#ghouls
In a bed splashed by mermaids,
listening to the angels sing,
pulling on every heartstring.
Watching for fairies
and leaving gifts by the tree:
"If I tell them my name, maybe I'll be free."
Awake and unmoving,
gentle eyes greet a panicked mind,
soothed by the touch of the coldest hand.
The dead listen to the sorrow of the ******
"Imaginative child, you'll grow out of it soon,"
I repeat in a mocking tone
and laugh with the moon.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 11:20 AM UTC
___ghouls and goblins splash,
face paint melts into the surf,
trickles and retreats___
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
Jihadis have no souls.
They are not humans.
I categorize them under ghouls.
They are enemies of all life.
No soldier should regret killing a Jihadi of any age.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
I see the flames and hear the echos
Ghosts of the past, now rendered gone
The walls crumbled down, the foundation cracked
They say a man died, maybe there were more
For I don't think they were counting souls
They ask who's to blame for this failure of a gecko
Only looking for answers fast, trying to make a discovery before the dawn
The only evidence left is a crown, for nothing else can be tracked
And yes a man did fry, but it was for the untold lore
This case is a mystery, one that will surely turn men into Ghouls
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Crow’s sung in the wakening night
Causing ghosts and ghouls to stir up a fright
Kingdoms broken down in ominous sight
A moon drowned in red
Hanging on by a thread
Scarecrows wandering from field to field
A night escaping by echoing cries
Where the black cats pounce through dusk
Where witches laughter is cold to the touch
A whisper heard in the atmosphere
Halloween is near
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 10:26 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
At once you feel it, stop, perform an about turn
Something behind you, into your back its eyes burn
You shiver and shake, rub the hairs on your arms
No-one there, but the goose bumps, the sweat on your palms
Carry on walking, swift, humming out loud
Desperate now to find yourself deep in a crowd
You are sure you can hear it, a breath, a refrain
Who is, who follows you home once again
It has happened before, in fact quite a few nights
A shadow appears in the glow of streetlights
It is gone by the time you shuffle up, when you dare
Where’d it go, did I see it, was it even really there
Put it down to exhaustion, a trick of your mind
The tiredness, the ***** the crap daily grind
The work, family, stress it is driving you mad
Makes you see things not there, you’re so ****** sad
We all have our demons, horrors, creatures run wild
Dreamed up monsters we’ve nurtured since we were a child
But monsters don’t exist here, bold, out in real life
They are fantasies, just stories, imaginations run rife
Silly idiot, you’re stupid, get a sodding grip
And you laugh at your crazy as you feel yourself trip
Something was there, it got you, hear a grunt or a bark
It drags you kicking and screaming deep into the dark
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits
comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones)
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shield
ding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet, a severely
hunchbacked ******
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, Culture Club
The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring
indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent 10,000 maniacs screaming
sinister semblance to banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Echoing one end of universe to the other
putting to shame initial big bang
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy
premised conjectures of brilliant minds
could gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated,
via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr
amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes,
snuffs out one lowly
Beatle browed bipedal simian.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
I am disgusted with myself
Under a disappointed stare
The agony clear and palpable
As it courses through open air
I cannot change the deeds I've done
Unspeak the weighty lies I told
I work towards a better future
To prove trust is something I can uphold
The idea of you wondering
If I am not who I am
Keeps me enveloped in fear
Words barricaded in a tricky dam
Together we can tear down obstacles
Defeat shadows and doubt
One by one I will fix the problems
We have been fighting about
My ghouls are running wild, exposed
By the knife plunged into your heart
I long to have you in close proximity
Yet keep tearing your love apart
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
There's not much that can scare me in this life.
Ghosts
Ghouls
Demons
The dark
They all seem rather mundane in the ways of scaring young children
When people like me think of frightening circumstances,
We think of all the ways we can lose our not-so-hard-earned money,
The ever resounding call of failure
And in the end, the inevitable destruction of this earthly vessel.
However, all of these unimaginative dilemmas still seem so bland in my eyes, when compared to the pain in my chest when I'm alone.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
Criminal Arson, lyrical Spartan
All coming from the dark abyss
of my apartment
I'm Aiming for your cartilage
Heart attacks happen often
Watch your ****
watch your next step
Slip up, to get surgery
like open neck
Don't expect
this **** to be progressive
nor a lullaby
I've been non-aggressive
for the longest time
I deserve some credit
for this overtime
I have reached a point
where I'm disrupting lives
Cold bars
see we're living in some chilly times
Every day I cross the street
yet I'm negligent of the signs
if I get hit is that ****** or suicide?
I see it as do or die
that action is to defined
These words move faster
For people with slower minds
This accent is Anglo-Saxon,
to massive yet to disguised
I write in the form of acid
too drastic for you and I
Avoiding all of the masses
by acting like I am passive
When really my minds a passage
That leads to actions erratic
Most people are systematic
Calculated by habits
Always missing in action
Due to lack of a passion
Distorted by forms of havoc
Armageddon again, again and again
Tell this message to your fam and a friend
Famine, no salmon nor small m&ms;
This is the end
counter clockwise is this demonstration
Illustrations
in the form of verbal detonations
Professor X with a hex that will stop all ovulations
So that the idea of having a child
will only exist in imaginations
This is future annihilation
instinctual termination
Nuclear concentrated
enough to change all that's physical, the removal of hair follicles
So visceral, diabolical cynical
my methodical rituals
Render foes
to their minimal state
I trust as far as I can throw you
What's you physical weight?
I'm hoping to take,
this **** to the next level
So I pulled out the Weegee board and had a chat with the devil
He made me a solid offer
I simply couldn't refuse
There was one thing that I had to do
I dipped a dreidel in a bowl of holy water, then spun it on top the altar, father took a turn but it seems that his luck had Faltered, broke was the man, so in turn, the church had to offer a bundle inside a basket
Which cradled a couple dollars
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
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.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
Black eyes,
Deep and endless.
Shines a light,
Bright and timeless.
A kind smile,
On a gnarled face.
Handsome in his
own way.
Honesty.
A lost virtue,
In this wasteland
We call home.
Smoke drifts
from a parted mouth.
Escapes into the
nothingness of the
green-tinged sky.
*"Moments like these,
I know all that karma
stuff is all bull."*
Those are your words.
Not mine.
*"Because no one like me,
should be this lucky."*
There is no one like you.
A man out of time,
in stolen red duds.
tricorn hat tipped
to the side.
That smirk,
that damnable,
smirk, plastered,
forever to your smug mug.
Your ruddy hand
reaches back.
Open palmed
full of scars.
To grasp my mine.
Much smoother skin.
"Come on love,"
you say,
with your voice
full of gravel.
*"Lets get this freak show
on the road."*
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
I’d like to tell a tale so grim,
Don’t pray for hope, mere foolish whim,
“Beware to all who enter here,
The trees themselves can sense your fear”
A place where ghouls and goblins wait,
For lonely travellers to seal their fate,
A place where hope has long since gone,
And eternal darkness lingers on.
I would not suggest you stop and rest,
March on my friend, I think that’s best,
Danger hides in every tree,
You doubt my word, just wait and see.
An unearthly stench wafts through this wood,
The demons sense your rich warm blood,
I urge you not to pitch your tent,
Heed my warning, it is well meant.
No sweet spring blooms will greet your path,
Anything of beauty incurs such wrath,
No sound of birds to fill the air,
A joyous song, they would not dare.
There is no sun, nor gentle breeze,
You won’t find safety among these trees,
The air is still, the air is calm,
With creatures here to cause you harm.
You feel the cold, your icy breath,
As in your footsteps follows death,
He’ll strike you down without a thought,
Tread carefully, this path has dangers fraught.
These woods are thick, their area vast,
Travellers stare, afraid, aghast,
But do not stop, no do not dwell,
For this could be a living hell.
The creatures here have but one goal,
They want to claim your very soul,
To bring an end to your miserable days,
They’re able to do this in a myriad of ways.
So heed both my warning and the sign,
Turn back from here while you have the time,
The reason they call it the Weeping Wood?
No weep of willow, but travellers’ blood.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
Explain the rules,
All you callous ghouls,
What are rules?
Power games for you,
One way traffic, you see,
Why are you exploiting me?
Why can't you get someone better?
Write me your rules in a letter!
So, you callous ghouls,
You explain your rules,
Maybe there are no rules,
You made it up to suit you,
You write down your rules!
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC