As the man on screen aims
His rifle towards the zombie's head,
I picture myself holding the pistol
Tighten my finger over the cold trigger.
The popcorn in my microwave
And dust on the shelves
Are all that hits my ear.
I'm fighting the zombie.
The sunken eyed ghoul that
Haunts my mirror.
Doesn't really mean anything. Just wanted to write about something.
I am a good soul,
Housed in a body that's unluckily alive with some expectations.
I am but as good as a ghoul,
A smile always pasted across my face to mask the sad intonations.
My HP Poem #1761
I promised myself,
To take that secret to the grave.
I even dug my own grave.
Buried myself within it,
Keeping that secret locked,
In my beating heart.
I didn't know,
Some ghoul would take it out,
From my corpse,
By feeding on my dead heart.
I don’t need another friend
I need my love with you
I want to spend my time
I want to give my life
In my quest
To make you mine
It takes two
To make one complete
The stars in the heavens shine
because they agree
Take my hand
And let us roam free
When you’re with me
You’re more than just a friend
I’m in love with you
Your eyes cut deep
Within my soul
I’ve never had to worry
I’ve never been a ghoul
You linger in my fantasies
You’re a no show
When it escalates
To more than just a fling
Let’s talk about us
Let’s see about us
The skies cry
From up above
You’ve never knew
I’m torn apart
You chose what you wanted
And now you’re gone
The only option is to move
With my life
pardon me, my memory is blurred
do not scrutinise my every word
it was late in the night
a memory in black and white
the house was quiet
only my mumbling could be heard
and my speech was slurred
I saw shadows drifting
my telephone began ringing
when rushed to attend the call
I do not have a telephone I recalled
peeked at the reflection in the shelf
to my horror, I saw me chasing myself
looked at myself in the mirror
saw a ghostly ghoul getting closer
ran to my bedroom and bolted the door
from all the crying, my eyes were sore
wondered if this was a dream or was I dead
I turned around to find myself lying in the bed
a one-eyed monster devoured my flesh and blood
I screamed until on the door there was a thud
petrified I hid under the bed feeling trapped
sensed a hand on my neck, my neck was snapped
I opened my eyes and I was a part of the crew
it is now time, we are coming to get you.
ETO ako, miktinig ay kukuhanin
At sisigaw ng "Pagkain!"
Ang alimusong nalalasap,
Oh, pagkaing kay sarap!
'Di ko na alam kung ano na ang mga pinagsasabi..
Utak ko'y supil na ng kagutuman ko,
Kaya wawakasan ang walang kwentang tulang 'to. Tabi!
Tulang patungkol sa aking nararamdaman araw-araw.. (Eto = eto yoshimura) See what I did there? Pun.. oho
I own your body,
I own your soul,
The one that owns your sorrows and gives you happiness,
I am that ethereal ghoul.
My HP Poem #1717
A shiver creeps right through the house
Searching hard for a spine so to tingle
It scuttles and darts around like a mouse
Hunting just for the right soul to single…
Out for its attention. Upon which to blow
That cold icy breath; to make shudder and shake
The one that it settled on never will know
Why they felt such a fear when not even awake
For it found them and used them
Wrapped and smothered their skin
Pricked and tickled their body during deep REM
A dream frigid and sharp and as bitter as gin
Oh the terror it gets you however you try
Shoots hard up your back as the strongest of shingle
The worst thing about it is you never know why
With your deep darkest fears it’s determined to mingle
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
What happens in the deepest darkness of the night, during black hard sleep, when "something" touches you...from somewhere
Across the street by the old elementary school,
Lives a man that is married to some strange ghoul.
In a dark old house she stays hidden,
For the world around her wished her ridden.
In my own opinion, i disagree.
Despite her strange appearance I believe she’s alright to a certain degree.
From what the man tells our town,
His wife almost never has a frown.
It’s a shame that she looks so gruesome.
Because i believe she is rather lonesome.
If only it weren't for her scary face,
She would be able to get out more often and embrace.
My Mind is on the other side of Your soul
The one you think you can control
Your soul is a noxious ghoul
Hiding in that foul waste
I see through your face
Of your tremendous deceit
You create chaos
So you won’t be found
Yet there you are
Breaking in to my mind
So that I will never find
~My way alone~
Better to know I’m not your fool
~Straight out of my mind~