#costume
I found myself attending costume parties without a mask.
I was ashamed of myself.
So, I began to wear costumes and masks.
People approved greatly—they called me many things:
kind, gentle, honest—a good person.
And, suddenly I found myself unable to take off the costume.
I looked around to find myself alone once more in my attempt to escape.
I realised what fools they were—what a fool I had been.
So, now I attend without a costume.
I ignore their comments—"Oh, what happened to the kind boy I used to know?"—because no longer do I play the fool's game.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
The jack-o-lanterns , the chocolate, the fun,
The lies of danger should be over and done.
One family did it to their own little girl
and just once
sure they faltered,
history shows, But Halloween deserves to live in all its glory
the laughter in every street grows.
A story twisted till now, her family the foe, no one else involved anyhow Caught in a lie that everyone seemed to know
. Not strangers ,
not once not ever.
Just one poor family that wasn't that clever.
No one hiding in shadows
not monsters in the dark,
her destitute kin, their hands left this mark.
Hospitals have known, urgent care has seen,
The truth of Halloween is far from mean.
Safe, joyous, mischievous, costumes that gleam, The streets belong to witches, to pirates, to dreams Fun and silliness careless youth and recorded screams.
An urban legend got demonized an blown out of proportion safety and the love for our kids twisted through the telephone game lens and added distortion .
Its just not true !
I happily did all the research for you.
No records of admittance no insurance claims no weirdos doing bad stuff anyone can actually name or blame.
There never were ANY bad treats
just A bad horror story repeated on every neighborhood street.
All hospitals keep an accurate ledger, even backwoods halls, Even Appalachian urgent care, has NO documented calls.
So dress up, go out , hit up the streets and the malls Put the fear back in the costumes where it belongs let em bob for apples and sing silly songs.
In autumn night, Before ghosts and goblins gave the town such a fright,
Records stood silent, precise and unbending, No claims, no apple admittance no illness or bad will not then, not now, not ever no children’s lives were ending.
Just more 80's satanic panic the buzz **** un ending
its a hollow lie and not worth defending.
So stop the fear-mongering, the horror tales grown stale, Let kids run laughing, let candy prevail.
There never have been any poisoned chocolates no apples that killed, Just friends in the night, chasing thrills
and the thrilled.
Buckets full of love and fun to be filled
and then spilled.
Hoarded or traded at school
so proudly coveted or paraded.
Trick or treat indeed
its the good time we all enjoy and need.
This is the truth easily verifiable so let em have fun and it IS FUN undeniable.
Happy Halloween go out and enjoy it . Spread the truth, not fear and unfounded lies give love and receive love and enjoy a surprise . HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.
– Ezra Pound
How would they style themselves for the net,
the little fishes of the lake?
Not robes of purity, Ezra,
but sequins cut from trash,
brands bright as lures,
fashioned to catch the eye, a glint of sun.
Would the big ones strap on knockoff fins
to flex in shark cosplay near the shore,
snapping reels in the reeds,
captioned #greatwhitevibes #apexpredator?
Would carp veil themselves in algae,
funeral couture,
posting stories of their grief in green?
Would they admire the fishery tags:
industrial piercings they can’t remove,
or the hook-slit scars from catch-and-release,
each one a verified badge,
proof they were trending once, briefly,
before sinking out of frame?
Would they tilt to the water’s glass,
checking which gill looks slimmer,
tails arched like influencers at golden hour,
the shimmer hiding shame,
the shame we taught them to wear?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
Finding love is like Halloween
Roaming the street in your best costume
Knocking on strangers doors
Asking them trick or treat
Until you find the one you feel comfortable
Taking the mask off with
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:40 PM UTC
Just like a shirt cannot
hide the hurt
or a headache
beneath a hat
nor a heartache in a suit
or cold feet in a boot
or glove for a trembling hand
neither a thought I think
could be bound
by a headband
You may appear
cool, calm and collected
but make-up and costume
cannot hide the bleeding
of a wound thats infected
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
I’ll be your Dracula,
You know all I’ll need is your heart.
You be the wicked witch,
All you will need is a hooked nose,
‘Cause you already cast your spell on me!
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
I have no costume on
I wear no mask
I see what you see
I hear what you hear
My heart is not a spider web
Nor will it catch you off guard
It ain’t a skeleton in the closet
As you can see what I see
I have no spooky ideas
I have no creepy creations
Maybe I am the abnormal
As my mask is the see through one
Life is not a costume parade
Nor it needs to be one day wonder
It becomes a miracle
When we share what we feel
Say what you feel day in and day out
Until the zombies go out
I will surely see what you see
I will hear what you hear
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
We meet at the Museum
hours after it has closed
Dressed - Impress
- Costume ;
All of our Art exposed
We'll feast upon The Security
the mousetrap
and The Ghost
We'll chew upon the wiring
We're the party
guests
and host
- a child in love
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
a Halloween
standout in
a costume
that bellows
in neither
lake that
clouds their
garnishment that
brews the
heathen in
this gallery
only to
bear false
witness with
euphoria that
brandishes the
wine here
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
I'm the human version of the Energizer Bunny.
People laugh at me but I don't think it's funny.
I put on this rabbit costume and the zipper broke.
I'm stuck in this rabbit costume and that is no joke.
I'm trapped in this costume that is pink.
I've been trapped for three years and I sure do stink.
When I ask people for food, they give me carrots.
I hate being a vegetarian, I can no longer bear it.
I must get out of this costume and I have a **** good reason.
Hunters have rifles and tomorrow is the start of rabbit season.
I'm sick and tired of being a laughing stock to humanity.
Please get me out of this costume before I lose my sanity.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
gaga and gall are walking down the street
gaga sees some bling, gall goes in and steals
they end up in the slammer and gansta's
there to greet
gall punches gangsta and naturally gore appeals
gaga wakes from the dream, guts tries to console
he offers her an option and they both get outa' da hole
now gall, gangsta and gore while in solitary
meet with goner and good ol' grouch
glory hallelujah comes up with the key
all escaping sideways from sleeping gangeree
they keep running into gutter, introduced to giddy
all on this gollywoggle jolly hallow night
all whipped up and painted by yours truly
gimmicky.
(halloween 2016)
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
We're out at a bar splitting a good night of cheers
Drinks and laughter flowing among peers
Double shots dance around the table
Tonight's the moment, tomorrow's a fable
We garnish the laughter with Halloween
What's your costume, how do you swing
A chorus of "I'll dress up as a cowboy"
Is met by a few rolling eyes, "I'll address their convoy"
Not to be excluded is the gay guy in back that chimes in
And competes with the rolling eyes, cowboys are mine
Laughter of reveries spills faster than the drinks
A 80's song, When Doves Cry, continues to play over the links
A women crashes the party and exhorts the group
Come on guys put your wings on, fly the coup
Halloween's around the corner, make a splash, make waves
Find your muse with a costume that stands up, and raves
Look out to the horizon, the rarefied air, and trick for treats
Find my tunnel of love with a costume that beats
After a pause, a coy smile surface on rolling eye's lip
Oh Melville come with me, come with me, and take a dip
Double shots dance around the table
Logan Robertson
10/19/17
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
If a puzzle was his peer
and a parallelogram was his shirt
while his tangency threw his belt
where his shoes kept aground
and his step to rather George didn't tarnish him;
with the steeples in bay windows on near side of the street to worship a gathering of wisdom where he'd praise mackerels
and the president with a gray suit.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC
As Kate and Ann
make mine gravity in Peter Pan
and giddy with **** nigh go up and
down upon his leaf
so even now at dine
ise ready for a steeplechase that really rock thine
essence whom fill or slam such gore making sure homeward
with sound of a steal magnolia only there a tower serenade
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
Let the truth be revealed let the spring bloom
Let beauty be at dance from morning till noon
That is how to light travel from naked costume
Clouds dare not to come on the path of moon
My sweetheart your beauty surpasses universe
There are no words which explain the reality
Your style ,your graces,your gait is so diverse
Who can come in your way and what it could be
Let me be yours in the company of all flowers
Let me present the water from divine fountain
Let me uncover from the treasure all the covers
My love you are so beautiful less you there is none
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
I love the costume you wear
Discounted and undervalued
But I see it for its true colors
It's a method, a mood, a mystery
How after so much pain
You're still here somehow, and smiling.
I love the costume you wear
Ocean blue sadness
Veiled by the violet warmth of your acceptance
Indescribably beautiful melancholy
Like the sunrise I watched today
The night wistfully accepting the inevitable morning
Knowing that midnight's velvet comfort will once again return.
I love the costume you wear
But I wish you wouldn't hide your true colors within
Its fierce red curtained folds
Or behind those miserably memorized monologues that just don't ring true
It's like you've got stage fright but
The stage is yourself.
I love the costume you wear
But come with me
And let's dance until the pain glows like the sun and becomes beautiful
Until the moon lights your way and you are no longer afraid
Until the wind takes your hand and you can release the curtain and let go
Until you can drop the script and let your words fly like birds, of their own accord
And until you can embrace the world
With only your heart, your smile, and yourself
And dance beyond it all, freely.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
I wear this costume you
provide
And recite the script you
wrote.
I shove myself aside
to live in the shadows of
this person you created.
I live this lie daily.
With no breaks in character.
Have I pleased you yet?
Are you satisfied with
my performance?
Now that I've changed myself
for your enjoyment,
do you love me?
Because I'm *******
dying.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
I consume the scenery of Halloween,
impartially piercing the brooding gowns of girls who,
conforming to the timeless raindanced moons
and sweating under better moods,
fling their little masks into the void and
precious their skin melts into mine.
The groping feelers of insect heads impose
on a stark and fulfilled figure who
needs no bigger danger than the
needless release of a stranger's spring.
Flung like a frog onto the thorns of her
blooming petals and in ecstasy
deranged upon how sick and being free
she flies towards but up always reaching
unto nether maidens and whose heads have been raided
for the beds
which and onto the next ****** body they've sated
Time
and all the satellites of minute hands revolving
surround the years before you killed your calling
saying (please involve the fearful loathing
of the quarry which stalked by you befell me
to slay it and by bulging moonbeams
lick and lap of her that which remains)
and
by squealing pillow-muffled she
presses harder and into herself my shame
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Hallowe'en night's here!
The kids go out in costume,
Dressed up as Muslims.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Fourteen years ago on this Hallowed Eve
you joined ancestors and fellow poets,
traveling through time, and into God's light.
Always one to find meaning in your days,
perhaps you chose your last one too,
even after months of summoning
all the bravery within you.
Honoring both saints and magical living
especially in our childhood,
even a velvet mermaid's tail
embroidered with shining sequins
manifested in your deft and giving hands.
You are always with us now, Ma/Patt
even as you are always missed.
Today, your long auburn hair that never turned white
tumbles over a deep blue satin costume,
embroidered with silvery stars.
Your generous, enduring smile
is so at home, beloved Ma,
in the Heavenly company
of God's own angels.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC