nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 10:41pm
29th Oct 2023 10:41pm
Groans of Halloween
Groans of Halloween
The gust of the wind never reached my window.
Yet the lights flickered on and off.
A flash of lightning could be seen from afar.
The roar of hollowing groans.
It was a deafening sound that was getting closer and closer
They moaned in sheer agony, they stirred, they all uprose
Not a word was spoken, only eyes that glowed in fright.
The site was strange; could I be dreaming, perhaps?
To have seen the dead rise was not what my mind could comprehend
Where the hell did they come from? Was it through...
The gust of the wind never reached my window.
Yet the lights flickered on and off.
A flash of lightning could be seen from afar.
The roar of hollowing groans.
It was a deafening sound that was getting closer and closer
They moaned in sheer agony, they stirred, they all uprose
Not a word was spoken, only eyes that glowed in fright.
The site was strange; could I be dreaming, perhaps?
To have seen the dead rise was not what my mind could comprehend
Where the hell did they come from? Was it through...
#fiction
#scary
172 reads
3 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 1:09am
27th Oct 2024 1:09am
Death Veil
The black house perched on the hill,
was heavily haunted on a deadly still night.
It punctured the twilight,
that had bled mysterious pink light.
There she was.
Her movement obscure,
in the fog of midnight.
She wore a long tattered death veil.
No one would believe this tale.
Was she coming back or coming to?
In my shaken soul,
terror saunters through.
Does her beginning and end intersect?
She's half alive and half dead.
She turns with a penetrating stare
with hollow eyes of coal.
She came to collect...
was heavily haunted on a deadly still night.
It punctured the twilight,
that had bled mysterious pink light.
There she was.
Her movement obscure,
in the fog of midnight.
She wore a long tattered death veil.
No one would believe this tale.
Was she coming back or coming to?
In my shaken soul,
terror saunters through.
Does her beginning and end intersect?
She's half alive and half dead.
She turns with a penetrating stare
with hollow eyes of coal.
She came to collect...
#ghosts
#scary
128 reads
14 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 1:09am
27th Oct 2024 1:09am
Death Veil
The black house perched on the hill,
was heavily haunted on a deadly still night.
It punctured the twilight,
that had bled mysterious pink light.
There she was.
Her movement obscure,
in the fog of midnight.
She wore a long tattered death veil.
No one would believe this tale.
Was she coming back or coming to?
In my shaken soul,
terror saunters through.
Does her beginning and end intersect?
She's half alive and half dead.
She turns with a penetrating stare
with hollow eyes of coal.
She came to collect...
was heavily haunted on a deadly still night.
It punctured the twilight,
that had bled mysterious pink light.
There she was.
Her movement obscure,
in the fog of midnight.
She wore a long tattered death veil.
No one would believe this tale.
Was she coming back or coming to?
In my shaken soul,
terror saunters through.
Does her beginning and end intersect?
She's half alive and half dead.
She turns with a penetrating stare
with hollow eyes of coal.
She came to collect...
#ghosts
#scary
128 reads
14 Comments
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
78 reads
9 Comments
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
78 reads
9 Comments
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
78 reads
9 Comments
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
78 reads
9 Comments
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
78 reads
9 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
1st May 2024 11:57am
1st May 2024 11:57am
Panic
I can’t breathe
What do you do when you can’t breathe?
You can’t find space.
There is no air to be had
People say to calm down
How can I calm down
Pulse is rapidly beating
Blood pressure steadily increasing
Natural Adrenaline is off the charts
Grabbing my chest feeling my heart
I C..A..N..T.. Breath
There is no space for any air
No space to ire
Walls steadily surround.
The body hitting the ground
“Stay calm help is on the way.”
Help!
Help!
I just wanted to breathe.
What do you do when you can’t breathe?
You can’t find space.
There is no air to be had
People say to calm down
How can I calm down
Pulse is rapidly beating
Blood pressure steadily increasing
Natural Adrenaline is off the charts
Grabbing my chest feeling my heart
I C..A..N..T.. Breath
There is no space for any air
No space to ire
Walls steadily surround.
The body hitting the ground
“Stay calm help is on the way.”
Help!
Help!
I just wanted to breathe.
#anxiety
#scary
35 reads
15 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
1st May 2024 11:57am
1st May 2024 11:57am
Panic
I can’t breathe
What do you do when you can’t breathe?
You can’t find space.
There is no air to be had
People say to calm down
How can I calm down
Pulse is rapidly beating
Blood pressure steadily increasing
Natural Adrenaline is off the charts
Grabbing my chest feeling my heart
I C..A..N..T.. Breath
There is no space for any air
No space to ire
Walls steadily surround.
The body hitting the ground
“Stay calm help is on the way.”
Help!
Help!
I just wanted to breathe.
What do you do when you can’t breathe?
You can’t find space.
There is no air to be had
People say to calm down
How can I calm down
Pulse is rapidly beating
Blood pressure steadily increasing
Natural Adrenaline is off the charts
Grabbing my chest feeling my heart
I C..A..N..T.. Breath
There is no space for any air
No space to ire
Walls steadily surround.
The body hitting the ground
“Stay calm help is on the way.”
Help!
Help!
I just wanted to breathe.
#anxiety
#scary
35 reads
15 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
To Heaven
#dark
#drugs
#horror
#scary
#sex
76 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
10th Dec 2024 8:36pm
To Heaven
#dark
#drugs
#horror
#scary
#sex
76 reads
5 Comments
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