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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"
The snake is a creep.It slyly trails its victims,Waiting to eat them.
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.
Once upon a time...
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.
january comes in with a bang 
They are watching you Those blades of grass are watching They are all around
They peer through triangular windows 
The NSA loves to go people watching 
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
hollow eyes stare back   from old pictures on the wall  waiting to live again
Sounds of birds and frogs, Howls of owls from some hidden logs,
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
  Mind Virus             Like a plague             It dwells inside             Spreading throughout your body             Nourishing you            
  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
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