Mystery Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#mystery
Hello? Who's Out There?
Elizabeth was
taking a shower before
she heard someone step
into the bathroom which made
her say "Hello? Who's out there?"
Russ came home from work
and saw that the front door was
forced open. He went
into the bathroom and found
his roommate slashed with a blade.
taking a shower before
she heard someone step
into the bathroom which made
her say "Hello? Who's out there?"
Russ came home from work
and saw that the front door was
forced open. He went
into the bathroom and found
his roommate slashed with a blade.
#death
#fiction
#mystery
#tanka
#tragedy
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I Do Not Agree With Reality
I am alive.
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
Open my body, what do you find?
Periods and question marks.
A useless hide.
A meat sack of trivial answers and lies.
Locks of hair entangling my mind.
Wading through emotional turmoil tides.
Combing through the who's and why's.
Leaving all of reality behind.
I'm just a cunt. Some useless meat.
Come prize me as your specialty.
I'll give you your dose of prime protein.
And fatten you with psychological schemes.
Keep me alive in your dreams.
Keep me close, don't try to hide.
Keep me wet,...
#dark
#identity
#mystery #TruthOfLife
#mystery #TruthOfLife
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8 people, 1 cup ( multiple collab see authors note)
After not hearing from Miranda Wright for several days, her family reported the petite 28 year old woman missing. Thirteen days after filing the missing persons report, Miranda's father and brother went to her house on Halloween and noticed there was a foul odor coming from the living room. The police had gone through everything in her house as well, but found no signs of struggle. Miranda's brother noticed that the odor seemed to increase when he went toward the couch. Something told him that he should lift up the cushion. As he lifted up the cushions, he stood there in shock, seeing a...
#collaboration
#fiction
#horror
#mystery
#ShortStory
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When A Stranger Calls
Was it something that you said?
Is it something you don’t own?
Do you feel you’re missing out?
Or are you being left alone?
The call is coming from the house
Invited guest that lives there now
It worked it’s way into your brain
All locked up and there’s no way out
Does the void return to you
Or are you the void it returns to
When it gazes deep inside itself for serotonin
Was there something left unsaid?
Are you back under control?
Are your fears being fed?
Will you pretend that you don’t know?
Is it something you don’t own?
Do you feel you’re missing out?
Or are you being left alone?
The call is coming from the house
Invited guest that lives there now
It worked it’s way into your brain
All locked up and there’s no way out
Does the void return to you
Or are you the void it returns to
When it gazes deep inside itself for serotonin
Was there something left unsaid?
Are you back under control?
Are your fears being fed?
Will you pretend that you don’t know?
#dark
#horror
#mystery
#PopCulture
#scary
85 reads
6 Comments
Purgatory
Half a mind for morning swill,
purging shine 'til ticking clock-
angry fate of oddment dawn
nights that wrench in nerve & bile...
piecework prize of chill & sigh
damn a soul to dusky brush,
stinging blaze of jackleg grace-
rack-rent sty in warbling brain
days in ice & empty wile...
feckless flight feels full & high
feague the way in grey retrace,
sharpened sticks for sport or point-
shares the void with bug or sign
eidolon by rote or mile...
restless plight of hill...
purging shine 'til ticking clock-
angry fate of oddment dawn
nights that wrench in nerve & bile...
piecework prize of chill & sigh
damn a soul to dusky brush,
stinging blaze of jackleg grace-
rack-rent sty in warbling brain
days in ice & empty wile...
feckless flight feels full & high
feague the way in grey retrace,
sharpened sticks for sport or point-
shares the void with bug or sign
eidolon by rote or mile...
restless plight of hill...
#dark
#mystery
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Nothing Left But Tan Lines
Zelda had her bikini on.
But when she stepped outside, it's gone.
Nothing left but tan lines.
But when she stepped outside, it's gone.
Nothing left but tan lines.
#fiction
#home
#mystery
#sex
#summer
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Lamb
Contain
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
the heart and the cut.
Contained heart
in what you are looking for,
silent by passion
that emanates from him
unable to get his wish.
You presume to reach the stars,
ascending pride,
pulled to the lowest level.
Loved like a lamb
with the heart of a panther,
you want to reach stars.
Heart in hand
like the purest clay.
No accumulation of wonders
about him.
Because in the center
the name is protected.
Beloved, like scarlet
on the edges of the lips.
Glowing like fire ...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#mystery
#witches
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Long Prints
The prints they lead through mire and dust
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
#dark
#forest
#ghosts
#mystery
#narrative
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He is Here!!
The blade in the flesh, a shiver, a whisper and then nothing
And the blood runs in rivers, you know he's here
You feel it you feel it not far away
You know it'll hit but you can't stop it
Try to run away but it will take you
And you will understand that the escape will have been useless... here it comes!!
You can only succumb to the blade that inexorably tears your meat
And then nothing
And the blood flows in rivers
He is here!!
And the blood runs in rivers, you know he's here
You feel it you feel it not far away
You know it'll hit but you can't stop it
Try to run away but it will take you
And you will understand that the escape will have been useless... here it comes!!
You can only succumb to the blade that inexorably tears your meat
And then nothing
And the blood flows in rivers
He is here!!
#dark
#horror
#murder
#mystery
#PopCulture
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A Night, A Soul, A Death
When heavy midnight drapes a silent street,
And stars retreat behind a cloudy curtain,
They rise anew—emerge from the abyss,
Bring countless questions, answers yet uncertain.
Freed from the frail, decaying shells of old,
With piercing gaze and steps which echo faintly,
They creep within; their darkened tales unfold
And shatter his mind’s refuge built so saintly.
A glance through hazy glass is unavailing;
His muffled scream allures a ravens’ flock.
They stare with glee at his unnerving wailing,
While cawing out of rhythm: ...
And stars retreat behind a cloudy curtain,
They rise anew—emerge from the abyss,
Bring countless questions, answers yet uncertain.
Freed from the frail, decaying shells of old,
With piercing gaze and steps which echo faintly,
They creep within; their darkened tales unfold
And shatter his mind’s refuge built so saintly.
A glance through hazy glass is unavailing;
His muffled scream allures a ravens’ flock.
They stare with glee at his unnerving wailing,
While cawing out of rhythm: ...
#death
#mystery
#night
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Out In The Field
Twas a night of full and dreadful dark
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
#countryside
#dark
#mystery
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Crawling Chaos (In-Between)
Croaking sky, her iron eyes
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding...
speak no more my wet rock home
thund'rous soul claps true & free
peace within this stressful storm
feathered crowning starry shine
brimstone shores our fleshy leak
blazing calm through battered time
mellowed from her salted peak
crooning zenith siren head
sickle moon reaps loom for oil
mongrel boom for rainfall plead
blue tongues parched with room & toil
sings this fume to wooden East
melts with mantled Northern hiss
crawling chaos in-between
binding...
#acceptance
#love
#mystery #WritingPoetry
#mystery #WritingPoetry
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