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Ian Moonsy Oct 2016
The days grow slower,
And the nights even colder
As the spirits wake from their slumber
Only during the month of November.

The slight scare in the air
Makes the moonbeams glare,
So everyone could be aware
Of the November nightmare.

The place where no one dwells
Is where the demons raise Hell;
At the clock's tick of midnight
Rampage until the dawn's bright light.

Question is, who let these demons be free
That makes everything run and scream?
A never-ending, dreadful story,
Or could it be all just a twisted dream?

Alas, whatever it may be
The horror and the obscene;
Forbidding, uninviting, it is mostly seen
Only during the grim month of Halloween.
Robin & Me
A witch, indeed met me so a mole where willing made her but a match to liken potato and let her teeth beside with a grail that she'd throw a kiss into a prance when beyond a dark corner near square could race to our legs with a carton of eggs and nearer the place that toasted our evening outing perchance with dinner hid in graveyard.
Nicole Sep 2016
Soft wind, tender neck
Kissing lips once pressed

Sky black, universe unfolds
Light beyond reach tonight

Train tracks, quiet sorrow
Silence reveals hallow heart

Lush meadow, abandoned field
Laying on lonely tracks

Past bloom, flower fade
Heart tearing out name

Erase memories, take wind
Midnight train goodbye sin
M May 2016
new age jungles and city species
running through the curious dark
you say “Now IS the time to be alive.”
and stay out late
to watch the sunrise
from suicidal heights
see the bright lights
see the city sights
read your last rites
got
high insights
stay awake to watch the sun rise
to watch your mind fall down
to watch your ultimate demise

bustling brains become a barren tundra
and city thoughts die
and bodies still move with the beat
while thoughts experience defeat
you’re not complete
gotta cheat
gotta eat
but you gotta retreat
but you gotta take a seat
now it’s bittersweet
step back, gotta let go
gotta move on
skip the free throw
rewrite
Kyle Howard Aug 2015
Feeling broken and hallow
Has me left
Questioning what I've done
For the reasons, we failed
I know I am to blame
At least in my own mind
Unable to forgive myself
I too, am
Aware you can not forgive me
You'll never love me again
Which is why
I'll never love myself
Now read it from the bottom up.
Gabriella A Jul 2015
We have to fight or be hallow,
Just like them,
Walking lifeless,
Have we been left for the dead.
-Blessthefall
NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jun 2015
Just an odinary girl
with an extraordinary heart
i cannot keep quiet when i know
that my heart is bleeding.
I cannot keep quiet anymore
and i know it that it attracts my enemies.

I wouldnt fear to be hated
neither to lose a friend
lonely did i come
and lonely will i depart
i know they throw curses
but how far will they get through
that solid heart.

I used to have a smile
that glowed in the dark
for it overcomed the shadowed night
but now all is hallow
and i feel my heart sinking
into the shallow seas

i know they throw curses
but i am still willing to forgive
even though i would never smile
anymore
i feel sorry for you
because you dont know
how far pain cant shot through my heart anymore
Darby Hewitt Oct 2014
'                                              You Can always tell
                                            When His heart is going astray.
                                        You'll losE his compassion when he talks.
                                 You'll notice A hint of guilt in his walk.
                                        The time Together will feel hallow.
                       Your gut will start Eting away at your thoughts.
                       Maybe it's just youR self consciousness showing through.
It's hard to believe that when he Stops replying "I love you".
*-dh
Kenshō Oct 2014
Alone, standing among the ***** grave fields,
a crystal cylinder, Tower of the Tortured,
aspiring towards the void.

Marred bars circulate the Tower's depth.
The walls of torture outlined and gave
deathly void substance.

Diamond souls refracted empty light.
The hollowed trees crawl their roots,
interlacing life and death.

Hovering, creeping downward, they
swayed suspended. Among the hung
and through the trails poised one.

Emanating empty vibration with no substance to grasp..

Crumpled story sheets rested upon a shore,
lost in oscillation. Stumbling entities
unknown to light, covered marsh black,
and layered in blight.

Rest their starred eyes once in infinite time
upon an alien language. Retrieved and returned
to the pillar of slime.

Fading ash whispers off into the night.
No one lived in that tower but the
Crystal King of Death himself, Soldier of Fallen Light.
October is Halloween month!! <3

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