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I am the stranger outside
Watching you in the shower
The monster under your bed
When you're trying to sleep

I am the stalker in the shadows
When you're walking in the street
The fear on the dark corners
You know I'm waiting there

I am the nightmare at night
Those forbidden thoughts in your head
You try to make yourself resist
But you're a prisoner of my will

I am the coming *******
As you fall to your submission
The surrendering to completion
At last, you face exactly who I am
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
 Dec 2014
Mirlotta
There's a man that's not so jolly
dressed in blood with strings attached
white fur trim and silver shackles
boots of dreary, dismal black.

Rides a sleigh of bone-white reindeer
whips them just as he is whipped
by the arm of blank-faced sales -
doesn't get one lousy tip.

There's a singing, chanting snow-man
mourning for the melted dead
when the sun shines in the morning:
nothing but the ice they bled.

Candied children seeping chocolate
drowning in the liquid stench
bodies limp with festive wreckage
waiting for the last event.

Woolly ropes of Christmas jumpers
looped and knotted at the throat
round the necks of carol singers
singing till they keel and choke.

Then the sprigs of velvet holly
kick their legs and stamp their feet
dance with but a show-girl's honour
reading cheap lines from a sheet.

And the man who's not so jolly
laughs so kindly for the crowd
underneath his hat he's hurting
the red sky his scarlet shroud.
 Nov 2014
Jinxx
911 what's your emergency*

I'm dying. There's blood everywhere.

Stay calm. Can you tell me where you are?

No I just need someone to know. I hope when this is over I'm going to be someone new.

Can you tell me where you are?

The cemetery. Don't bother sending anyone I'm already gone

-The line dies-

Paramedics arrive on the scene to find a rotting corpse as if its been there for weeks. The police investigate, but the truth is never found out. Or was it there from the beginning?
 Nov 2014
Tatiana
Night comes too quickly now,
the darkness smothers the homes
that are sleeping soundly on the ground,
and everyone is hiding in shadows,
no one made a sound.

The world in this moment is frozen,
but not by it's own choice
it's being held back by shadow hands,
they refuse to relinquish their hold,
they are indestructible, rubber bands.

Everytime a change is made,
it just snaps back into place
constantly in a gloomy depression,
where people are growing older,
but yet their lives are in a recession.

Note the changes young child,
because something is bound to happen
and those rubber bands will snap,
those shadow hands will fade,
and it will be your turn to adapt.

But those shadow hands will come back,
little child I understand your fear
but you have to fight them and survive,
that is the only way,
that you're town will become alive.

Shadow hands please let go of us,
you need to go
please stay away forever,
I will not allow this child,
to fight in a hopeless endeavor.

You're just torturing me,
I could be laying on my bed at night
and you will be there,
dancing above my head,
and all my tired eyes can do is stare.

Fight off your demons,
they spin wickedly
and they don't stop hovering,
I hear whimpering,
and I can't tell if it's me or the child they are smothering.

There are monsters everywhere,
in a town that sleeps so soundly
I can not allow this little child to fight,
in a place that is so dark,
bring me the light!

When the light finally comes,
I learn very quickly
that the child had an interesting identity,
my tired eyes finally understood,
that the whimpering, scared child, was me.

*Shadow hands please let go of me!
I was happy and I tried to fall asleep, but then some thoughts came back and then next thing I knew, I was seeing shadows everywere.
 Nov 2014
Silence Screamz
Closet trapped
Words on the wall
I see the world
End of it all

Crazy place
Everything defined
Meanings are haunted
Darkness  confined

Locked and afraid
Windows can't see
Crying my eyes out
Alone let me be
Feeling trapped with no place to go
 Nov 2014
Sjr1000
The driver
she wears mascara
the
last remnant of her humaness
she's always been a
little blessed
she's met her death
many times.

You can hear
her coming on
the winds
freight train sounds
through the Jeffrey Pines
this train isn't
Bound for Glory
this train's bound
for eternity
a one way
ticket with
no return.

Though I've always
rooted for reincarnation.

This train
stops for gamblers
midnight ramblers
**** addled ******
addicts caught between
nodding out and cleaning
the refrigerator with a tooth brush.
Even saints on board will stay.

The oblivion express
your going to hop
on board when your
ticket is punched,
the ticket taker
laughs and smiles
his last glimpse
of humaness.

She's the driver
he's the turnstile
they were once
an item
before they were delivered
to their
new careers
never to see each
other again
except through the
glass of her engine.

The fire is stoked
the express becomes
a local
stopping for each
and every
daily passenger
you can hear that
whistle blow.

You don't know where you're
headed
you just know
you gotta go.
Her mascara drips down
her face
you and she
the ticket taker
too
there is no escape
the oblivion express
just around the corner
and
on its way.
Oblivion Express was the back up band for a guitarist, Robin Trower.
 Nov 2014
NuurSeraph
Beware: a cautionary tale~*

Is this for you a madness true?
We must find out, do not kick or shout~
Let's let the madness descend....

Realer than the realest scream shrieking into your left and out your right.
It begins quite innocent, your mind's descent still lowly you go in the acrid stench.
Your sensitivities perk and sizzle then pummel down to a grizzly pulp.
Your eyes begin to cry a milky film, a sick white goo for which to see through as objects appear like silhouettes.
Outlines are faceless, places are nameless ~
a ghastly ghostly hollow view.

The horror begins to penetrate your skin, tightens around your brittle spine ~ magnetizing your jello brain, your texture has now become insane. Yet lower and lower you let yourself go, you've left behind everything that you know and crept in its place a circus freak show.

You surely would scream for help but the echoes are piercing your hollow shell in which you dwell grows a thickly and prickly personal hell ~ hardens to form your prison.

This story is cautionary, be very weary and please do not go to this lowly low.
It's not so enticing but rather its frightening now that you know how this gruesome ride goes.

All beware and please take care.
 Nov 2014
Mirlotta
A crumpled paper heart
beats in the corner of
her paper soul.
 Nov 2014
Dark n Beautiful
What if everything
Were revealed: about my whereabouts
Especially last night:
Was I somnambulism?
It time to get myself together,
I was all over the place
I have to channel my energies into something useful
I have to stay soulful
I have to stay focus
I am not a night walker.
But a vampire.
 Nov 2014
PrttyBrd
A heart so callused as not to feel
Scars too deep for wounds to heal
A soul of kindred spirit seeks
The one, the same, however meek
And so a rip in flesh began
And blood, down tattered souls, it ran
For one to feast on demons grown
Gnawing, both through flesh and bone
Crashing casings over pain
The scars are what the feast remains
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 Nov 2014
Poetic T
I need it to be within you, to touch
Your skin, I whispered
Words,
Bickering,
Mesmerized
By what was spoken
I would knock on bones
Three times
"Let"
"Me"
"In"
I wouldn't hurt you
Much, It wasn't my wanting
The anger just took hold
Its cold out here
"Let"
"Me"
"In"
Skin so soft, my touch burns upon
Your nerves
"LEAVE ME ALONE"
"What do you want"
I whisper like a hurricane
In to your soul
The words
"LET"
"ME"
"IN"
I wish to wear you, to be you
But me I'll not hurt you,
I want to be as before
I want to be that which walks the halls
I want to taste your blood on my tounge
I want three words
"L"
  E"
      T"
"M"
       "E"
"I"
"N"
I lose my temper, rage flares
I had thrown you to hard this time
"Damaged flesh puppet"
"No use to me"
I whisper one last thing
"See you soon my plaything"
"Eternity I will play with your strings"
As you scream with last breathes
"******* this door is closed"
"Never To Let You In"
One door closes but many more will I knock
The same question asked **"will you let me in"
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