.
Because by then the carpet will be stained with red,
And you, well you'll be dead.
The fear withinI can learn to live with the steady ticking of fearThe fear within2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trickling down my collarbone.
I can cope with the dark's dark soul.
Instinctively I know I'm being watched
But it won't pounce until you let it.
I can survive the steady creaking of the ghouls on the wooden hill.
The constant hanging dampness ceases to chill.
What I can't stand
Is the fear that I am just another Lucifer.
It's not the fear without.
It's the fear within.
The Wait of ForeverThe Passenger travels, the Mollusc licksThe Wait of Forever3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Blind ponders, the Needler pricks
Forever we waited for It to fix
And hither we stood 'til time was nix
A universe, come n' gone, we waited
It's stalled for long; It's belated
It left us, death we've been fated
We seethed and loathed, long we've hated
We wonder and question, we've lost our way
Why won't It come? Why won't it stay?
We have no longer time with worlds to play
Come 'ere, come now, or whisk away
The CottageThe CottageThe Cottage3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From a poem by Coleridge
She lived in a solitary cottage made of stone,
Along a long, narrow, forgotten path;
Nobody came by to visit,
To share with her or to make her laugh.
Nor did anyone know anything about her,
How long she lived there, or why;
The lass lived in lonely isolation,
Remote from the roving eye.
Then, one evening in October,
When the leaves had fallen from their trees,
A lad of eighteen chanced along the path,
Hoping to enjoy the evening breeze.
He discovered the cottage standing alone there;
But, traversing it, he saw something new.
There lay in the earth behind it
A freshly covered grave or two.
He wondered who had lain within them,
But his fear warned him not to explore.
So he turned and ran from the cottage;
To return there never more.
'Twas the Night Before Krampus‘Twas the Night Before Krampus'Twas the Night Before Krampus2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house all the children were waiting, even their pet mouse. No stockings were hung by the chimney with care, because old Santa Claus wold not be there. The parents were gone, nowhere to be found. This frightened the children though they did not make a sound. They hid in the corner, away, out of sight. Away from the windows and away from the lights.
Suddenly out of nowhere arose such a clatter. Quick! Off to the roof to see what was the matter. They climbed up to the roof all frozen in fear, though looking around they saw nothing was near. The moon shining brightly, the new fallen snow, the children just stood there in the harsh Winters glow.
Then, what to their wondering eyes should appear, but a creature so cold, unfriendly, and feared. The children tried screaming, but nothing came out. They were backed into a wall with no way to get out. They closed their eyes tight with each step that it made.
No EscapeRubies graced her fingers and lips.No Escape3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The bright silk of her crimson dress turned dark
By the dew of the garden’s grass.
Her slippers turned thick by the moist earth.
Her mask turned blindfold by her tears.
The darkness turned prison around her.
“No escape, my love.”
Within, the masque went on without her.
A violin screamed briefly above the beguiling music,
Victim to a novice’s too proud hand.
A man of blurring shades of black and white
Danced against the wind that clawed
The warmth free of her blood.
“No escape, my love.”
He sang to her as he grasped her arms,
The heat of his fists doing naught to
Protect her from the cold.
Ruby stained the emerald grass.
In the distance, an owl caught a wayward dove
That ought not to have flown at night.
Schatten ueber InnsmouthAuf dem Grund der Meere,Schatten ueber Innsmouth2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Schlafen in der See,
Der Tiefen Wesen Heere
Im alten R’lyeh.
Sie warten auf die Sterne,
Die niemals untergehen,
Bis sie in der Ferne
Wieder richtig stehen.
Dann wird dort aus Ruinen
Und Jene, die ihm dienen,
Erneut auf Erden gehen.
Vater Dagon mächtig
Erhebt sich aus der Bucht
Und Mutter Hydra prächtig
Entsteigt der tiefsten Schlucht.
Gleich den schwarzen Wogen,
Ist bald die ganze Welt
Von Fischmenschen durchzogen,
Von Wahn und Leid entstellt.
Sie werden dann regieren
Wo wir jetzt Herrscher sind,
Die Menschheit ganz negieren,
Bis selbst des Todes Zeit verrinnt.
The House of Night MoonMarked with the crescent moon,The House of Night Moon3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blessed by the goddess of moon,
No fangs to bite my vampire moon,
All eyes on a good or evil moon,
A path chosen and living by moon,
Daylight runs away from new moon,
tattoos that kiss around your moon,
all that you learned under full moon,
make you an adult vampire of each moon.
The Music of Erich ZannYou play the violin of fateThe Music of Erich Zann3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With matchless, driven haste,
In the midnight hour late,
A song amorphous and displaced!
All the windows open wide,
You play, you play, you play!
You let the madness in and glide
Into the dreamlands far away.
You play the violin of things
Unspoken in the dark,
On your eldritch, howling strings,
That rip the space-time right apart.
You play the symphony of doom,
Beyond the purple ray!
O lunacy outside this room!
The vortex swirls, you play, you play!
Screeching, twisting dies the mind,
You play insanity!
Of the cosmic, starbound kind,
The gibbous inhumanity!
Blasphemous your fingers jerk,
In ecstasy and loathful chants!
Like a cultist in his work,
You play of fungi, serpents, plants!
You play with moonshine in your eyes,
Beyond the mortal realm,
Of the nameless things that rise;
You play, you play, to overhelm!
It echos through the spectral haze,
To Yuggoth's unnamed shores!
You play, you play, you play – you gaze!
My head! My god! The open doors!