Namyh
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 5:05am
20th Feb 2024 5:05am
The Werewolf
The Werewolf
I saw it in the moonbeams, just beneath the star streams,
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled through its fangs making slices of the night.
Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.
A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek...
I saw it in the moonbeams, just beneath the star streams,
running like a wild thing as if in chase or flight.
Cold breaths, short breaths, smokes of a night quest
whistled through its fangs making slices of the night.
Wolf made of mankind howled at the moon sign.
Forest eyes blinked their fears across the forest floor.
Squirrel sounds, owl sounds, bird sounds, bat sounds
merged to flee in symphony their voices from the roar.
A smell mixed in wind’s blow made eyes of wolf to seek...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#scary
#fear
239 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
28th Jan 2024 9:26pm
28th Jan 2024 9:26pm
In Father’s Room
The house on Gorton Street had been one of several whose streets led down to the docks in times gone by, labourers’ houses whose doors and windows were flush with the walls so that the buildings looked like great rectangular blocks, with no adornments. The house appeared in black-and-white films, from the days when an MP’s wife warned that we shouldn’t give the working-class coal because they’ll just store it in their bathtubs. Children would play with sticks and hoops and dollies made from socks while women with scarves around their heads called them in, hauled laundry, and brought home...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
154 reads
2 Comments
personanongrata
Astral Gift
Astral Gift
Poem Published
8th Jan 2024 3:44pm
8th Jan 2024 3:44pm
ENTHEOGENESIS, A CHANGA TRIP
It was the second calling from the sacred spirit molecule. The first calling, years ago, resulted into a smooth exciting initiation with me going just across the nearest dimension without any interaction.
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#scary
#fear
262 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
5th Nov 2023 00:45am
5th Nov 2023 00:45am
dangling
Life doesn't have plots and subplots and denouements. It's just a
big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get
explained.”—Grant Morrison
on the wing, a sparrow hawk,
his feather rudder dancing with the wind;
or, tiptoeing on his stalk,
a lily-bloom with water woes to mind.
teetering upon his edge,
a child unwary of his pending fall;
deep misgivings for his pledge,
...
big collection of loose ends and dangling threads that never get
explained.”—Grant Morrison
on the wing, a sparrow hawk,
his feather rudder dancing with the wind;
or, tiptoeing on his stalk,
a lily-bloom with water woes to mind.
teetering upon his edge,
a child unwary of his pending fall;
deep misgivings for his pledge,
...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#scary
#risk
#weakness
159 reads
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 5:22am
23rd Oct 2023 5:22am
The Demon of Whitechapel
Part 1: Blood and Unrest
Inspector Tom Grassford leaned over the cluttered table, poring over the latest reports from the Whitechapel district. The incessant rain tapped against the windowpanes of their shabby office, while Inspector Alfred Sharp sat across from him, his expression equally grim.
"The Ripper continues his ghastly spree," Grassford muttered, pushing a strand of his damp, graying hair away from his brow. "Another poor woman, Alfred. God help us all."
Sharp nodded, his face a portrait of concern. "The...
Inspector Tom Grassford leaned over the cluttered table, poring over the latest reports from the Whitechapel district. The incessant rain tapped against the windowpanes of their shabby office, while Inspector Alfred Sharp sat across from him, his expression equally grim.
"The Ripper continues his ghastly spree," Grassford muttered, pushing a strand of his damp, graying hair away from his brow. "Another poor woman, Alfred. God help us all."
Sharp nodded, his face a portrait of concern. "The...
#dark
#evil
#Halloween
#scary
#ShortStory
309 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
18th Oct 2023 6:32am
18th Oct 2023 6:32am
Slayer
#dark
#evil
#Halloween #scary
#Halloween #scary
155 reads
2 Comments
ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
18th Oct 2023 5:04am
18th Oct 2023 5:04am
The Final Ember
In a dim and somber chamber, there sat a man of weary conscience. His study was a tapestry of ancient tomes and forgotten lore, casting spectral shadows upon the wainscoted walls. With trembling hands, he clutched a volume bound in tattered leather, and his thoughts, like ravens, circled darkly over his past deeds.
The fireplace, a source of feeble illumination, flickered and struggled to maintain its warmth. As his conscience gnawed at him, the fire in the hearth began to dance with fervor, its flames casting a macabre glow upon the room. Shadows twisted and writhed in...
The fireplace, a source of feeble illumination, flickered and struggled to maintain its warmth. As his conscience gnawed at him, the fire in the hearth began to dance with fervor, its flames casting a macabre glow upon the room. Shadows twisted and writhed in...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ShortStory
#horror
225 reads
2 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 3:31pm
13th Oct 2023 3:31pm
It Wore a Red Leather Dress
In my peripheral vision I saw a vision
The waving in the breeze of a red leather dress
Skin tight around the hips open all the way to those red leather boots
The temptation to peek made me nervous at first
Somehow her legs blended in so well I could barely see them.
Each step opened the slit down the back
Exposing two shadowy shapes of what I thought might be legs
But I just couldn't see below the knee
Until her red leather boots glowed underneath
I walk around but somehow her back stayed facing me
"Her" indeed, it was...
The waving in the breeze of a red leather dress
Skin tight around the hips open all the way to those red leather boots
The temptation to peek made me nervous at first
Somehow her legs blended in so well I could barely see them.
Each step opened the slit down the back
Exposing two shadowy shapes of what I thought might be legs
But I just couldn't see below the knee
Until her red leather boots glowed underneath
I walk around but somehow her back stayed facing me
"Her" indeed, it was...
#dark
#death
#scary #vampires
#scary #vampires
219 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Oct 2023 2:25am
13th Oct 2023 2:25am
The Bloody Hit
Hell.. I do not know what me and my Gee was getting into
All I know we were supposed to have met the Crips and their crew
The exchange of the payoff dope was near a cemetery
I’m from the hood and we make a drive pickup in the night, strapped up, and in solidarity
Out the Hummer me and my boys
Pulling back the hammer on our weapons of some high-powerful toys
The scene looked like a set up from the start
Fog swirling around my Vera Wang stilettos, we knee deep in the dusk of dark
I told my crew...
All I know we were supposed to have met the Crips and their crew
The exchange of the payoff dope was near a cemetery
I’m from the hood and we make a drive pickup in the night, strapped up, and in solidarity
Out the Hummer me and my boys
Pulling back the hammer on our weapons of some high-powerful toys
The scene looked like a set up from the start
Fog swirling around my Vera Wang stilettos, we knee deep in the dusk of dark
I told my crew...
#Halloween
#scary
#horror #zombies
#horror #zombies
306 reads
wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Oct 2023 00:43am
8th Oct 2023 00:43am
The Whining
Years ago I got an offer to be the caretaker
Of the beautiful Overshook Hotel during the winter
So that October I packed up my wife and children
My laptop, some paper and my trusty old printer
On the drive up I kept thinking about my poetry
I could write and record my voice on cassette
But the kids started with the whining all the way up
Constantly asking “dad, dad, are we there yet?”
We had the entire hotel to ourselves
I could finally have some peace and quiet
I’d have a great time spittin’ rhymes
Eating...
Of the beautiful Overshook Hotel during the winter
So that October I packed up my wife and children
My laptop, some paper and my trusty old printer
On the drive up I kept thinking about my poetry
I could write and record my voice on cassette
But the kids started with the whining all the way up
Constantly asking “dad, dad, are we there yet?”
We had the entire hotel to ourselves
I could finally have some peace and quiet
I’d have a great time spittin’ rhymes
Eating...
#Halloween
#scary
#funny #horror
#funny #horror
196 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 5:31pm
1st Oct 2023 5:31pm
They're All Going to Laugh at You
#Halloween
#scary
#funny
148 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 00:44am
2nd Aug 2023 00:44am
The Jesus Clock
a ghost story
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
219 reads
2 Comments
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