ManeaterManeater1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
Bloody Lips I want to murder you.Bloody Lips 2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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!
It's Just Show BizThe final act is finally here.It's Just Show Biz3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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...
PoisonHow many years has it beenPoison4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
BeginningsTears of loneliness flow from my empty heartBeginnings5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dismal future visible to all,
& the companion I seek remains banished from my side
My tears flow, no one cares
Yet, I cannot escape. Hopes fade,
Illicit dreams replace my sanity
Haste. The plan will work
My mind wanders, & cravings build
Everything is clear to me, dead will rise,
Love is near & forbidden,
Still, my void eludes your touch.
Words cannot replace your soul
Torment defies reality, your grave waits
Implements of your resurrection cleansed by fire,
Sacred texts defy God.
Inside this tomb my love calls
Your pale flesh will rise,
Azathoth, Please, Azathoth.
Under the moonlight your body lays
Crimson stained eyes await my elixir,
Come to me…
Awaken on my cold slab, live again
Lighting fills the sky
Gods’ anger erupts
Silence, scenes of my failure overflow.
The first experiment has failed
& your lifeless body remains before me
My pleas; ignored once again,
Clarity reigns, another pure soul is required
& my compani
Blood Upon the FlowersThere's blood upon the flowers for the flowers aren't so sweet. They grew from pain and suffering without a trace to be seen. Many who have seen this flower finds their life runs short. For the flowers known as Nightshade are often not so sweet.Blood Upon the Flowers1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
NightmareNightmareNightmare1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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......
Theme Prompt - NightmareIt rises from the deepTheme Prompt - Nightmare1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 Night Has Many EyesThe Night Has Many EyesThe Night Has Many Eyes1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
I Am The DarknessI am the darkness,I Am The Darkness1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Svartscaw CrowlichThe crow's eye glints sentiently,Svartscaw Crowlich1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gifted with his fierce wisdom;
The mouth mutters anciently-
Formed spells, revealing black gum.
Calling out with voice of crow,
He summons the large, dark wings;
Shooting forth with strength of bow,
He walls up his strength in rings.
The arrow flies through dark gates,
Illuminating its path;
White light in black, bloody fates
Follow beasts in his hot wrath.
His opposing element,
The teeth of the earth, hard rock;
Bowels of stone he has rent,
To rid that his will does block.
He flies in the night pitch black,
Full moon strengthens his hunger;
Swooping with the rain t'attack,
They both fall to crow-monger.
Cloaked man, arrow, crow, or lich;
Their arms could not be blunter,
For spirits they cannot reach.
Unscrupulous killer of
The living rot of the earth;
Unforgivables his love
Wrenched away, stealing life-worth.
He persists only to cause
The swift deaths of the unjust,
Sending hordes to brimstone's maws
'Till he'll release self to
The Phoenix of Blades…You run all these tests again and again,The Phoenix of Blades2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
no refugeI walk dead among the living.no refuge2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Tempptress of the NightWith my heart dripping redTempptress of the Night2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
She WantsShe Wants by J.A. GrierShe Wants2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She wants to hold what she can’t have.
Her hands are cold, her eyes are mad.
The night wind creeps and calls her there,
and as he sleeps she strokes his hair.
To brush his lips, a kiss of fire,
her mind rips with crossed desires.
A cloudy thought of things long past
when love was wrought with him to last.
A nearer urge for life’s sweet thrum.
The want to purge the sense of numb.
Existence sick with loneliness
could change so quick with one, sharp kiss.
Sleeps in the dim beneath her gaze;
her lust for him cuts her two ways.
Her hand slides up his shoulder bare;
the demons chide to kiss him there.
Yet also, breath beneath her touch.
Would mean his death to want too much.
So with the brightening of the sky
here ends the night and she must fly.
Escape in vain to earth to rest;
trapped in pain and emptiness.
But she’ll return tomorrow eve,
to hate and yearn, to fight and grieve.
"She Wants" © J.A. Grier. All Rights Reserved - You must get writt
Hallelujah Because it's a cold eyeHallelujah 2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is all a lie
It's a torn and broken hallelujah
You see me standing here
Nothing but a receding tear
This is my crying hallelujah
Nothing you can do
But stand and burn down too
I can only whisper; hallelujah
Save me from the hell above
The darkest black in all love
Still screaming my bloody hallelujah
Hold me but I'll slip away
I don't want my yesterday
The memory of my hated hallelujah
Shaking; the stars moving, a sign?
Salt and blood combine
Nothing left of me but hallelujah
I'll be gone, gone astray
And I'm the one who'll pay
Killing me; my last breath of hallelujah
Let me go let me die
Don't worry, you'll get by
Here is my falling hallelujah.
An Indirect InvitationWelcome to the house of horrors ,An Indirect Invitation2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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,
The Stalker's BalladThey know you.The Stalker's Ballad2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
CreationTonight all my dreams will finally come trueCreation2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
A Very Creepy RhymeWhat's that in the mirror, out of the corner of your eye?A Very Creepy Rhyme2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
The Winter BansheeI feel the cold wind of winter,The Winter Banshee2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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?
Haunted SchoolhouseThe place was musty, filled with dust,Haunted Schoolhouse3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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,
The ritualThe ritual3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the wisdom of the ancient rite
The hooded crowd gathers watching
The fire in the midst of the sacred
Symbol, pulsating with dark power.
The Lord's bleeding star
Stained with hollow omens and blind
Terror in the moonless sky
From the shadows rises the painful choir.
In the darkess of the immense sky
Call for the King of deep Hell ripping
The rotten ground full of unholy sin.
Flail of mankind and his temptor
In the war between pleasure and purity
There's no place for any doubt.
Nell’antica saggezza del rito si
Raduna la folla di incappucciati
Osserva il fuoco al centro del sacro
Simbolo, pulsante di oscuro potere.
La stella sanguinante del Signore
Macchiata di cupi presagi e cieco
Terrore nella notte senza luna
Dalle ombre si innalza il dolente coro.
Nel buio dell’immenso spazio invoca
Il Re dei profondi Inferi squarciando
La terra marcia per l’empio peccato
Flagello dell’uomo e sua tentazione
Nella guerra tra piacere e purezza