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Just a childish nightmare

ilovescarystories
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Poetry Contest

A child hood memory
Hey guys ! ^^ we all have nightmares as kids. I would like to hear a nightmare you had as a child in poetry form. You could show how you overcame your nightmare and it can be literal or figurative. Nightmares come in many different ways, it could be a actual dream you had or something that troubled you greatly.
Have fun ^^
Rules- up to 2 poems if desired
          Should be honest and frightening

ilovescarystories
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Which ever you prefer ^^

vortexman
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____________"Dark Guardians of a Wasteland in Limbo"


It was a black Forrest.    The winds howled and the strangest creatures growled.
The reddest of eyes would glow between the dark patches of  shadowy mystery.
No matter how hard I squinted. I could not see their forms For they were
unhallowed and filled with dread and darkest of mystical tapestry.  

I walked along the path and the demonic tress began to seemingly close in.
Stripped of leaves with a grayish bony color.  They worse nightmarish distorted
faces.  It would strangely fill me with both great terror and unusual wonder.

Than I heard the clanging noises.  Through the trees came this horde of demonic
looking clowns.  Their skin seem to be dripping off their very skulls.  As if someone
had doused them with some kind of acid.  And the more they melted the more they
would only laugh harder and echo throughout this strange place aloud.

I ran as fast as possible.  But not far behind me they chased me and as they ran they
turned into skeletons wearing clown suits and having flaming red crimson eyes.  They
yelled how dare you enter this place of unholy secrets and  abominations.  For now it
will soon be your time to die!!

I tripped and fell forward into a pit full of trash and garbage.  Must of fell 7 feet but landed
safely so I thought???  Then these 2 giant robotic hooked arms came down from the sides of the
walls.  Smashing through my chest and tearing my body into two halves and apart.  


(I than AWOKE Screaming)

ilovescarystories
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Nice entry thanks for starting this off ^^

SirCreepy
Colten Sorrells
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Very interesting idea, I'll be back for this one

toniscales
Lost Girl
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Evening of the Innocent

”Intense and terrible, I think, must be the loneliness of infants."
--Edna St. Vincent Millay

at night we children grow filled
with the most terrifying visions

swimming in a living room
filled with black water
chairs floating in horrific slowness

spider that bites in the crib
elegant hideousness of its legs

demoniacal stares
of dolls lining the shelves

falling down stairs endlessly
as bones crackle and crunch

though we have already
experienced such truths

only blown up to be projected
in the dark theater of our hearts

and though we have never
beheld such a sight

the graveyard
its stones
multiplying into madness

such fragrant Death
maddening descent
of the little white casket

the ultimate aloneness

a soft, gilded womb
of an agony

toniscales
Lost Girl
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Lullaby

in the white canopy bed
she waits in the cool-dark
cave of her pillow
the ceiling dotted with tiny stars
shelves lined with ballerinas
and unicorns

silence becomes music
as she squiggles her toes deeper
into the warm softness
of the wool blanket

but the monster is already here
she can hear his ragged breathing
the scent of him
feral yet somehow familiar

and while his shadow
moves over her
her little brain wonders
in an odd sort of detachment

what will this do  
to the rest of my life

Grace
IDryad
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The Distant Scream

cold hands feeling up my spine
ghostly cuffs around the ankles
a gibbering sound in my ears
whispers in alien tongues

pulling me into the dark
where squidlike creatures
swim in sludgy blood-like waves
faces appearing close

You are dead as a floater
no soul no heart a husk
they whisper into my ears
fear grows bigger and deeper

I start awake
on my cold bed at dawn
in my throat dies
a distant scream.

ilovescarystories
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Great entries guys! love the imagery

poet Anonymous



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SweetOblivion
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Sleep Screams

Sudden screaming: “Help, I'm falling?”
Lightning renders dreamers speechless;
As the silence seems appalling,
You can think the skies could preach less,
Through the gathered storm that's clouding
All horizons in the distance,
Where the mist's completely shrouding
Any concept of resistance:
It leaves you dry because you're dreaming;
Your eyes closed: What? Are you thinking
Of a flood of water streaming;
Are you rising? Are you sinking?
Down the drainpipes into gutters,
Where, surrounded by emotion,
That shines bright but swiftly stutters,
Forming puddles of devotion,
That reflect each empty premise
Of some so dissembling ending;
All’s awash with ugly blemish;
For all that, you're not intending
To accept foul compromises
Even though they splash you often
And you'll wait, while thought devises
Retribution that will soften
All the nightmares oft repeated
Until you cast fears asunder
And the feelings are deleted,
As you sleep despite the thunder.

Tacete
who-isthe-silence
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Sanctuary found

Hast thou taken a path of savages sweet?
Taken souls, a treat had you taken his humanity.
Take to cover, for the eye will see
history's aftermath lain slain
blistering in the Mediterranean heat?  
 
Shake somberly blood-soaked stripped barren of hope
kneel, joints aching for release. You've failed, lay still
in the sand, trickling timidly to time, taken to the sand again
where in this obscured hole does your friend rest above the hill?
Mind where you step, the sand dunes I haven't tread.
 
Take caution in your breaths, least the sand spray spurts
into your mouth, cascading into your lungs.
Be not stricken for breath, walk upwards and out of dread
the sand shifting beneath your feet attune to your fear
cherish life and do not disappear, I've cherry plums in my backpack.
 
Bury your teeth into the enticing treat, we still have comforts
that carry us through the sand-storm sanctuaries, between our lives and between our deaths we carry on until
our souls rendered in rest. Still we continue, avoiding the eye
the eye of fury
the eye of judgement.
They're deciding what dies in their deathly desert dunes dark
in the fading sunlight
nary a murmur of light, witness night fall?
 
We're in the eye of the storm, take a sight
scream hopelessly throughout the night
before the sand storm takes you standing tall
kneel, fight your aching joints, take my hand now.
And do be careful not to fall again
or I too, disappear. Careful not to scream, now
you're not going to fall, I've got your hand.
Step with me, out of the sand.. you're alive, my dear friend.
 
Yes, you and I; we're going home again.

Simplepasserby
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"...As a dream in the night"


Panic, abashing sanity,
Thrones ravished even the finest,
Let it trickle in,
Smooth as a dream in the night,
The nightmare,
Once captivating,
Now left the wellsprings dry,
And putrid,
Leave me thief, and remember.


Least you be my skin,
Tare at my skin,
Till terror bleeds through,
Amend my mind, a whisper goodbye,
From distant teardrops of my eye,
From simple words, and torn shoes.


Creeping through doors,
With red eyes, lingering venom,
As a child disappearing, thin air,
And grows into the same vanish,
That embeds the shivering, in me,
Yet awake, let this nightmare rest,
Blood soaked floors,
The distant rose, metal doors,
Asylum of one mind,
Moments of fatal intent,
And whispers,
Ringing reality, grow further,
Allow me to run,
And return, an enemy,
And smile when I awake,
To find everyone still breaths,
Just do not scream.

ilovescarystories
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Nice guys ^^

PsychicApocalypse
Darker Half
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The Nightmares Were Real


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It's a all so blurry, so confusing,
my tired feet,
kept running at a speed,
ignored are torn knees,
fleshy and gaping.  

I feel a clamp around my lungs.  
I gasp and wheeze,  
no air to breathe,
I wanna scream
for there's a cement nail
sticking out my throat.  

I see eyes, twinkling as they smirk,
through dank darkness,
the unforeseeable emptiness,
in complete nothingness,
Kidnapped and tortured, yet I'm not missed,
that's just ...  
my luck.  

This filthy body has no more dirt to collect,
for the filth thrust unto it.  
The filth was pumped into it,
and at it's end, the body is worth less,
that shit,  
itself.  

Through the haze of fog and smoke,
the body decorated by scars,
a girl of age seven,
being pounded like a porn star  
and beaten like a whore.  

With vacant eyes, she lies on the floor,
like a porcelain doll,
her consciousness falls,
blocking it all,
men after men, she has before her.  

With an unfocused sight, thus I wake,
In the mirror, the scars and burns are healed.  
My childish hysteria might seem fake,
but what if I told you,  
for many nights and years,  
those nightmares were all too real.

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