Submissions by mike1974 (Gothic Nightmare)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing allows me to creatively express my feelings and sometimes my imagination.
SONG LYRICS
Published
11th Oct 2012 5:57am
11th Oct 2012 5:57am
I Don't Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
Norm life baby
"We're white and oh so hetero and
Our sex is missionary."
Norm life baby
"We're quitters and we're sober
Our confessions will be televised."
You and I are under dosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the...
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
Norm life baby
"We're white and oh so hetero and
Our sex is missionary."
Norm life baby
"We're quitters and we're sober
Our confessions will be televised."
You and I are under dosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 7:18am
29th Sep 2012 7:18am
Night of Horror
I am a Cambodian/Lao but have lived in Cincinnati all of my life. I'm still a staunch Buddhist, and as a Buddhist, I believe in Polytheism(Believing in many Gods). Because of this, we also believe there are many ghosts and spirits of various kinds.
One night in bed, I tossed and turned until I perspired quite a bit, so I sat up and took a deep breath. My hands felt the damp bed sheet and I realised then that if I didn't change to a new one, I would never get any sleep. Even as I pulled the bed sheet off from the mattress, I was dripping with perspiration. I wondered why that night...
One night in bed, I tossed and turned until I perspired quite a bit, so I sat up and took a deep breath. My hands felt the damp bed sheet and I realised then that if I didn't change to a new one, I would never get any sleep. Even as I pulled the bed sheet off from the mattress, I was dripping with perspiration. I wondered why that night...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2012 7:12am
20th Sep 2012 7:12am
The Motel Room
The motel room door swung open, letting the muted sunlight of early evening bathe the interior. David and Anna carried in their luggage and groceries, setting them down in sporadic places.
“Ew!” Anna exclaimed. “What’s that smell?”
“I don’t know. Lemme call the front desk.” David picked up the phone and dialed “0.”
“Front desk.”
“Yeah, hi, we’re in room 16 and there’s a nasty smell in here. Can we switch rooms?”
“I’m sorry, sir. We’re all full up. In fact, we just had to turn someone away. With that concert in town, all rooms are taken. We’ll send someone to your room...
“Ew!” Anna exclaimed. “What’s that smell?”
“I don’t know. Lemme call the front desk.” David picked up the phone and dialed “0.”
“Front desk.”
“Yeah, hi, we’re in room 16 and there’s a nasty smell in here. Can we switch rooms?”
“I’m sorry, sir. We’re all full up. In fact, we just had to turn someone away. With that concert in town, all rooms are taken. We’ll send someone to your room...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 5:56am
15th Sep 2012 5:56am
Hello, My Name Is Zoe
When I moved to my new house I couldn't wait to start a fresh new life. I was six years old and I was going to have my own room. I had been sharing a room with my two sisters, Alex and Helen. Now that we moved out of our tiny apartment I was so happy. My dad found a new job so we had to move. At least I would still go to the same school. The first few months at my new house were normal and exciting.
After I settled in, things started to feel a little unusual. Often when I was alone in my room I would hear scratching near my closet. I knew it wasn't my dog Jerry because he never...
After I settled in, things started to feel a little unusual. Often when I was alone in my room I would hear scratching near my closet. I knew it wasn't my dog Jerry because he never...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 9:25pm
13th Sep 2012 9:25pm
Bitter Blood
Hands clamped, pray for what will never come-destruction fills our world-ending of what has been and will be-desolate minds crumble now, everything is gone yet it lies in front of us-eaten away to be apart of what cannot see, broken bones scream out from the shattered facilities that line the isolated streets that we were born unto. Scattered bones lay waste in what was once the place of worship, terrorized in the mind by the sleaze that oozes behind the government walls-corrupting the weak while controlling the strong-nothing will ever make sense anymore, fused together with the parts you...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 9:20pm
13th Sep 2012 9:20pm
Axe Murder Hollow
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told...
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Aug 2012 6:30am
11th Aug 2012 6:30am
The Headless Horseman
One cold winter night, early in the New Year, a certain Dutchman left the tavern in Tarrytown and started walking to his home in the hollow nearby. His path led next to the old Sleepy Hollow cemetery where a headless Hessian soldier was buried. At midnight, the Dutchman came within site of the graveyard. The weather had warmed up during the week, and the snow was almost gone from the road. It was a dark night with no moon, and the only light came from his lantern.
The Dutchman was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of a galloping ghost that he had heard at...
The Dutchman was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of a galloping ghost that he had heard at...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2012 00:08am
10th Aug 2012 00:08am
She never left
For years now there's been a little ghost girl in my house. She's rarely seen but heard. I can feel her staring at me in my basement, like that feeling you get when someone's watching you. I had to go upstairs once because the feeling was so powerful and I felt like someone was staring right at me. I know it's the ghost girl.
When I was about six, it was midnight and I was fast asleep. My dad was going to bed and he was walking down the hallway to get to his room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a little girl with brown hair in a gown walk into my closet. He thought it was me and...
When I was about six, it was midnight and I was fast asleep. My dad was going to bed and he was walking down the hallway to get to his room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a little girl with brown hair in a gown walk into my closet. He thought it was me and...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th May 2012 1:18am
4th May 2012 1:18am
Friday the 13 Part 13
Fade in a small ranch style house in Boston Massachusetts 6:45 a.m. John is in his room getting ready for a road trip with his friends Mark the band lead singer, Samantha, Mark’s sister and drummer, Stacy the promotion manager, Joey, John’s brother the band’s bass guitarist and Marcy the band’s key boadest. They are getting ready to go up to camp Crystal Lake to practice for an upcoming concert in upstate New York. John is a young man approximately six feet five inches tall slim and built like a brick house, all of two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. In his room there is a forty...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2011 4:21am
28th Dec 2011 4:21am
Friday the 13 Part 13
Fade in a small house in Boston Massachusetts. John is in his room getting ready for a road trip with his friends Mark the band leader, Samantha, Mark’s sister and drummer, Stacy the promotion manager, Joey, John’s brother the band’s bass guitarist and Marcy the band’s key broadest. They are getting ready to go up to camp Crystal Lake to practice for an upcoming concert in upstate New York. John is a young man approximately six feet five inches tall slim and built like a brick house, all of two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. In his room there is a forty two inch television on one...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Nov 2011 6:18am
9th Nov 2011 6:18am
Death at the coal mine
July 15th 1989 started like any other day for John.
Although he was only fifteen years old, John's grand
father trusted him to drive his pick up truck to the
old coal mine to meet his friend Eddy for lunch.
John's Grandfather had warned him to drive a lot safer than
usual due to he was going to be hauling some mining
equipment that day to be dropped off before noon.
Little did John that the equipment was explosives.
One crate of one hundred forty four twelve inch pipe
bombs with fuses. The other box was...
Although he was only fifteen years old, John's grand
father trusted him to drive his pick up truck to the
old coal mine to meet his friend Eddy for lunch.
John's Grandfather had warned him to drive a lot safer than
usual due to he was going to be hauling some mining
equipment that day to be dropped off before noon.
Little did John that the equipment was explosives.
One crate of one hundred forty four twelve inch pipe
bombs with fuses. The other box was...
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