wallyroo92
Bumped Yesterday 7:34pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
7th Oct 2019 7:06pm
Confessions of a Cereal Killer
#dark
#death
#scary
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
505 reads
9 Comments
SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:07pm
Yesterday 6:07pm
Exit 31 (a poker game for your manor of death)
Why has Death been creepin’ close,
injecting love with Reaper’s Dose,
and dealing Morbid’s drug of gloom?
Because Death gambles, for our doom.
They whisper cause from cryptic lips,
as names appear on bone made chips.
With bet of age or . . . severed limb,
the stakes are raised as candles dim.
By Hoyle Rules, the hand is fate,
for whom will be the Boatman’s date.
Will I see the next day’s sun,
or die at exit thirty-one?
The Ace of Blades is...
injecting love with Reaper’s Dose,
and dealing Morbid’s drug of gloom?
Because Death gambles, for our doom.
They whisper cause from cryptic lips,
as names appear on bone made chips.
With bet of age or . . . severed limb,
the stakes are raised as candles dim.
By Hoyle Rules, the hand is fate,
for whom will be the Boatman’s date.
Will I see the next day’s sun,
or die at exit thirty-one?
The Ace of Blades is...
#dark
#death
#gothic #scary
#gothic #scary
35 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 4th Mar 2025 10:07pm
7th Oct 2019 7:29am
7th Oct 2019 7:29am
A Wake and a Guitar
They said he died when he drove his wheel-horse off a cliff,
But Clifford had been the type to try anything for a good laugh,
He’d always be the first to slip in a quip and play good riffs,
He had said he’d be buried with his guitar in his epitaph.
The wreath was wrought in the shape of his Fender telecast,
The one he played in worship services playing gospel and blues,
His friends had always coveted the instrument until at last,
Willful they plotted to steal it so they came up with a ruse.
The morning of the wake the windswept lawns of the...
But Clifford had been the type to try anything for a good laugh,
He’d always be the first to slip in a quip and play good riffs,
He had said he’d be buried with his guitar in his epitaph.
The wreath was wrought in the shape of his Fender telecast,
The one he played in worship services playing gospel and blues,
His friends had always coveted the instrument until at last,
Willful they plotted to steal it so they came up with a ruse.
The morning of the wake the windswept lawns of the...
#dark
#death
#scary #funny
#scary #funny
502 reads
8 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 7:14pm
4th Mar 2025 7:14pm
The Hills Have Eyes
The HILLS HAVE EYES,
The GROUND HAS EARS,
That'll CHILL YOUR BONES, and
BRING TO YOU FEAR!!!
BIG BROTHERS IS WATCHING,
Just to say the least,
As your ADRENALINE RUSHES, AND
YOUR HEARTRATE INCREASE!!!
YOU BETTER BE AWARE,
STAY FOCUSED, LOOK AROUND,
OF THE SILENCE AROUND YOU,
NOT A PEP OR A SOUND!!!
THE SILENCE IS EERIE, AND
I DEFINITELY AGREE,
SOMEONE IS LISTENING,
TO YOU AND TO ME!!!
YOU THINK YOU'RE NOT NOTICE,
HA, HA, THINK AGAIN!!,
SOMEBODY IS WATCHING, ...
The GROUND HAS EARS,
That'll CHILL YOUR BONES, and
BRING TO YOU FEAR!!!
BIG BROTHERS IS WATCHING,
Just to say the least,
As your ADRENALINE RUSHES, AND
YOUR HEARTRATE INCREASE!!!
YOU BETTER BE AWARE,
STAY FOCUSED, LOOK AROUND,
OF THE SILENCE AROUND YOU,
NOT A PEP OR A SOUND!!!
THE SILENCE IS EERIE, AND
I DEFINITELY AGREE,
SOMEONE IS LISTENING,
TO YOU AND TO ME!!!
YOU THINK YOU'RE NOT NOTICE,
HA, HA, THINK AGAIN!!,
SOMEBODY IS WATCHING, ...
#dark
#fear
#scary
63 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 3rd Mar 2025 3:34pm
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
6th Oct 2019 7:34pm
Vampire Hunter
I have been tasked with a vigilant responsibility,
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
A vicar you might say voted by a Vatican votive,
To vanquish a virus, the vice vying for power,
A violation of nature with an ulterior venal motive.
I vow not to veer from this mere valuable volition,
To rid of this vicious and vulgar vermin of the earth,
For in the vignette of a victim thought to have vanished,
Lies evidence a virulent disease of an evil vile rebirth.
It is not a false veneer but they are real venomous fangs,
The vacancy in the villain’s eyes verifies he’s a...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
601 reads
3 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 1st Mar 2025 5:42am
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
The Window in the Third Floor
He feels a chill down his spine as he walks through the door. The music is loud, the air is warm and everyone seems in a trance as they dance into the night.
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers...
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers...
#scary
#vampires
#ShortStory #werewolves
#ShortStory #werewolves
658 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Feb 2025 5:42am
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
Disenvoweled
Yzybyl was a witch, a hater, a slayer, a butcher and slasher,
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry
664 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 27th Feb 2025 5:27am
4th Oct 2019 11:50pm
4th Oct 2019 11:50pm
Jez
#lust
#erotic
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
791 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:14am
23rd Feb 2025 2:14am
We Didn't Know She's Really A Vampire
I know that it's crazy.
We found out Crystal Hargitay's in town.
I let George seduce her.
I got myself ready with my camcorder.
She sank fangs into his naked skin.
We found out Crystal Hargitay's in town.
I let George seduce her.
I got myself ready with my camcorder.
She sank fangs into his naked skin.
#dialogue
#fiction
#scary
#sex
#vampires
68 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 6:50pm
21st Feb 2025 6:50pm
Still Being Afraid Of The Dark
Kate was taking a shower.
Suddenly, the power went out on her.
That made her scream loud.
Suddenly, the power went out on her.
That made her scream loud.
#dark
#emotional
#fiction
#home
#scary
61 reads
0 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
I'm the Devil, Yes It's True
(Verse 1)
The whispers in the shadows, the chill that runs down your spine
The chaos in your city, the darkness you define
You blame it on the weather, the stars that aren't aligned
But I'm the one who's pulling strings, the puppet master of your mind
(Chorus)
I'm the devil, yes it's true, the whispers you can't ignore
The bad luck and the heartache, the battles you can't win anymore
I'm the reason for your failures, the reason you can't soar
But don't you dare forget, you're the one who opened up the door
(Verse 2)
The...
The whispers in the shadows, the chill that runs down your spine
The chaos in your city, the darkness you define
You blame it on the weather, the stars that aren't aligned
But I'm the one who's pulling strings, the puppet master of your mind
(Chorus)
I'm the devil, yes it's true, the whispers you can't ignore
The bad luck and the heartache, the battles you can't win anymore
I'm the reason for your failures, the reason you can't soar
But don't you dare forget, you're the one who opened up the door
(Verse 2)
The...
#devil
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
196 reads
1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
57 reads
4 Comments
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