Submissions by Krosgood (Violence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write about the darker side of the imagination. Dreams, nightmares and psychological horror. Some would say I suffer from night terror,s but I embrace them.
DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2014 11:23pm
8th May 2014 11:23pm
Fresh Meat
Six foot six and six hundred sixty six pounds
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to...
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to...
755 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2014 8:13pm
8th May 2014 8:13pm
Hooks and chains
Welcome to my mind,
now open the door and take my hand as we journey through a nightmare.
Close your eyes,
and promise not to open them, For the sights of my brooding will kill if you stare.
The door closes behind us and now there is no turning back
we must go through the maze to the end of the line
to survive the mental attack.
Below your bare feet is a warm, soft cushion,
Tread light and mind the nails.
What you feel is the skins pinned together from the faces of subconscious thoughts.
I come here sometimes to this room, from which I write to...
now open the door and take my hand as we journey through a nightmare.
Close your eyes,
and promise not to open them, For the sights of my brooding will kill if you stare.
The door closes behind us and now there is no turning back
we must go through the maze to the end of the line
to survive the mental attack.
Below your bare feet is a warm, soft cushion,
Tread light and mind the nails.
What you feel is the skins pinned together from the faces of subconscious thoughts.
I come here sometimes to this room, from which I write to...
957 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th May 2014 7:50pm
7th May 2014 7:50pm
Fallen Angel
My darkness consumes all light
These shadows you see are born of fire
The blaze itself is burning bright
In the sky you wreak of my desire
Cherish now your feathered wings
Soon they will be but mere dreams
I am the anti-everything
I want to hear you scream
Would you bring your halo down for me?
Would you let me clip your wings?
Come walk upon the ground with me
A fallen angel you shall be
Turn your back to the crown of gold
And it will lose its strangle hold
Come with me into the cold
And burn...
These shadows you see are born of fire
The blaze itself is burning bright
In the sky you wreak of my desire
Cherish now your feathered wings
Soon they will be but mere dreams
I am the anti-everything
I want to hear you scream
Would you bring your halo down for me?
Would you let me clip your wings?
Come walk upon the ground with me
A fallen angel you shall be
Turn your back to the crown of gold
And it will lose its strangle hold
Come with me into the cold
And burn...
742 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2014 8:02pm
14th Apr 2014 8:02pm
Destroyer of worlds
(My submission the the "Armageddon" competition. )
So close yet so far away
It is night in the deep of space
All head and heel in disarray
The giant sleeps in a frozen embrace
It is not God or an Angel race
That comes in the end from the sky
You will see it face to face
When rock and rock collide
Hurled like a bullet after the bang
And forged through infinite heat
From the furthest point of the astral plane
Heads a projectile of frozen debris
An unstoppable force unhindered by gravity
Consuming all...
So close yet so far away
It is night in the deep of space
All head and heel in disarray
The giant sleeps in a frozen embrace
It is not God or an Angel race
That comes in the end from the sky
You will see it face to face
When rock and rock collide
Hurled like a bullet after the bang
And forged through infinite heat
From the furthest point of the astral plane
Heads a projectile of frozen debris
An unstoppable force unhindered by gravity
Consuming all...
816 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Apr 2014 3:51am
4th Apr 2014 3:51am
The last story of the gravedigger
He watched the fog roll in from the east,
And watched it disappear into the graves.
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach
Their empty gut, spilling out, was hungry for a feast
Their bodies showed the rot of many days
He watched the fog roll in from the east
He curiously observed but was scared to say the least
Their bodies moved in unnatural ways
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach
Leaning on his shovel the work had ceased
The gravedigger could hear their pain
He watched the fog roll in from...
And watched it disappear into the graves.
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach
Their empty gut, spilling out, was hungry for a feast
Their bodies showed the rot of many days
He watched the fog roll in from the east
He curiously observed but was scared to say the least
Their bodies moved in unnatural ways
A disturbance in the soil, out from which hands did reach
Leaning on his shovel the work had ceased
The gravedigger could hear their pain
He watched the fog roll in from...
669 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Mar 2014 7:43pm
25th Mar 2014 7:43pm
Death sentence.
All around me is a darkness
and up above was a fading light
Down below lives a churning vortex
I'm falling hard into it's pull
I succumb to its gravity whose force is left to see
I look up again and the light has burned away
Farther and farther i quickly drift away
until i'm completely engulfed in darkness
My eyes are open but i cannot see
then came a flash of light
and the vacuum had no pull
No longer was i spinning in the vortex
Drawing together by the vortex
what used to be so far away
On my...
and up above was a fading light
Down below lives a churning vortex
I'm falling hard into it's pull
I succumb to its gravity whose force is left to see
I look up again and the light has burned away
Farther and farther i quickly drift away
until i'm completely engulfed in darkness
My eyes are open but i cannot see
then came a flash of light
and the vacuum had no pull
No longer was i spinning in the vortex
Drawing together by the vortex
what used to be so far away
On my...
729 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 7:39pm
22nd Mar 2014 7:39pm
Silent scream
So young
So innocent
So scarred of the dark
The shadows
The fear
The nightmare starts
From out of the closet
From under the bed
To choking the life
To create the dead
Awake
Alone
And chilled to the bone
Scared
So scared
Of being alone
Hush now your eyes are shut convinced it was dream
Hush now your eyes are shut don't let it hear you scream
So innocent
So scarred of the dark
The shadows
The fear
The nightmare starts
From out of the closet
From under the bed
To choking the life
To create the dead
Awake
Alone
And chilled to the bone
Scared
So scared
Of being alone
Hush now your eyes are shut convinced it was dream
Hush now your eyes are shut don't let it hear you scream
817 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Mar 2014 6:32pm
21st Mar 2014 6:32pm
Consumed by nightmares
The catacombs labeled Notion can be treacherous to the inexperienced wonderers.
Darkness, terror and despondency all working together to create the perfect shade of life.
I traverse over the cobblestone pathways leading from chamber to chamber in this labyrinth of apparent hell with only this feeling of Creator.
This is my shelter.
This is my sanctuary and within these dilapidated walls is where I call home.
Brick after brick I've constructed my kingdom of primal fear only to have it backlash in my face.
This machine of blackened will creates the...
Darkness, terror and despondency all working together to create the perfect shade of life.
I traverse over the cobblestone pathways leading from chamber to chamber in this labyrinth of apparent hell with only this feeling of Creator.
This is my shelter.
This is my sanctuary and within these dilapidated walls is where I call home.
Brick after brick I've constructed my kingdom of primal fear only to have it backlash in my face.
This machine of blackened will creates the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Mar 2014 5:29pm
21st Mar 2014 5:29pm
Dis-corporeal and parasitic (in the arms of demons)
It feels like I'm dreaming.
Minor thoughts flitter away just before the realization of their existence had passed.
My body seems to move on its own as an exoskeleton for that which dwells within.
Protected from Devine judgement, it hides within my disbelief.
Shed me not for I am the shell of inequity.
Dreaming of this now corporeal puppeteer leaves me restless.
I struggle to see its face but bound and blindfolded yet looming over myself I see the guise of my torment.
Its morphing faces say to me, "Gaze not upon...
Minor thoughts flitter away just before the realization of their existence had passed.
My body seems to move on its own as an exoskeleton for that which dwells within.
Protected from Devine judgement, it hides within my disbelief.
Shed me not for I am the shell of inequity.
Dreaming of this now corporeal puppeteer leaves me restless.
I struggle to see its face but bound and blindfolded yet looming over myself I see the guise of my torment.
Its morphing faces say to me, "Gaze not upon...
827 reads
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