The Horror Inside
rose_lepinski
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Lost Thinker
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Poetry Contest Description
sit home alone and read this then tell me you dont have the littlest bit of feeling as if someone is with you
Waking up in the middle of the night
Feeling as if you are being watched
Walking down the stairs
Feeling like you're being followed
Home alone and cabnit doors open and close by themselves
Footsteps follow behind you
You try to hide
But they know your every move
creek creek
Down the stairs
You think you're safe in a hidden closet
You're holding your breath
Trying not to make a sound
The door opens
You're found
Feeling as if you are being watched
Walking down the stairs
Feeling like you're being followed
Home alone and cabnit doors open and close by themselves
Footsteps follow behind you
You try to hide
But they know your every move
creek creek
Down the stairs
You think you're safe in a hidden closet
You're holding your breath
Trying not to make a sound
The door opens
You're found
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Hi rose_lepinski...is this a competition or do you just want comments on that?
Anonymous
I don't have the littlest bit of feeling as if someone is with me.
rose_lepinski
Joined 24th Sep 2014
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Lost Thinker
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competition
rose_lepinski
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Lost Thinker
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If you didnt feel like that then you obviously dont fear easily because i sent that poem to so many of my friends when they were home alone and they felt like someone was behind them
lepperochan
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Guardian of Shadows
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I felt it!! like someone was there, do I win ?
Anonymous
I am poet, I fear nothing.
Post some guidelines, tell the people what you want them to write, and then.... they will come.
Post some guidelines, tell the people what you want them to write, and then.... they will come.
Anonymous
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PsychicApocalypse
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Darker Half
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The tension in the room,
so tangible,
you're able to hold it in your hands.
That prickly feeling,
at the base of your spine,
that you can't stand.
The hairs on your neck,
stand at the cold rush.
You want to scream,
but you hold it in as much.
No noise,
not a sound,
just the ticking of the clock.
You know some one's there,
that you can't see it,
plotting to attack.
Just watching you,
observing you,
like a predator,
loving the way you cringe,
at the dropping of the
room's tempreture.
The muteness of the air,
the hearing of,
the beating of, your own pulse.
The pale staleness
in mouth,
running out,
of your skin, on impulse.
The quiet solitude,
taking it's toll.
Your head is breaking,
aching,
as the demon behind you
drools to reap your soul.
Just kidding,
maybe he's not behind you,
maybe he's beside you,
infront of you,
uptop,
down low.
You may never know.
Scared yet?
No?
Well, just turn of the light,
and listen to the silence.
kriticool
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@PsychicApocalypse
In the context of what you posted, I'm thinking you meant TANGIBLE
TANGABLE deals with a space shuttle or space station's ability to accommodate and dispense to its crew orange juice-type drinks. Not to be confused with TANGYBULL which has several meanings, one including SPICY BEEF.
that's all, hope it helps...we now return to the Horror Inside
lepperochan
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Not cool, Kriticool. I felt someone first ..there coulda been two, I can't remember 'cos I was stiff
what the hell, an old one read by the lovely Jesta
A pair of eyes
And lying there between sleep and wake
when shadows darted to and fro
and grave notions ebbed and flowed
until time stood still
a pair of eyes peeked through the drapes
searching out and honing in
on the stench of fear that had begun
to fill my chamber
I felt my helpless body rise
those eyes they held a scornful gaze
and in those eyes I saw a pyre
licked by flames of hell's own fire
not a single word could pass my lips
Christ those eyes they hypnotized
stripped me of my mortal flesh
spun my bones and locked my grip
and just like that the eyes were gone
away they strayed I was alone
alone and scared and scarred and pale
but glad I lived to tell this tale
http://youtu.be/Bp4gk9tEF-w
what the hell, an old one read by the lovely Jesta
A pair of eyes
And lying there between sleep and wake
when shadows darted to and fro
and grave notions ebbed and flowed
until time stood still
a pair of eyes peeked through the drapes
searching out and honing in
on the stench of fear that had begun
to fill my chamber
I felt my helpless body rise
those eyes they held a scornful gaze
and in those eyes I saw a pyre
licked by flames of hell's own fire
not a single word could pass my lips
Christ those eyes they hypnotized
stripped me of my mortal flesh
spun my bones and locked my grip
and just like that the eyes were gone
away they strayed I was alone
alone and scared and scarred and pale
but glad I lived to tell this tale
http://youtu.be/Bp4gk9tEF-w
Muggle
The Word And Verse
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The Word And Verse
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yo! ...that guy ^ just whoa!
kriticool
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Fire of Insight
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Hahaha.. yeah...all in good fun, that guy.
Cousin Stiffy stifling the thread with a power move(some Jesta-lite).
EVEN rose took a powder...
Though I guess that drop can be construed as a "teaching moment"
Good work sir
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Hahaha.. yeah...all in good fun, that guy.
Cousin Stiffy stifling the thread with a power move(some Jesta-lite).
EVEN rose took a powder...
Though I guess that drop can be construed as a "teaching moment"
Good work sir
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BoFantastic
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I read the poem and was not spooked in the least bit. Were you listening to Rockwell,"Somebody's Watching Me?" Or Sesame Street's Count Dracula? It's like kindergarten poetry. But good luck to you in your writing.