Lozzamus
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
19th Feb 2020 8:30pm
Followed
When I step into the entrance hall, the same silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling.
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens.
Odd.
For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up in the darkness.
Silence.
I step outside and make my way across the car park. The evening has turned chilly with the scent of damp fields and manure...
#scary
#mystery
19 reads
2 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 3:53am
19th Feb 2020 3:53am
Brittlebush
I walked along clouds of brittlebush
With coyotes hanging out in corners
Just where the canyon narrows
And still high from yesterday’s moon
They serenade for the sun to drop out
Thirsty for what the brittlebush will leave behind
There’s so much distress in the creep of the nighttide
Unguarded from nature’s lawlessness to fully enjoy
And soon the silver-blue flowers of the brittlebush
Will watch good collide with evil
At the thin line that splits day to night
For now I will applaud the desert for its beauty
And make peace with for...
With coyotes hanging out in corners
Just where the canyon narrows
And still high from yesterday’s moon
They serenade for the sun to drop out
Thirsty for what the brittlebush will leave behind
There’s so much distress in the creep of the nighttide
Unguarded from nature’s lawlessness to fully enjoy
And soon the silver-blue flowers of the brittlebush
Will watch good collide with evil
At the thin line that splits day to night
For now I will applaud the desert for its beauty
And make peace with for...
#animals
#nature
#scary
15 reads
1 Comment
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 7:52pm
18th Feb 2020 7:52pm
Situational Depression (So Many Things Going on Right Now)
Deep is the mind,
Like the ocean you'll find,
But sometimes it's deeper than one thought,
Deep, dark, and cold, and fear fraught,
And what we access on a daily basis,
Is only the surface, we access.
We are like icebergs, floating on the surface of the Arctic Ocean,
We can only see the top layer of the psyche, just a fraction,
With the layers underneath, hidden, afraid to reach them,
Until finally confronted with them,
And not sure how to handle them.
Deep within the soul, lies a warrior,
Awaiting battle, hidden behind the...
Like the ocean you'll find,
But sometimes it's deeper than one thought,
Deep, dark, and cold, and fear fraught,
And what we access on a daily basis,
Is only the surface, we access.
We are like icebergs, floating on the surface of the Arctic Ocean,
We can only see the top layer of the psyche, just a fraction,
With the layers underneath, hidden, afraid to reach them,
Until finally confronted with them,
And not sure how to handle them.
Deep within the soul, lies a warrior,
Awaiting battle, hidden behind the...
#anxiety
#depression
#death
#LGBT
#scary
29 reads
1 Comment
MadameLavender
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 11:10pm
17th Feb 2020 11:10pm
Diamond Princess
(written for Snug's "Jingle" contest
(to the tune of “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds”)
Picture yourself on a boat with Corona;
despite what they tell you,
it’s nothing but lies.
Somebody spread germs
from raw food from bats
and scaled lizard creatures—
(it should have been fried.)
Virus on the seas, with Diamond
Virus on the seas, with Diamond…
Come join the party,
your hazmat suit waits,
we’ve not left the dock,
we’re all quarantined lives.
Virus on the seas, with Diamond ...
(to the tune of “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds”)
Picture yourself on a boat with Corona;
despite what they tell you,
it’s nothing but lies.
Somebody spread germs
from raw food from bats
and scaled lizard creatures—
(it should have been fried.)
Virus on the seas, with Diamond
Virus on the seas, with Diamond…
Come join the party,
your hazmat suit waits,
we’ve not left the dock,
we’re all quarantined lives.
Virus on the seas, with Diamond ...
#politics
#scary
23 reads
1 Comment
BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
Darth Brooks
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 3:30am
15th Feb 2020 3:30am
Smoke (New Draft)
There's not many things as beautiful as the way smoke brings an image to the movements of the air. It is sensitive to every little movement that is made around, even the smallest wave of a hand can send it into disarray. Moving as if it were life itself. They say a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado hundreds of miles away. It makes you realize just how delicate the air is, and why there are groups in arms about whatever we put into it as a species.
I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself...
I sat on the floor in a wide empty room. Basking in the brilliant blazes that danced below the chimney. Warming myself...
#dark
#fiction
#scary
#ghosts
#nightmares
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1 Comment
Inkerpoet
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 3:12pm
14th Feb 2020 3:12pm
reefer madness - 2020 - (a horror story)
argus-eyed
anguilliform mass.
these unearthly
vagabonds -
a chiliad of them
hurtling down
the asphalt
stand in the street -
sucking on their
marijuana cigarettes.
their bandoline
tongues spit.
their dwaal eyes,
extramundane, rotate
within a cold and
skinless face.
they are hungry
from the weed -
their thick pendulous
lips drip
and open like black
burning pits
into the flaming gates
of hell.
they have come for us.
and the...
anguilliform mass.
these unearthly
vagabonds -
a chiliad of them
hurtling down
the asphalt
stand in the street -
sucking on their
marijuana cigarettes.
their bandoline
tongues spit.
their dwaal eyes,
extramundane, rotate
within a cold and
skinless face.
they are hungry
from the weed -
their thick pendulous
lips drip
and open like black
burning pits
into the flaming gates
of hell.
they have come for us.
and the...
#drugs
#scary
#humankind
20 reads
1 Comment
snugglebuck
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 4:48am
12th Feb 2020 4:48am
Alien Angels
When they fell from heaven
Saying that they’d save us
We thought they were angels
Until they became hungry
Who had saved us for later
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIufLRpJYnI
Saying that they’d save us
We thought they were angels
Until they became hungry
Who had saved us for later
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIufLRpJYnI
#science
#scary
#aliens #scifi
#aliens #scifi
36 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 1:38am
12th Feb 2020 1:38am
Underworld
follow me
you fuckers
if you dare
into
the dank dark damp
basement of my mind
follow me
you fuckers
if you dare
traverse subterranean tunnels
past grinning gods
dripping drooling demons
crawl on your belly
through the muck
twisting winding caverns
of filth and sin
nether worlds where
slithery slathering
slobbering sobering
perversions live
follow me
you fuckers
if you dare
subconscious
deep within sub-cerebral borders
the...
you fuckers
if you dare
into
the dank dark damp
basement of my mind
follow me
you fuckers
if you dare
traverse subterranean tunnels
past grinning gods
dripping drooling demons
crawl on your belly
through the muck
twisting winding caverns
of filth and sin
nether worlds where
slithery slathering
slobbering sobering
perversions live
follow me
you fuckers
if you dare
subconscious
deep within sub-cerebral borders
the...
#lust
#dark
#scary #nightmares
#scary #nightmares
63 reads
8 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 4:46am
10th Feb 2020 4:46am
A Letter Of Thanks To President Trump (Leader of the World)
#politics
#scary
#prose
45 reads
8 Comments
Candy81_Babyblues
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 2:44pm
7th Feb 2020 2:44pm
Queen
#evil
#devil
#scary
#hell
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
1 Comment
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 2:06am
7th Feb 2020 2:06am
Panic Attack
Far from my house,
Pretty much alone at the house
Of my weak, aging, grandmother,
I can only help her so much...she needs another,
Someone a bit stronger to help her if she falls,
I thought I was strong enough, both physical and emotional, but that was false.
She already fell twice, and my uncle when he was here
Had to help her, and it filled me with fear.
...And I have been holding back tears,
My hands have been shaking, and tonight, my bravery...disappears.
I wish I could just go home,
I wish she would just move closer to my home, ...
Pretty much alone at the house
Of my weak, aging, grandmother,
I can only help her so much...she needs another,
Someone a bit stronger to help her if she falls,
I thought I was strong enough, both physical and emotional, but that was false.
She already fell twice, and my uncle when he was here
Had to help her, and it filled me with fear.
...And I have been holding back tears,
My hands have been shaking, and tonight, my bravery...disappears.
I wish I could just go home,
I wish she would just move closer to my home, ...
#anxiety
#family
#scary
#frustration
#despair
41 reads
2 Comments
Hellarchy
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2020 8:55am
3rd Feb 2020 8:55am
The Room
The walls are closing in
The door’s not opening
The pace is harrowing
The way is narrowing
I need to find the key
Before these walls overtake me
No time for patience
Or passive complacence
Attempt to pick the lock
It holds steadfast as if to mock
Every inch closer to the end
The space tightens with no relent
Try to slow the progression
Fight imposing depression
Beginning to lose hope
Nearing the end of my rope
Searching for a sign or clue ...
The door’s not opening
The pace is harrowing
The way is narrowing
I need to find the key
Before these walls overtake me
No time for patience
Or passive complacence
Attempt to pick the lock
It holds steadfast as if to mock
Every inch closer to the end
The space tightens with no relent
Try to slow the progression
Fight imposing depression
Beginning to lose hope
Nearing the end of my rope
Searching for a sign or clue ...
#anxiety
#dark
#evil
#scary
#FeelingTrapped
85 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Fear, Horror and Scary Poems
