#costumes
A frowning Teletubby
cradles a limb gone wrong.
Scott Summers comforts the Karate Kid,
who wails, all night long.
Down the hall, a nurse on call
meets two of her patient twins.
One offers a tired smile,
the other weeps for her sins.
A young wizard in a wheelchair
glides past, his robes blood-red.
His parents frantically hover,
as he laughs at the spell he misread.
Samhain's last breath mingles
with the smell of anesthesia and dread.
Even the ghosts get a wristband,
as they wait beside the dead.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC
Who knows
How many more of those
Devastating blows
From life's twisted episodes
I can take
Before I get exposed
And everybody knows
This smile's a fake,
Adorned like over warn costumes on Broadway shows
©2024
Jun 29, 2024
Jun 29, 2024 at 1:43 PM UTC
Bring out the lights
The ones that glow orange and purple
Slip on your black and white tights
And plant some spiders
We're bringing the aesthetic
Creepy glam and full face
If there isn't a pumpkin involved
I'm not interested
Let's hit Party City
And get this started
I can be Inigo and you can be Buttercup
Or I can be Noel and you can be Sandi
We can dress up as our favourite
Spooky characters
I'll go full axe murderer
And you can be a creepy doll
We'll hit the streets
As wasted teens
They can tell us we're too old
But what do they know
Collapse back home
To watch horror movies
Stay up all night
On fright and candy
This isn't just one day
It's a two month event
So let's get real spooky
And live while we can
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Costumes of different breeds populate the EARTH
Costumes of different breeds have controlled us since BIRTH
Costumes of different breeds
Decide OUR Worth
Costumes of different breeds must work together
To bring peace here on
GODS EARTH.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
*When you put on your makeup
to turn gray into vibrance
Or when the costumes you wear
are no longer pretend
I'll be with you till the very end.*
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
“It’s 2017 those pants they just won’t do.”,
it’s 2017 undressed by a 16 year old,
hold on though it’s not ******
even though yes she is truly beautiful,
we are in the dressing room of a mansion,
attending a costume party that's themeless,
and everyone here is dressed up,
dressing and ********** no salads just ballads and suits that are seamless,
and here I am in this Dream with,
this girl I don't even know and she's 16 with,
an attitude to match rude but just a bit,
and sure she's cute but there's no way I'd hit,
I am not attracted,
to Ms. Red Red,
in Love but not in Lust there’s a difference,
she's a friend's sister and that’s it,
Ms. Red Red,
ridged rounded scaled scarf,
I know that sounds hard to explain,
and I’m not attempting to try,
I’m just saying judging is a waste of time in the Wild.
Listen,
this life is so surreal,
that even when it’s viewed with vivid realizations,
it still doesn’t always even feel like it’s real at all,
all of this,
is,
as insane,
as we are,
are we,
anything other than Out of Control,
O.C. Baby I’m ready let’s roll already,
oh well who knows not me no one tells not even those For Whom the Bell Tolls,
are we,
anything other than Out of Control,
anything other than everything that’s so fckn Cliche,
can’t escape it not even if I tape it up and cast it away.
Fck you,
fck me,
fck this fckn Sociopathic Society,
so long I’m gone gonna join a Progressive Alternative Community.
Are you feelin’ me,
forget the cliches,
let go of every label you were ever given,
especially the labels you’ve given yourself,
well,
here we are again,
at the point in the poem,
where you ask what the point is of this poem,
well
there is none,
the Secret is there’s no Secret,
come on don’t be so passe and blasé,
cliche,
yeah I know,
you told me that already,
but there’s no going back to the Past we’re headed where we’re headed here we go.
2017,
welcome to the Future of Dreams,
and that sounds cool,
but I don’t even know what it means,
see,
sometimes things make sense,
even though,
they’re things we can’t comprehend,
oh well then,
I guess we’re in,
a whirlwind of real life pretend,
living in this Factory of Dreams Happily Ever After,
living H.E.A.,
true Deja Vu with No Rules,
then she shakes me from my daze as she says to me,
“Hey it’s 2017 those pants they just won’t do.”…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
12/1/17
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
her one and only claim to fame
was not a reputable asset
indeed it bought upon her shame
around the ears we weren't wet
accounts galore she'd create
was not a reputable asset
she e'en had some on a sleeper plate
the guises used didn't fool a bit
accounts galore she'd create
why the need for many an outfit?
multiple costumes being worn
the guises didn't fool a bit
ever other identities were born
writing under trillions of naming tags
multiple costumes being worn
but viewers were wise to her wags
writing under a trillion naming tags
her one and only claim to fame
indeed it bought upon her shame
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
In a world where horrors lurk on every corner
When terror's found on every news report
When violence is celebrated at the movies
And death is seen by elders as a sport
It's no surprise that Halloween is hip
That costumes and liquor are our daily bread
And that the "scariest" 'guise people can think up
Is a **** whorish version of the dead.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
We're all actors just looking for the right costume
We're all puppets just looking for the right strings
We're all clowns just looking for the right masks
We're all rabbits just looking for the right holes
We're all people just trying to fit in
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Dress up like the ghosts
From your past and try not to
Scream when they come by.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Those AUTUMN LEAVES keep falling down,
And around the corner you might see a clown.
Or perhaps a scary witch, with a green face,
Its a vision you might want to simply erase.
Oh look there's a princess wearing a crown,
Followed by a fairy, twirling around.
There's pumpkins, ghost, so many sights,
To help us remember it's HALLOWEEN night.
by judy
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
The Hallowe'en costumes are on display
By the window dresser.
As I pass I look to see
My oval face, reflected by the pane,
Wearing a Superman cape.
Tights too.
I look powerful in solitude,
But others see through me.
I shuffled to the next display.
There I was, in high stiff black collar,
Draping a black silk cape.
Count Francie!
I curled my upper lip for fang effect,
Bela Lugosi style,
Instead, Elvis in Vegas returned his Baby sneer.
Scary, but in a different way.
Not me. No Karaoke!
Next.
A harlequin mannequin returned my gaze,
Wearing a jester's cap and bells,
Striped tights with curly toes.
My smile was designed for such a fancy dress.
No joking.
Tomorrow,
I'll find another display window,
And choose whom I want to be.
I can be anyone.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
I expected my first night at a college
to be like in the movies,
and to an extent it was.
Walking down streets on wet asphalt,
halloween night without a raincoat.
Half of my expectations
must have been coated
in a thick fog,
surprising me with consistent images
of you.
We snuck into the bathroom
of an unfamiliar apartment
just to manage one last kiss
before we sobered up.
The costumes would come off
and we would go back to pretending
you were just a friend.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Mangled bodies from the grave
Chase you with avenge
Their destroyed faces rave
As they come for gruesome revenge
The cackling grows louder
As the close up on you
Wanting you to cower
As their chase you through
The spell of death in in the air
Crumpled candy under feet
Dread and fear everywhere
Turning people white as a sheet
The graveyard horrors stomping feet
What happens next is unforeseen
The gouls and goblins yell trick or treat
On this perfect night of halloween
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
What I Wanted to Wear for Halloween
…is not what you wanted me to wear for Halloween.
I wanted to be one of those girls in the comic books,
spinning around in high-heeled boots, high-strung ponytails, and miniskirts.
You convinced me to be Mulan.
It was the 90’s, after all.
And she was pretty cool. I guess.
I loved it more when I realized she had a sword. I planned to cut my hair with it.
But when I asked for her sword, you handed me a fan, told me to have fun with my friends.
My best friend wore a real kimono that year – all thick and purple and bright –
her father brought it back from Japan.
We were both Mulan. I guess.
But she loved her fan and silk and uppy hair up-do.
Mine had already taken a tumble for the worse.
And that is exactly what I see, many years later, as I stare in the mirror – finally in my boots.
I keep them on when I sit at the keyboard and type in her name
M-U-L-A-N
The truth comes after H-U-A
After twelve years of fighting, and dying, and winning, and fighting by her side,
China didn’t even know she was a woman.
They couldn’t have cared less at all.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
*Their eyes light up,
As they glanced into the mirror,
In their distinguished and fashionable costumes,
Awaiting to attend the first annual magical competition,
And their face glowed,
Upon departing their private rooms.
On a glamorous Halloween night,
When three endearing teenage girls,
Played Jasmine, Cinderella, and Belle,
They dressed in extravagant fairy tale gowns,
As they held on a prestigious lobby rail,
And their heart stood still, as they walked down the stairs, in a fine hotel.
When guest sighed and applaud,
Into a standing ovation,
While the princess' streamed upon the platform,
In their lovely long dresses,
Posing lavishly, in distinctive and vibrant colors,
And in amazement, they came to a halt, in an exquisite form.
When three young male ushers,
Gently, reached out their hand,
Slowly proceeding with their Disney queens,
Guiding them to the dance floor,
And soon their wishes,
Became quite a reality, like a dream.
But before the clock struck to 12:00,
The girls quickly ran towards the door,
When one of Cinderella's shoes, slipped off her foot,
And was unable to stop,
Since a curfew was set at home,
And there, it sadly stood.*
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
She's a Wrath of my Dreams
This fine Cajun Queen
Her Bare Breast Flashing
For all to see.
She Flirts with the Men
And kisses the Ladies
With her Magical Charms
Of Voodoo and Gris Gris
Igniting a Passion
Of Mardis Gras Fashion
That consumes me
In Fantasy
This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC