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She had pencil lead on her fingertips
And presses silver fingerprints
Upon the windows no one looks in
Already dirty, the house condemned.
The house collapsing, the foundation rot
She had pencil lead on her fingertips
And presses silver fingerprints
Upon the windows no one looks in
Already dirty, the house condemned.
The house collapsing, the foundation rot
She had pencil lead on her fingertips
And presses silver fingerprints
Upon the windows no one looks in
Already dirty, the house condemned.
The house collapsing, the foundation rot
Red eyes in the grass
Red eyes in the corn
Red eyes at night
Red eyes til' morn
Pretened to not see
Pretend to not hear
Quickly go home
Because trouble is near
On The Expanse of Outer Space
The night is cold and fair
The light shines bold in air
Reflected on
The frozen pond
The moon looks from its lair.
Running out of time,
counting down the days,
the only dream I have,
is to skip the future haze.
For my dreams are not happy,
You arrive in the wooden town by one of the only roads
It must have just been raining outside because you can hear the toads
But you’ve been driving for days in the state and haven’t seen a cloud
I’m walking down a long alley, it’s dark and cold, I shiver as I’m only in my scrunched up lace dress, the night is dark as deathly Grimm and I can’t help but let out a squeal of pain as the freezing breeze hit my body, it felt as knives were bein
Why, as children are we
afraid of some darkness?
Just the still black air,
and yet, we all hate
the crushing stillness
and the possibility
that there could be something
An endless sea of crooked trees,
Spreads widely over the horizon
With coal-black branches, crimson leaves,
That rustle in the eerie silence.
A narrow path slithers between
They gave me a nametag and a uniform
I count coins and wonder "who will be hungry today?"
Sausage-like fingers grip thick wads of bills and sticky cards
I tap on the screen and say "seventeen dollars"
Everyday he watched.
He watched the corn growThe bird cawThe children laugh.
He watched them.
They never knew he did,but what else could he do?
He heard them.
I hear her singing in the night.
A somber melody, my heart’s delight.
But when I rise to see her face
She disappears without a trace.
A shimmering tail amidst crashing waves.
The Siren’s song that I so crave.
She’s locked me in this maze again
How she laughs at my pain!
I know of the sins she does commit
To escape I shall find proof of it!
Twists and turns mar the path
But reward awaits my grasp.
In a mall , some big meeting going on, stretched out into multiple rooms, an important person takes their life. Major chaos ensues, fire bombs are thrown into all rooms killing pedestrians.
I grew up where doors had no knobs,And rooms had no doors,And houses had no locks,To keep the monsters out.
I go to my room to sleep.
I feel as if my slumber is near.
My eyes close and my slumber starts to turn deep.
As I hear footsteps quickly scurry across across my floor, I am filled with fear.
A dusty mirror catches my attentionInstinctively I search for my reflectionAs I look past the grime to meet my twinShe stares back with a maniac's grin
Welcome, vessels of flesh and bloodTo my humble theatre, why have you come?Was it fear that brought you here?New toys for the puppeteer
There once was a mother
Who lost her lover
And all she had was a child
Despite her care
And the life she shared
The mother slowly grew wild
As the child screamed
The mother schemed
Poor little Icarus
so far from home.
Freedom filled him up
but weighed down his bones.
Poor little Icarus
fell into the water.
By the light of the sun
I saw him go into the woods
His white skull lacking hair
His feet dragging on,
Almost in despair
I followed him,
Quick as I could
I hid,
As best as I would
My doctor, happens to reside
Opposite the road ten strides.
So conveniently I asked
His service when my lung collapsed
A horrid accident and gruesome
And not as like this awful twosome
8:00 AM: walk into Starbucks, only a block away from the office; order the regular, extra foam.
inspired by artwork by Stephen Fisher (First Light, 1981)
She looks out of the sitting room window
during tea time to admire the forest beyond the stream.
Brown doe eyes, always fixated
"I'm not really here
And soon you won't be either.
It happens to all of us,
So get ready!
You're not beautiful,
You're just strong.
What are you even doing with your life?
Moving forward or
Finally this world is dark. I don’t have to see. I don’t have to see them. Those. Those eyes. Your eyes.
Follow-~>
The woman in blackWho looks for her child.
<~- Retreat
To the safety of homeWhen the child is found
Open-~>
The book of spellsAnd wait till nine
<~-Close
I walk among the childrenSome young and some oldLike the oak tree in myGrandfather’s house.
The wind ruffles the leaves.It is a foggy fall night.Im not alone.At least I tell myself I’m not.
Alone and cold,
it grows so old.
Scared to leave,
nothing to achieve.
The rose wilts,
the scale tilts.
Loves dies,
hate flies.
Passion gone,
nothing to pawn.
The black swallows me,
Hinging everything so delicately
One wrong move, everything will fall and fail.
It is the price to pay to deal with me.
I will keep you close from all that will ail
Only a small price to pay, no big deal
Three Fates fathomed a fellow to figure
Facsinating that which is feral and foul
To be fervid and satisfying;
A furious felicity.
Three moaning eyes, muttering movements of demise,
I woke up restless, from a fright
Dreamt a dream, a horror night
Standing near the foot of my bed
An empty soul, smiling and dead
An empty cry and shallow please
Yet this ghost won't set me free
You cannot touch, only feel
You cannot smell, only see
You cannot run, You cannot move
It is all around you
There is nowhere to run
There is nowhere to hide
Your hair stands on end
Shattered hearts and
Broken dreams
Call to me in the weary night
Silent screams and
Fallen dreams
I can't reach them.
No way out
No where to run
Hold on to your sanity
Cold, green grass buried under bare feet,
Shivering, squirming to get loose, to be free,
Wiggling up between toes, afraid of being trapped.
Rasping against skin, embedded into the bones
(poems go here) The fluorescent moon
Of the black night sky,
the only light to shine in the abandoned town.
Frigid air burns
my porcelain skin.
Drifting through the streets,
(poems go here)
There once was a man named Ted,
Who decided one night to look under the bed.
What he saw, it seemed,
Really made him scream.
And now, he has no head.
It strikes midnight, and I’m home alone
My parents have yet to return from work
Paranoia kicks in, and as I turn to stone
I hear a voice and slow footsteps lurk
As I lay awake in bed at night
My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight
Though invisible, they’re plain in sight
Stenciled images in black and white
They scream and wail, unending fight
