Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 7:03pm
14th Dec 2024 7:03pm
Latest Victim Of A Jack The Ripper Wannabe
Linda came home from partying.
Someone turned the lights off on her.
Her corpse was found slashed.
Someone turned the lights off on her.
Her corpse was found slashed.
#dark
#death
#fiction
#home
#scary
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 11:54am
12th Dec 2024 11:54am
What She Saw Before Getting Raped
April suddenly heard a
crash, turned off the
water and stepped out
of the shower to see
Derek get slammed
against a wall like some
rag doll by a muscle
bound brute in the nude.
She screamed loudly
as he moved himself
closer towards his
latest helpless victim.
crash, turned off the
water and stepped out
of the shower to see
Derek get slammed
against a wall like some
rag doll by a muscle
bound brute in the nude.
She screamed loudly
as he moved himself
closer towards his
latest helpless victim.
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#home
#scary
#sex
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
To Heaven
#dark
#drugs
#horror
#scary
#sex
68 reads
5 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 3:21am
10th Dec 2024 3:21am
Nude Sunbather Massacre
Linda was sunbathing outside naked.
That's before she saw Mark with daggers.
She screamed before he slashed.
That's before she saw Mark with daggers.
She screamed before he slashed.
#death
#fiction
#scary
#sex
#summer
54 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 1:44pm
5th Dec 2024 1:44pm
Silent knot
In the quiet hours when sleep eludes,
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
being awake for long, through the night.
A scent emerges, twisting in the air,
the strange smell of something burning.
Eyes wide open, thoughts begin to unravel,
the mind plays tricks in the absence of rest.
Is it fatigue or dreams left behind?
This scent, a whisper on the edge of awareness.
Senses sharpen in the haze of wakefulness,
reality blurs in the long hours of night.
The burnt smell, a ghostly presence,
a reminder of the body’s need for rest.
In these...
#anxiety
#insomnia
#nightmares
#scary
#sleep
63 reads
9 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 2:51pm
21st Nov 2024 2:51pm
Come To Me. You Could No Longer Deny What You Really Are.
Clare
stepped out
of the house
naked and with
blood on both hands. She
looked like she was about
to scream. But that was before
she saw a man standing also
naked and holding his hand out to
her... making a frightened Clare come closer.
stepped out
of the house
naked and with
blood on both hands. She
looked like she was about
to scream. But that was before
she saw a man standing also
naked and holding his hand out to
her... making a frightened Clare come closer.
#dark
#fiction
#scary
#sex
#vampires
72 reads
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 12:36pm
20th Nov 2024 12:36pm
Hollow Man
Hollow of eyes,
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#scary #surreal
#scary #surreal
61 reads
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Koulouri
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 10:54pm
16th Nov 2024 10:54pm
Change the Locks
scatterbrained,
feathers and pecking,
thoughts quick,
frantic checking.
the door is locked,
footsteps approach,
sweat sliding down,
a creeping roach.
It looks in your eyes,
you have no disguise.
knob turning,
knee hitting the wood,
still locked in a trance,
be understood.
one-click,
two-click,
three-click,
done.
time standing still,
yet persisting forward,
the door is now open,
you are cornered.
a question is asked,
yet...
feathers and pecking,
thoughts quick,
frantic checking.
the door is locked,
footsteps approach,
sweat sliding down,
a creeping roach.
It looks in your eyes,
you have no disguise.
knob turning,
knee hitting the wood,
still locked in a trance,
be understood.
one-click,
two-click,
three-click,
done.
time standing still,
yet persisting forward,
the door is now open,
you are cornered.
a question is asked,
yet...
#anxiety
#fear
#memories #scary
#memories #scary
73 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
Whistling In The Woods
Oh, don’t go whistlin’ in the woods at night
When the trees stand still and the moon ain’t right
There’s a voice that calls, but it ain’t your kin
And the thing that answers don’t wear no skin
What’s that draggin’, heavy on the leaves?
A sound like chains, or broken eaves?
It hums my tune, it mocks my name
But its voice is wrong—it ain’t the same
Yonder yellow grin in the shadow’s maw
Eyes too wide, a gaping flaw
It stares me down, it don’t draw near
Just waits and grins, feeds on my fear
Oh, run, my child, but...
When the trees stand still and the moon ain’t right
There’s a voice that calls, but it ain’t your kin
And the thing that answers don’t wear no skin
What’s that draggin’, heavy on the leaves?
A sound like chains, or broken eaves?
It hums my tune, it mocks my name
But its voice is wrong—it ain’t the same
Yonder yellow grin in the shadow’s maw
Eyes too wide, a gaping flaw
It stares me down, it don’t draw near
Just waits and grins, feeds on my fear
Oh, run, my child, but...
#dark
#forest
#moon
#night
#scary
65 reads
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 8:20am
11th Nov 2024 8:20am
The Storm
The Storm”
The mechanical noise starts up.
He hears it.
Feels it.
It is coming slowly up the hallway
to his room.
It is a dark and stormy night.
That all too famous line.
And it has come back to him tonight.
It has come back to say, “Boo!” and laugh.
“I love you,” it says.
Little green man.
Muscular, little green man
slips through the closet door,
back out now looking at him,
then to the hallway
and back to him with a worried face.
It is coming closer and little green man ...
The mechanical noise starts up.
He hears it.
Feels it.
It is coming slowly up the hallway
to his room.
It is a dark and stormy night.
That all too famous line.
And it has come back to him tonight.
It has come back to say, “Boo!” and laugh.
“I love you,” it says.
Little green man.
Muscular, little green man
slips through the closet door,
back out now looking at him,
then to the hallway
and back to him with a worried face.
It is coming closer and little green man ...
#dark
#nightmares
#scary
54 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 3:05am
9th Nov 2024 3:05am
He Came Back As A Zombie
Linda was naked with David.
That's before she looked up and screamed.
Her dead husband chowed down.
That's before she looked up and screamed.
Her dead husband chowed down.
#fiction
#lover
#scary
#sex
#zombies
73 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 6:50pm
31st Oct 2024 6:50pm
They're Coming For You
Living corpses gets out to enjoy the party tonight
the exploding space probe awakens their bodies to life
army of undead prowlers craving raw meat
be fast or be killed, you're their flavor of the week
Back to eat, eat and eat again
they feel just hunger
no love no mercy no pain
they move slow, wobble & rock
they're tireless creatures, they never seem to stop
Make 'em die
a shot in the head
only way to survive
in the night of the living dead
the exploding space probe awakens their bodies to life
army of undead prowlers craving raw meat
be fast or be killed, you're their flavor of the week
Back to eat, eat and eat again
they feel just hunger
no love no mercy no pain
they move slow, wobble & rock
they're tireless creatures, they never seem to stop
Make 'em die
a shot in the head
only way to survive
in the night of the living dead
#death
#horror
#PopCulture
#scary
#zombies
74 reads
6 Comments
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