BonnieLittle rabbit, how did you findBonnie3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yourself so lost within these walls
With echo'd laughter, woe betide,
Of times long past that of these halls?
Had they not watched you quite as close
As ought have in your world of play?
Do they not know you now repose
In dressings damp, and gel'd decay?
Had no one sought your tender fur,
Beneath that gaily painted stage?
And not a one could thus deter
The villain who had you led astray?
No, they knew not what should become
Of prey that finds its snapping jaws
Which fix to twist and rend the one
Who watches you behind the walls.
Though your vengence was complete
You skulk now with mechanical gait
I plead with you, "It wasn't me!"
And pray that you don't seal my fate.
But you don't want my sympathy,
Nor questions to delay your rap
Upon the door which shelters me
From a vindictive spirit's wrath.
Urged by the beatings of my heart,
With grinning bunny mouth agape
And eyes, a-twinkle in the dark,
You stare at me and wait.
The LakeI must share the sights I peered at that lakeThe Lake12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the jagged shoreline dwelled squamous toads
Under the waves, abhorred carven abodes
No one should see for their sanity's sake
Or guess at the rites these fish-men partake
Or what great ill the red sky at night bodes
How the mire hungers, and the coast erodes
And on full moon, ancient things come awake
Seen from a nearby cliff, some have whispered
The lake resembles a giant eel's maw
And once, worshipers by the lake will kneel
And start to chant so the Dweller is stirred
There is no use for man's morals, or law
When the Slitherer devours the Sun's wheel
Yule Rites'Neath boughs of millennial growth and heightYule Rites12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By a black lake, juts a rotting cottage
Fenced by patterns of fungi and herbage
That don't grow out of Nature's will and might
But follow forms of cold, distant starlight
In the hut, the Dweller guards a passage
To a realm of alien sacrilege
Whose gates swing open on Yuletide midnight
As auroras blaze, the lake starts to churn
And roil, as wicked monoliths surface
And the Gods that come when stars are aligned
And Polaris shines with a malign burn
They dance in rites of offending madness
Any who see Them will be struck blind!
Social DisconnectionSocial Disconnection1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A poem by Emma Lee Downs.
Summary: A creepypasta poem about not being able to disconnect from the internet.
Original Link 1: https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3224758/1/Social-Disconnection
By: Emma Lee Downs
Search, search, search the web,
For friends around the world,
Meet, Meet, Meet, Meet away,
Add new friends every day.
Know, Know, Know that you,
Are part of this virtual world,
Living, laughing, working, dancing,
No need to leave the room.
Try, try, try to get away,
There's no escaping now,
They've got you right where they want you,
No signing off allowed.
Try, try, try your best,
To break off from the web,
But that is where your life is,
You'll live here 'til the end.
Don't, don't, don't believe me,
Sign off anyway,
ScratchesThe family Crawford was a family of four, two parents and two daughters who were twins. The mother, Catherine Crawford, was a beautiful spiritual woman with reddish curled hair, pale and soft skin and the most dazzling blue eyes which were shinning like stars in the night sky. She had a passion for writing the most creepily mysterious ghost stories. James Crawford, the father, was a manly man despite being a bit scrawny, he was a man with characteristically bony facial features, he had more colour than his wife and he had dark black hair. He was a talented businessman who was very skeptical towards the paranormal.Scratches1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alice and Annabel Crawford were the two sunshines of the family, they looked just alike despite them having different hair colours. Annabel was a skinny and fragile girl, she had long blonde hair that could as well be described as white as a sheet.
Alice was a beautiful ballerina, she was a very talented one as well, mostly due to her gracefully elegant movements. Her light c
Hunter now Hunted((@MyCrappyPoetry)) Heyo it's that Jackass I-Might0Be-Wrong with yet another daily deviation of crappy poetry.Hunter now Hunted3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A midnight clock, I'm counting the seconds,
a hunter in the night, sensing your presence
Predator now prey, desperate for sunlight
Survival I pray for, through a bone chilling night
Never had hope, no escape from the dark
I've been caught by the hunter, he'll tear out my heart
AcheronAcheronAcheron3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The river of woe
Another name for the tears
Falling from faces hanging on walls
Death awaits the faces on the walls
The proof lay down at their feet
And beats in their chests
A Dream of the Old OnesOn many a night, I wake in a spasmA Dream of the Old Ones3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After seeing vistas of strange horror
Where ooze pelts the soil and weird things slither
Beneath skies, where dart beings so gruesome
As to cause utter terror and bedlam
In the dreamer's darkened lonely chamber
But a mind will truly unhinge after
Spying what flies from Yuggoth's dark chasm
Witnessing this foulness night after night
Is enough to harm even a stout mind
For Unnamable things rot all they touch
And the Old Ones that wake by wan moonlight
One day, their servants will enslave mankind
There is no rest after one sees too much
The Piper's LureIn a dream I happened upon a sightThe Piper's Lure3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Archaic ruins from the primordial dawn
Carved from basalt in aeons long bygone
They cast frightful shades in the pale moonlight
I wandered in, though the place was not right
A droning piping to which I was drawn
Pulled me hence to be either prey or pawn
To a dark temple, no matter my plight
Once there, I was beset by foul creatures
No man or beast, but wrought from oldest sin
Hurt badly, I had to flee the havoc
Yet when morn released me from the horrors
I woke pained, to find my chest covered in
Horrid wounds, as though ghoulish claws had struck
''Alices in Wonderland''Once upon a time in an ancient world that is rotten and gone''Alices in Wonderland''4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lived a lonesome, little dream; young as a fawn
The ignorant dream wished for some company
For friends, for love, for goodness and light harmony
The world in which the dream lived in
Was empty, empty, empty;
Not a soul nor corpse had existed on the earth in this lore,
And something to accompany the childish dream was what it yearned for.
For long, long while, it thought and it thought
And at last an idea came, just the one it had sought.
"If company will not approach me," it had said;
"Then I shall come to it instead!"
With a delighted laugh, the dream prepared a brighter world,
And soon a beautiful scenery had at last unfurled.
Giving life to the haunted country was the most perfect plan,
And its mysterious name was known as Wonderland.
After waiting and waiting, a being finally came,
The visitor was new, but full of fame.
Giggling with joy, the dream watched from afar.
And as a new story unfolded, a stalking something else
WickedHidden in the shadows I am here,Wicked5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thrown away and cast down from fear.
I was broken and insecure,
But I don't have to worry anymore.
I was cast down from grace,
Just because I was misplaced.
I became what you know as the wicked.
I didn't want to become the lone and twisted.
Well can't you see?
It was because of me.
That you were cast down ashamed,
And I'm the one blamed.
Hidden in the shadows I am here,
Thrown away and cast down in fear...
Strung Along IntroductionI can’t move, I haven’t been able to move since I arrived here. I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, I don’t even know how I’m still alive. Am I alive? How long has it been since I even took a breath? After a while you can’t tell anymore. After a few years you stop caring; and after that, there’s only one thing left. The one word that hasn’t abandoned you. “Why?”Strung Along Introduction5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to know, Why? I didn’t choose this, I didn’t want this, so Why am I paying for it? I did what was right, I did everything I had to, I’m a good boy… so Why do I hurt so much?
She’s dancing again. I can hear her music, I can see her shadow, I can smell her perfume. Why does she taunt me? Why?
Laying down in endless halls, the only sight the pitch black walls.
When every night your name is called, you chant that which on them is scrawled.
“Lost in time, lost in mind, not
I Am The KnaveI ask the hunter, “Who am I?”I Am The Knave5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He answered, “Rent for the month.
I asked the sheriff, “Who am I?”
he grunted, “From a murderous bunch”
I asked the judge, “Who am I?”
he decreed, “Now you're a jailbird”
I asked a prisoner, “Who am I?”
he sneered, “No one whom I've heard”
I asked the guard, “Who am I?”
he only screamed, “You there! Silence!”
I asked him again, “Who am I?”
But his breath, at last, was spent.
I smudged the blood upon the blade
and donned a mirthless grin.
I am your end. I am the knave.
The VeilIf you listen close enough you can hear the dead talkThe Veil1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just don't think its in your head when you hear footsteps behind you on the side walk
if you open your eyes you can see the shadows move across the wall
and in the skies you may catch the sight of a angel's fall
What if I told you that you aren't alone
Being watched when no one else is home?
What if I told you the things of nightmares were real
and they were waiting to pass through the veil?
If you opened your mind, you may actually see
that this isn't written just for poetry
UntitledI walk alone on hollow streets,Untitled1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shoulders heavy with burden,
Eyes forever at my feet,
Breath smelling of bourbon,
A wanderlust has taken over,
A feeling I can't explain,
How could I ever tell you of,
The plague inside my brain,
My heart no longer beats,
But pumps like a machine,
The mind is just a circuit board,
That no longer has the means,
To keep up with the daily tasks,
And taxation of my soul,
That ever dwindling energy source,
Which never has been whole,
The world is all I want for you,
A better dwelling for you to live,
A place that I just don't belong,
A life that I can't live,
Every time I'm comfortable,
I suddenly feel alone,
As I lay down to sleep at night,
I still don't feel at home,
There's a part of me that's lost,
Amongst the sands of time,
Until I get it back again,
It's to dangerous to be mine,
Forever I've been searching,
And never truly found,
A way to put the peg that's square,
Into a hole that's round,
I hope you'll understand in time,
Because I cannot begin to tel
PrescienceThree — the magic number, thricePrescience1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I dreamt of wrack and ruin, death
Apocalypse in fallen stone
Dust and pain in broken breath
I wrote it down, though I knew not
How it would yet affect myself;
The pages full, the book was closed
Unheeded, left upon the shelf
And then my journeys took me north
A mountain city by the sea
Where life and dream came face to face
And cognizance crashed over me
I stood there, struck and horrified
And saw it falling in my head
The waves of earth, the cries of fear —
I knew the names of all the dead
Like Cassandra, doomed to know
Foretelling dark presentiment
I learned to hate the unasked gift
To know, but never to prevent
The House on Menlough Hill (The Return)The House on Menlough Hill (The Return)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I swore I'd never visit that old dreadful house again,
the one that sits upon the hill, where legends twist and spin.
It's been three years since I transgressed that hilly, weedy trail.
The dreams still haunt my days and nights; that awful, shrilly wail.
My sense of logic tells me that the voice was Mrs. M.,
escapee from the state asylum, since been on the lam.
I don't believe in ghosts or ghouls or leprechauns and such.
Yet, what I sensed that fateful night still frightens me so much.
The thing that goads me onward in my foolish, silly quest,
is: How did Mr. Menlough die, and was his soul at rest?
Could it be his crazy wife had done him in unnoticed?
If she did the crime would be this town's most cruel and boldest.
I waited for a new moon eve when things were lit up well;
odd shadows cast on yonder hill, a distant clanging bell.
I make my way through brush and thorns just like I'd done before.
A sick'ning dread now fills my gut and rocks me to the core.
A hooting owl lets out her hoot
They Followed Me HomeI have visions of the devil over my bed as I fall asleepThey Followed Me Home1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I stopped asking if I die during the night for the lord to take my soul to keep
the more I seem to sow, the more something inside seems to reap
something I don't know lies under the skin and begins to creep
Maybe I'm a freak, the kind who plays in graveyards at night
Something wants blood to leak, as if it would make everything all right
in the darkness I wander and seek, trying to find some light
but monsters tend to sneak, I no longer put up a fight
not out of fright, instead I realize these beasts don't intend to harm me
sometimes they act out of spite, wanting to destroy people whether they intend hurt or charm me
strange bruises and bites that appear no longer alarm me
I just wish these monsters were here to get the people who hurt me to unarm me
something was set free in the graveyard and it followed me home
went inside all comfy and now I feel my body isn't my own
sometimes red is all I see, mumbling voices all I hear w
The Monster in the houseThe Monster in the house1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"There's a monster in our house mommy....
He is so.. so scary!
He hurts my badly.."
"Don't make up a story honey.
Work keeps mommy just too busy!
For your better life, mommy needs to make a lot of money!
Just grow up sweetie!"
dementiaHuff and puff you fucking pig. My house is built from the bones of your brothers. I pray for the day you knock on my door. I've fallen in love with the concept of killing you slow.dementia2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I dig my hole deeper and laugh as I do so. Consume me and ingest the poison I've eaten.
Back me into this corner, the walls will close in on us both. Light the candle at both ends and balance on a tightrope of tears.
Your bleeding heart pumps anti-freeze and your lips are coated in toxic venom. Kiss me you magnificent green-blooded bitch. Get off to my suffering and I will get off to yours. Lets take turns beating each other and coming crystals.
Keep your mind sharp but your daggers sharper. That creak in the hallway is my future ghost coming to survey you. Stare into the empty darkness and see through me as always. The whistle of the wind can be the soundtrack.
Halloween PoemI am that thing that you think you seeHalloween Poem2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
out of the corner of your eye
I am the figure at the end of the hall
I am the round yellow moon in the sky
I'm the painting on the wall that blinks
I'm your reflection that frowns at you
I am your house's howls and creaks
I am the moon that looks down on you
I am the chill that runs up your spine
I am that comfort that deceives you
I am the truth behind every lie
I am the warmth that leaves you
The Hell Refound The Hell refound.The Hell Refound2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little devils, demons in human skin,
No kin of my flesh nor blood.
Cognitive fools let us begin,
Unrighteous incinerate all as should.
The destruction seeds here sown,
On this ground standing ungodly demise.
Bestowed on thyself a crown,
Still pictured those precious lives.
Passion unfolding baring blame,
Love spread over many a fool.
Corrupted circumference high shame,
Broken the highest golden rule.
All the gifts of the unclean,
Mindfull of acts mindful of sin.
This dirty life this broken dream,
The biggest gifts destroyed within.
This Sufferance does not stain my soul,
The cowards the villains charred back.
For the fires here are under control,
The fires of hell are about to attack.
The guilty will be plagued,
None here free from sin.
The trusted will be safe,
Let the souls healing begin.
Lacking ControlBlood dripping from my lips,Lacking Control2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I smile feral at my victim,
His blood so good,
It slid down my throat so easily,
The liquid red and hot,
I moan as I swallow another mouthful,
I’m a starved creature,
Always needing to hunt,
Always needing to control myself,
Such a hard thing to do,
Something I lack of,
I bit down on the flesh again,
Letting blood flood my mouth,
A pleasure filled groan escaping,
Ecstasy running through me,
My eyes glowing bright in the night,
I’m a creature,
And a starved one at that.