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zebra Mar 2017
there are some folks living in my bathroom
from the in-between world
like a trailer park
for toilet home bodies

it is where some
of the the dead living habitate
gnomish broods who feed
on the mist of mold
and fecundating aberrations
of **** and excrement

where the difference
between objects and souls
blur
sinks and toilets
flapping opinionated vortexes
of gloom brooding
walls wave and warp
like angry water
and howling wind

they are living creatures
animated bodies electric
crying mouths
without breath
fierce undulations
animated denizens scowling
rattling like bricka bracka
used shaking chairs
always steaming
hysterical
daring you to fight them

sometimes between sleep and wake
i enter their dimension
unable to break free of my sleeping self
held down
paralytic
like a narcoleptic slug
inching its way
through a puddle of warm oatmeal

last night i found myself
in the in-between world
to discover some desperate hollow woman
barricading the bathroom

i pushed hard against the door
and heard her sonorous groan
as she collapsed
into thin air

i think i love her
Dhaara T Feb 2017
Under the naked tree
They saw each other drenched in silver moonlight
Revelling in a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night

Two lost souls
Had found one another
To lose themselves
To each other

They'd found their spot
Where not a being would intervene
So there, they reunited, each night
Sparking a silent fire, in this place so serene

Under the naked tree
Revelling in each other's sight
Began a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night

Tides rose, and winds spooked passers-by
As from him, sweet kisses, she stole
A soul, free from the binds of its corpse
Had just found another, to make her a whole
Ginelle Nov 2016
they say the scariest things are
witches, werewolves, ghosts and ghouls;
but they never discuss the demons
that crawl into your mind just 3 hours after midnight.
so what should really scare me on hallowseve?
kenye Nov 2016
Conjuring
an idea
of you

that I can’t explain

like
Je ne sais quoi

You're still
wracking my brain

But now I’ve got you
on the
ta-ta
tip of my
tongue

I want to paint you
like one of those
French girls

le petite mort
You came
and went

Girl in the white
dress

You brought the light like
Sookie Stackhouse.
You wanna do
real bad things with me
A little stranger than fiction

You’re my strangest addiction
The only one
I’d ever spill my True Blood for
From here until the true death

le petite mort
You came
and went

Girl in the white
dress

Mesmerized
by them Lake Michigan Eyes
I saw everything I fear
and everything I desire

You got me
right where you want me
right where I want to be
like a willing sacrifice

le petite mort
You came
and went

Girl in the white
dress

You were my favorite
femme fatale
forcing me to face this
fiery finale

You and me
enlightenment-to-be
Like Nirvana
come on blow my mind
These are lyrics for a Halloween song I wrote about a ghost archetype. Here's the actual song: https://soundcloud.com/therookielot/girl-in-the-white
Adam Mott Oct 2016
Tallest trees, burnt out realities
A hundred acre wood, haunted
Life, a fairy tale without ending
Bitter bedtime story
Buried in a segmented quarry

Bothering through, the hurt of two
Conquered by sorrows with fear of tomorrows
As the seasons' change

Time will mend these roles and parts
Actors on a stage possessing real heart
The first time in human history,
Happy endings

No more bitter glories
The flavour of life underwater
Another colourful persona
Built to make them believe you
Decide to write something vaguely spooky prior to election season
I mean, Halloween
Cameron is real Oct 2016
Run
Follow me to the hill and find what I've seen. Follow me and all will be well. No worries in your mind.  All will be explained in time. Follow me to the hill and you will see. Just beyond the hill is our home. Walls built not with brick but bone. Follow me and see the dead.  To see them all rise and your soul fills with dread.  Follow me from the beginning to end. For tonight we all feast on your head.
An ominous
fortune met
her addict
which she'd
wane than
celebrate drum
for her
staples as
she's grounded
that rumors
were knited
in light
of hounds
but vanishment
came her
omen through
the night.
Hannah Oct 2016
It is fall again,
that time of year
when the veil
between realms thins,
and the dead rise from
the depths of their graves,
to roam our world,
and torment the living.
It's the time of year,
when children fear,
the monster in the closet,
and the boogeyman
under the bed.
It's the time of year,
when werewolves howl
at the full moon,
deep within the dark woods.
Fall is here,
and with it comes the time
for the dearly departed
to resurrect,
and share the world
with the living.
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
Ever follow a witch to the witch store?
At times I felt her see me in her head.
An unholy manifest riven in brain chemistry, a pore
For consciousness to flow through, into dead.
Adam Jul 2016
The steam lifted from the mug, polluting the air with that fresh coffee smell.

As I glance out the slightly ***** window, it was just starting to sprinkle.
The leaves on the trees were dancing the rain.

A cool breeze found its way in when someone walked through the door.
It climbed up my spine, I've had this feeling before.

In the background I can hear people talking and coffee brewing.
Gentle background music gently kissing my ear.

I look back outside and there I am, standing in the rain.

What was I saying? I can't read lips.

That same chill climbed up my spine, but the door was closed.
I look back outside and I was gone.

What did I say?

I take a quick sip of my coffee, burning the roof of my mouth.
That's when it happened, the bright lights stunning my eyes. A red car crashed through the front window.

Killing me instantly.

**"Get out... get out now"
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