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Darkness crawls across the walls and floor
Casting shadows throughout the castle
Candles giving momentary relief
Before you plunge back into the blackness
Water dripping from the ceilings and window sills
You wander through the desecrated halls
A scream echoes ricocheting off of the walls
Traveling through the castle
Your breath shortens becoming quicker
Obsidian shadows following as the candles become fewer
Your steps echo as you navigate your way through the halls
Hoping, praying that whatever caused the scream
You would not encounter it
Your steps quicken as fear overcomes you
Exposure to the pitch black causing the fear
Your breath and heart stop as ahead yellow eyes glare
Murderous, ravenous yellow eyes
Stepping back, the eyes stare straight ahead, never wavering
You turn and run, cursing the entity that condemned you
The dampness of tears streaming down your face
As you reach where the candles are lit
You turn and squint into the darkness
Searching for a glimpse of the yellow gaze  
You sigh in relief sagging against the wall
Opening your unknowingly shut eyes and there they are the yellow eyes
The last thing you see are the white teeth and hearing your own screams
Monsters lie awaiting in the dark, but they also lie in the light
Sally A Bayan May 2016
C-hoose prudently...let crazy faces be imprisoned in the past

R-ecall...relive moments we went cold with fright and terror

I-nsouciant, we become, when problems are resolved...but, we cannot

S-idestep old fears, sorrow.......Let's do something, for change...We've

E-ndured hardships...we've become sun-baked adobe bricks...For once, let's

S-eek space...meditate...focus on lessons learned...from past CRISES.

                            (six lines of ten words)


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Sally

Copyright May 5, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***elections are nearing...***
Pretty girl Apr 2016
He had a hole in his had
That thing that is dead
Grandad use to wake him up by pinching his toes
But no one knows that he is a demon
Waiting for you to fall asleep
And close your eyes
That beautiful creature in the night
Cut out his eyes
Sliced off his nose
His lips were already gone
He could talk to grandad no more
He lives in the scary
But he can see clearly in the dark
He blows out the candles to make himself feel better
Hell cut off your toes and make himself some clothes
That's what happens when there's a blanket over your head
He killed your dad and now he's dead
Where's mom
Eek
He's behind
Her shadow
He's getting her now too
And there's blood poring from her shoes
You are barely breathing and your color is draining
Outside its raining to wash away the blood
In the morning there'll be bags and bodies and a crowd
But right now
Shows over and your feet are mangled over the bed they dangle
Now he can see them from a better angle
Darkly Apr 2016
I am a little shadow creeping in the night
I am the one to take away light
When you hear me clawing at your bedroom door
Your heart will be mine forever more
A little singy song I wrote and recorded in high school.
LJDC Feb 2016
I am afraid,
Afraid of what will tomorrow bring.
I am afraid,
Afraid of wrong decisions.
I am afraid,
Very afraid, of losing you.

You define me,
You gave me a meaning,
You complete me,
You make me real.

Dreamy but true,
Ancient but new,
Tradition but modern,
It's me loving you.

What do I do?
If there's nothing I can do?
And I am just best in loving you?

Keep me in your arms,
Hold me as I fall,
Reach me when we part,
Love me.
I am afraid.
Have courage.
Karen Hamilton Feb 2016
I'm afraid to be here
At home all alone
When the man in the dark
Could be roaming so close

I'm afraid to be here
After last night
When the man in the dark
Gave me a fright

I'm afraid to be here
With eyes open wide
If the man in the woods
Is lurking outside

I'm afraid to be here
Tell me why did he come
Look up at my window
Hiding for fun

I'm afraid to be here
Without my best friend
Who witnessed him too
Sent our minds in a bend

I'm afraid to be here
Tell me how does he know
The best way to creep
To see my window

I'm afraid to be here
Tell me why was he here?
A chancer, a pervert
A stalker I fear
© Karen L Hamilton, February 2016
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night
With panic gripping your heart tight

Have you ever seen the shadows walk the halls
Or seen the black marks they leave upon your walls

Have you ever heard their growls or hisses
Or felt on your skin their dark kisses

Have you ever shut your bedroom door tight
But they still pass through to give you a fright

Have you ever felt the fear dripping from the ceiling
Have you ever had that awful feeling

Have you ever had your demons play
Outside your head that way?
You see them
—ravishing in their chosen craft and marvelous before your sight
Resplendent creatures born from the union of fabricated thoughts and witty artistry
Tantalizing celestials that grow larger,
making you feel like you're engulfed in their searing arms—
branding you with marks of inefficiency

You look down
—unsure of your own atrocious behavior and crude mimicry
Revolting are you, you believe with utmost conviction and undying self-loathing
A carnal wanton of jealousy,
insisting that you will never share the same grandeur as them—
and you miniscule yourself

You stand center stage,
—on a platform where an audience could only ridicule you from below
Unnerving is their unmerciful criticisms to your lithe skill of transformation
******* savages are they,
when oceans of daggers spill forth from their mouths—
prepared to plunge into shame

but this feeling you have in your chest,
that distinguished bass filled tune
is unmistakably and undeniably,
*Unrehearsed.
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there you are
hiding just outside the glow of the streetlamp
in the alley, waiting patiently

who were you Jack?
you maniac
when did your mind turn?
what twisted event led you here?
keep it under control Jack
I know, she's coming
I hear her footsteps too

was it in your childhood Jack?
did something happen...
beatings in the dark?
were those nightmares real?

why not give that blade to me and walk away...
please Jack...
Jack?
I know...you must
it is what you are...
addiction is a terrible thing

are you ready Jack?
I hear your heart pounding
now make pleasant conversation,
slowly raise the blade as she eats the cherries
very good Jack
now watch as the life slowly leaves her stark, staring eyes
wait for the breathing to cease...
there...now you can go to work
you've left your mark once more
and you are fixed again

who were you Jack?
you maniac
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