James_A_Knight
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 2:51pm
28th Jan 2025 2:51pm
THE ADVENTURE OF STUMPY AND THE DUMPSTER BOY
A three legged dog with brown curly fur waited in the alleyway.
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
#dogs
#dreams
#nightmares
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:57pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:57pm
An orange and white wig stand
Ignorance wandered
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
#evil
#hell
#horror
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares
61 reads
6 Comments
TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 2:58am
21st Jan 2025 2:58am
"JonRot: The rumors of my Death are somewhat inclusive"
Had I gone to extremities to gear my persona so legendarily.
Me J>r> the Kook of DUP..... Went off the grid for a bit to see
what more time must be spent...
I journeyed to the key's of Floridian quadrants drinking margaritas.
And Poeticizing incurious sonnets.
In my lair of Ill Repute and lagoon of debaucheries and slander's.
I sunk to new found lows of ecstasy like eating crack mixed with
Col. Sanders.
Later time seemed to be of the passing sunsets and sunrises flew
by as I was fasting. Gaining a more moral...
Me J>r> the Kook of DUP..... Went off the grid for a bit to see
what more time must be spent...
I journeyed to the key's of Floridian quadrants drinking margaritas.
And Poeticizing incurious sonnets.
In my lair of Ill Repute and lagoon of debaucheries and slander's.
I sunk to new found lows of ecstasy like eating crack mixed with
Col. Sanders.
Later time seemed to be of the passing sunsets and sunrises flew
by as I was fasting. Gaining a more moral...
#curse
#mythology
#nightmares #scifi
#nightmares #scifi
44 reads
3 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
72 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 4:16pm
11th Jan 2025 4:16pm
Is He Cheating On Me Or Not?
Crystal felt something near her.
She saw Scott humping her friend Kirstie.
She woke up screaming "no".
She saw Scott humping her friend Kirstie.
She woke up screaming "no".
#betrayal
#fiction
#home
#nightmares
#sex
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 7:15pm
10th Jan 2025 7:15pm
Prisoner in my mind
I was being held a prisoner
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
#dark
#dreams
#FeelingTrapped
#nightmares
#shadows
90 reads
9 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 8:15am
7th Jan 2025 8:15am
Torn For Eternity
Take your place within the fire
Let the flames consume and churn
They feed upon your mortal desire
Reducing souls to ash for an urn
The image of life begins to fade
Flickering shadows of the past
Skin peels as fire’s blade is laid
A tormenting burn to forever last
Opulence born of human pride
Meets its end at the threshold’s flare
Under burning wrath, no sins can hide
Cleansing flames lay the spirit bare
Lost to heat in a foreign sphere
Where the damned and broken are wed
The air reeks thick of sulphurous...
Let the flames consume and churn
They feed upon your mortal desire
Reducing souls to ash for an urn
The image of life begins to fade
Flickering shadows of the past
Skin peels as fire’s blade is laid
A tormenting burn to forever last
Opulence born of human pride
Meets its end at the threshold’s flare
Under burning wrath, no sins can hide
Cleansing flames lay the spirit bare
Lost to heat in a foreign sphere
Where the damned and broken are wed
The air reeks thick of sulphurous...
#death
#fire
#hell
#memories
#nightmares
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:43pm
6th Jan 2025 11:43pm
"Collapse of nectarivore's flow of time"
The echoing phantasmal sonic time distorting
implosions.
As images morph by at hyper-space commotions.
Phenomenons of illusion made undoubtedly
tangible.
In a World of bitter patience soon
the majority became hospitable.
The minds eyed editor and architectonic of
these multi-implicable intentions.
Would weave this once faint dream into a
cosmic and permanent invention.
implosions.
As images morph by at hyper-space commotions.
Phenomenons of illusion made undoubtedly
tangible.
In a World of bitter patience soon
the majority became hospitable.
The minds eyed editor and architectonic of
these multi-implicable intentions.
Would weave this once faint dream into a
cosmic and permanent invention.
#mythology
#nightmares
#scifi
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 7:20pm
4th Jan 2025 7:20pm
The Ring
To: Anybody
Once there was an girl that was named Samara. And she had a father who didn't care about her. So one day her mom who loves her drowned her in the dark well. And then there was a girl that was not Samara. And she had a boyfriend, basically. They watched this movie; got a call. The call said, " you will die in 7 days".
And the girl fell into the well, and was never to be seen again. Same as the boy. The end.
From, somebody.
Once there was an girl that was named Samara. And she had a father who didn't care about her. So one day her mom who loves her drowned her in the dark well. And then there was a girl that was not Samara. And she had a boyfriend, basically. They watched this movie; got a call. The call said, " you will die in 7 days".
And the girl fell into the well, and was never to be seen again. Same as the boy. The end.
From, somebody.
#nightmares
#scary
73 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 1:56am
2nd Jan 2025 1:56am
My birthday breakdown last year...
My last breakdown....
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49. I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.
My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.
We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake! It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...
...was my birthday 2023.
My father would have been 86.
I turned 49. I knew him less
than 6 months of my adult life.
My mother had kept us apart...
told each of us the other was dead...
this was before the Internet boomed.
Before we all had cell phones. All those lost years. Then he died. We shared a birthday.
We never got to share that birthday together. So, every year since '97 that day has haunted me. It was nothing special as a child...no presents...no cake! It COULD HAVE BEEN so special if Dad had...
#birthday
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
60 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 4:35pm
31st Dec 2024 4:35pm
Hellhounds
Hellhounds nipping at my heels, will I get away? I have seen the brilliance of heaven and the shadows of hell, but neither held any allure for me. In a haze of alcohol, I made a careless toast with a stranger, promising my soul for a taste of Bukowski’s infamy. I never imagined a demon would be eavesdropping on my drunken bravado. Let me recount the tale of why I abandoned whiskey. One night, after too much of it, I fell into a deep, restless sleep. I awoke to find myself in a strange, foreboding place. A demon, unmistakably so, stood before me. My eyes focused on a grim scene: a crematorium,...
#dreams
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#shadows
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 3:44pm
26th Dec 2024 3:44pm
Jagged Carvings
I’ve seen it, by the dim lamp’s glow, I’ve seen it
Totem speaks truths no man seen writ
I bow to whispers, spectral and vast
My limbs grow cold; this trance shall last
The walls dissolve—oh, what madness reveals!
The mind unfurls, its ancient seals
The red sigils glow, their meaning I glean
Too late, I know—no man should have seen
I believe I shall perish, by knowledge undone
Yet in this dream, I am the one
I saw the carvings, etched by hands long decayed
Marks of old dreamers, their warnings betrayed
Symbols crawl and shift...
Totem speaks truths no man seen writ
I bow to whispers, spectral and vast
My limbs grow cold; this trance shall last
The walls dissolve—oh, what madness reveals!
The mind unfurls, its ancient seals
The red sigils glow, their meaning I glean
Too late, I know—no man should have seen
I believe I shall perish, by knowledge undone
Yet in this dream, I am the one
I saw the carvings, etched by hands long decayed
Marks of old dreamers, their warnings betrayed
Symbols crawl and shift...
#curse
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#sleep
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