Kevin M Ryan
Kevin M Ryan
1 day ago

Stark ipseity
Trance tranquilty
Oxidized reality
Fear what's inside of he

Hardened, weathered wear
Reinforced steel layer
An unrecieved prayer
From this dweller of a lost lair

Killing none with his righteous ammunition
A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition
Of which I received in a dim rumination

He felled so foul, triggered the end
A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch
Gone are the days of the Baphomets

An order of the forgotten rebel
Who lost their way to that downed castle
Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell

This tale is old and long forgotten,
Scribed on tomes molded and rotten
The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting

I don't know what this is.
#dark   #ghost   #old   #scary   #poetic   #fiction   #occult   #mystic   #dreary  
Amanda S
Amanda S
2 days ago

we all know them now as warriors;
they were brave and strong and instead of
weeping in the shadows, they
rose higher with the wings that heaven itself gave them.
it was one of the darkest periods in human history
and yet they still held themselves together
and never gave up no matter what
obstacle got stuck in their path
and although most may not be here today,
we are to bless them like the moon
blesses the sun when it sets into
the newly lit night sky
for they are the reason why the war
ended in the first place.
they are the ones who wouldn't allow
bullets to be thrown at them without a fight,
and for those reasons,
we shall forever be thankful.

this is for all of those who are lost and forgotten. for those who fought their damnedest to help others. for those who have to live the rest of their lives knowing ancestors of their own family were murdered by a beast.
                                                i love you.
Rose L
Rose L
5 days ago

Sludge and blood. The smell of deep red iron
filtering through the rocks and bodies bruised to the touch.
Grotesque collections of pills and broken skin;
infections and secretions and violent affections -
Spit stained fingers and dilated pupils at thoughts thick with resin.
Waking up with sickness in your stomach and bite marks on your neck
The pull of clutching hands at strands of hair and bitten lips and sweat
Pulling deeper, sharp inhale of self-done stitches
Ripped open insides and the moment his breath hitches -
aches forever. Pulsing, swollen, bleeding on the brain
Sweet and sickly, gorgeous and gorged veins
Momentary singularity in pain.

I tried to create a parallel in this between illness and sex. I hope it shows!
#love   #blood   #sex   #killing   #murder   #horror   #scary   #sexual   #bdsm   #violent  

Don't ask me how I got here, kid.
unless every time your College head hears the 20th century definition of "Awesome" or "Adventure"
You can hear "sandstorm" instead
wrap the lust in caution tape.
don't want you finding out
Our feet
are the same size.
you're anxious

can't you sit still?

you afraid of bein' caught?

Let me tell you a secret.
nobody is watching you.

If you really wanna learn how to get here

live by that.

I assumed you wanted something?
Follow me.
don't be afraid of that cloud Over there
He just plays guitar
for cigarettes
So he can smoke 'em
Simple man, that Smokey
Not in the kiddy selling business,
Or a mercenary, or part of the
in and out
and in and out and in
and out
Of jail crew
he just plays guitar
and smokes cigarettes.
marlboro reds.
how many did you want?
Would you stop talkin' so fast?

remember not to take more than two.

And you're eating?

I take care of you...

how about a kiss?

Oh, ho
ho And you were scared of the clouds.

Light it.

put your clothes on kid.
good luck on your finals.

remember to eat.

remember who takes care of you.

#trust   #friend   #evil   #bad   #drug   #demon   #king   #abstract   #scary   #ally  
7 days ago

she has six hands and they are all holding me,
i am being strangled.
my lungs are bent, gasping,
she whispers in my ear:
“the crash is coming. no air can save you.”

she has eight eyes and they are never blinking,
tarantula hairs.
my blood is running a marathon, running,
i beg her to run away
but she lives where i live. i am not willing to die just to silence her.

she leads me to the rooftop,
tells me to put the dirt on.
my lungs’ scream is an axe, hacking,
all the walls are closing
she holds a vacuum to my lips.

she crouches beside me,
i hear her hissing mutters.
she is like a tsunami, everything,
she wears a crumbling rooftop like it is a crown
she sits on my head and holds my throat.

she tempts me to the edge of the highway,
everyone blurs together.
my head is like a broken hourglass, spilling everywhere,
brains look the same until they hit the windshield
my splatter, but she is not silenced.

Yeah lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

oh when,

will we be able to fully express,
the hesitation that comes with his,

I’ll be the first to admit that I made some mistakes,
if you’ll at least take a second to honor second that,
then maybe I can slow down take a break from the fast lane,
and move in forward motion in a manner that’s effortless,

yeah I’m lost as a Spirit is,
when He loses the House he was haunting,
yes Redemption can unlock the Exit Doors from Samsara,
but that rode from Perdition to Redemption can be daunting,

especially when traveling with memories from past lives that’re still haunting,

I’m on things,
obviously ornery,
not at all ordinary,
or in any way boring,

I’m on things,

I’m on these things these days,
and I don’t know which is worse the drugs or the stress,
and I really do like like like my girlfriend too,
but to tell the you the truth the One I’m actually in love with is my Ex,

she’s the best,
gave me the Emerald on my hand,
didn’t even know how much it was worth,
even when my jeweler friend appraised it at a few grand,

it’s amazing to be so blessed that’s for sure,
I love that I have a love that is priceless,
and I’m not talking about the Ring I’m talking about Her,

She’s worth more than a whole fortune,
not only priceless but also undefinable,
and I’m intrigued by her origin,
because she seems timeless and at the same time well defined like a diamond in gold,

oh and I know,
that usually I feel stressed and confused,
but when I’m with Her,
the only thing I feel is boundless bliss and ecstatic truth,

living Life like I’ve got nothing to lose,
because the only thing I don’t want to lose is you,

and I love every moment we’re together,
I love when we become One from Two,
even though every time we’re together,
our separation always comes too soon,

and every time we’re together,
I’m praying that Death doesn't come too soon,

because sometimes,
I miss you even when you’re here,
and I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth for you,
I don’t care where just spin the compass and point and we’ll go there,


We as in Us,
You as in Her,
Us as in what We are,
because we can never go back to be what we were,

and I don’t know what I’ve even saying anymore,
because all the clearly defined lines I used to use to define theses lines have totally blurred,

and maybe that’s why I told you before,

I’m lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

#lonely   #ghost   #strange   #breakup   #gone   #scary   #haunted  
Mar 1

Be good
Dear readers
And love the world like you should
For it does not need us
The way we need it
For we are meager in its Eye
A simple dust in time
And it; enteral

#poem   #poetry   #sad   #scary  
Feb 20

It waits for me atop the stair
An eerie presence from I know not where
I cannot feel it, when the sun shines bright
but I sense it as sunsets, It becomes the night

It shares the same space
the same air that I breathe
It's been here since childhood
It will never leave

I feel it behind me
I am seldom alone
Hot breath on my neck
It chills to the bone

I try to escape it
But It's become part of me
I created this demon
Now I cannot break free

#fear   #imagination   #dark   #evil   #darkness   #monster   #horror   #scary   #bogeyman  
Feb 20

Scratching on my window screen
And shadows on my wall
At night I hear the dreaded sounds
Of their scary nightly call.

They come to steal my night-time dreams
Not just once a year,
They come here every single night
To fill my mind with fear.

My grandpa used to warn me
Through stories, he always told
About the Hanna Mountain Haunt
And Raw-Head Bloody Bones.

I remember one particular story
About his grandpa Jake
A very big and powerful man
Who got drowned in Pierce's Lake.

He rowed way out on a foggy night
Chasing a haunting sound
But when the fog had cleared away
His body was never found.

Every night when the fog rolls in
We hear his screams and moans
As his spirit moves along the bank
Away from Raw-Head Bloody Bones

Growing up on Hanna Mountain in Alabama. my grandfather would scare us with stories about the Hanna Mountain Haunt and Raw-Head Bloody Bones.

Darkness consumes the room;
time is running out, the end is coming soon.

The moon grins wickedly,
waiting silently for the story to unfold.

Alone she stood in the corner,
eyes closed, but face plastered with horror
feeling the presence of the man who dared enter the house,
the house that blinded her soul.

The intruder observed her cautiously,
as she whispered ominously,
"It's coming, it's coming."

Turn back, warned a voice in the man's head,
but he stood there frozen like ice instead.

Suddenly, her pupilless eyes snapped open wide
as the wails from inside
escaped her mouth and shook the world.

Overwhelming malicious power surge through her
while her black-and-white vision began to blur.

Her hands clamped onto her head
as she collided with the ground.

With that, the man held his heart as she fell,
his lifeless body helping increase the pile of other dead souls.

"Hear the screams of death!" the female spirit proclaimed,
with a voice the sound of broken glass.

Then the banshee went to rest until the time came again.

This was an old assignment early in the school year. I rediscovered it and decided to share it with you (though I found an embarrassing error).
#poem   #death   #ghost   #spirit   #horror   #scary   #creepy   #banshee  
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