#scares
Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?
Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?
I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.
I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.
gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?
Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?
Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.
Happy Halloween!
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Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
If flesh and bone battle scars alone make you uncomfortable
You could not handle a sneak peek into my soul
How do I manage the impossible?
Your guess is as good as mine, that's all I know
Never as easy as saying no though
©2023
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 4:37 PM UTC
You are not a thought on my mind.
You are not a passing glance.
You are the ruin of my cerebral cortex.
A scar permanently on my hippocampus.
The destruction of my inner peace.
The trigger for my fight or flight
AC
Nov 16, 2022
Nov 16, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
Drinking blood in wine glasses
Eating the flesh like they're eating peaches
Demons do whatever they pleases
Cut the skin
Dig deep in the veins
Shred the flesh
All they need is blood
All they need is red
All they need is screams
All they need is pain
Cut the throat
Tearing people to pieces Sucking the blood out of the chunks
The massacre bleeds red
The screams do grow
Then silent night does come
Isn't that what all people strive for?
Isn't that what all demons strive for?
Isn't that what all power hungry people strive for? They the demons
They **** they ****** they massacre
They shed blood of innocent
The demons are livin inside us
We make sins
It's us The humans
It's us The demons
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 3:14 AM UTC
We will find all the pieces that are gone.
Put them all together,
Squeeze your eyes and they won't see the scares.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
She was my everything until she said I ment nothing to her
Like a passage in a dream remembered
Being that the best are forgotten and relearned like lessons from our past
She had scared my heart and that will last
Shes a stranger to me now just as she wanted it
Like an old book urning to be read but forbidden to be opened
Lonely thoughts of an emptied heart are all that's left
How sad is it to be broken and not repaired
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
I can ask for the truth.
The only thing is,
I will never believe you.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Take me down to the river to scream
Where the fish are alive in the stream
Where the heart can loudly beat
There we are safe to take a seat
Resting our feet from the fire
We can clearly see our true desire
Let our screams cover it all in black
Do not hold anything back
We used to have silly little fears
But now we face true worldly scares
In a river with only so much water
Let us fill it with the fears we slaughter
In a storm or current that sweep us up
Screaming on to fill and fill, now keep it up
Let it out and release your cares
Let it out so we forget our fears
Move on and enjoy the sweet rush of water
As if nature our mother and we her daughter
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
if i still flinch at the things that scare me
does that mean i'm still alive?
some days i'm not sure
i'm a stencil of a body
with a beating heart in the middle
like a stick figure
only you can't guess my letters
some say i'm a mystery
they can't figure me out
i think i'm drawn to that too
that hidden sadness inside
the more i know about you
the more i make sense
when you hurt
i can feel it
when you're happy
i can feel it
the pain is still real
i'm still alive
and we're breathing
somehow together
until one of us leaves
i still flinch because this scares me
there's an end in sight
today i am sure
kiss me goodnight
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
it was my habit from my childhood
i ran out from my home in evenings
i traveled very Licentiously
my mother told me
"come back to home before the evening time "
my mother told me
"dancing witches and devils comes downs in evening "
"please you should come back to home at time "
but after all i went out
i ran from home
in the empty streets , lanes
on the roads
i wandered on graves
it was my wish
to see that body-less spirits
to meet a shadow
to see them dancing
how they changes their shapes
and reappears
i wanted to see my self running in scare
i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows
"ghosts " " they look like this and that "
but i had never seen
nor their dance
but today after a long
when ever evenings starts
wind blows slowly
darkness starts rising in my yard
i started feeling scary
phantoms of my sadness
and shadows of my memories
souls of my loved ones comes down to me
they makes huge noises
their voices gives too much pain to my ears
and then in this fear
i remained scary
and dreadful
they all dance ghastly
now i feels UN-comfort in evenings
now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish
now i remember what my mother told me once
now
"when ever evenings starts haunting souls and witches comes down "
"those witches dance
very dreadfully
come back to home at time ... my dear "
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Only my parents are helping me survive,
And in their company I mature,
I wish that they be here for evermore.
I so wish someone else could hear me too,
And so I will not be lonely in near future,
Only that much do I now wish for myself..
I've my parents right now to love me,
And none of them is immortal,
Only in my memories they will live on...
I have my parents contrary to an orphan,
And they are really the best ones for me,
Only this much I know as of the moment.
I know that they won't be here one day,
And in a prison I will be trapped,
Only within the prison of loneliness.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
A darkened soul, with a touch of beauty no doubt
Beautiful inside, because of the scars on the out
The pain can not be locked
Inside
Cuz if it was we would surly die
So the wounds leak with blood in thin lines
The fear within,it just grinds
But what a beautifully sad soul that's locked inside
Waiting patiently for someone to find
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Two broken souls
Trying to make each other whole
They were quite a mess when they found each other
Each had lived through torment, one after another
Her body was full of scars, just trying to maintain
His heart had been trampled and drained
They gave each other their own heart
They found it filled in all the parts
And together they were whole
They were connected, soul to soul
Her with all her worries of the future
He always tried to hush and nurture
He would slay all her demons and doubt
She showed him what true love was all about
They loved each other so
Like they had known each other long ago
They lived joyfully for many many years
There was only ever joyful tears
Until that one horribly sad day
The Lord took her away
On that day his true love died
He just wanted to be by her side
He just seemed to wither away
Without her by his side he didn't want to stay
Soon after he passed too
Even in death his true love he would pursue
They say he died of a broken heart
But I know it was because she had his missing parts
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
Panic, scares, and dark hearts
my mind going fast, so fast
but the world around me,
in slow motion I struggle
to breath, eyes dart from here
to there feeling as though
these thought may consume me
panic,scares, and dark hearts
I am drowning in these thoughts
trapped so very trapped the room
feels as though its smaller and
smaller and smaller until they
shout my name and it's over
panic,scares, and dark hearts
the essences of panic and fear
still linger even when its all
done the voice in the back
of your head it will happen
again panic,scares, and dark hearts
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
"you know this is insane," i gasp
carefully dangling my feet
as he kicks back and forth
with force that scares me
for our bodies that will soon
be broken on the ground
if he keeps it up
"i know, and i dare you to tell me that isn't the reason you came."
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
They don't see the real you,
all thy see is the scares on your arm.
They don't know you,
They judge you, for your scares.
They don't know your spirit, thy only stare.
They think they know your story by looking at your outer skin.
They don't know you.
They are shocked and frightful of you and yet they cry for you and you don't know why.
They aren't the ones that went through the painful, daunting moments.
They think I'm my skin.
They don't know ME.
Why can't they see that?
Could I ever show them the pain I went through? The battles I have lost?
All they see is scares.
I try to cover it up, but there eyes lock unto your arm.
And the moment replays again.
They will never know the real me, I will hide it deep within.
Cause they don't want to know me, all they want to do is stare.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
No food
No sleep
Not even a drink
No one beside me
A broken heart
Scares appearing down my arms
No fun
No future
Not an ounce of your love
No smile
All good now gone
Now I no longer see you
Because of this picture we've drawn
Drownding us in sorrow
Here it comes
Slowly but fully
Trying to take the pain away
Its just not working
It's only a goodbye
But if its true
I will finally die
Before I even get one more chance
To kiss you one last time.....
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
what are you truly afraid of. don't be shy spit it out
we all have fear, that's not in any doubt
Are you afraid, of heights, snakes or dogs, cats maybe? bugs? or the occasional frog?
what about tight spaces, lonely areas or clown faces?
come along son I haven't got all day,
drop your guard and let's play
you won't get anywhere if alone your burdens you bear
what are you fearing right now... I won't judge you I swear.
What am I afraid of? that's an interesting question
And I thank you for asking in this interview session
Not to many things cause me to shake in fright
I dislike tight spaces but they don't give me the shakes
I'm creeping out by clowns but not just the face
I guess the only things on this earth I'm truly afraid of
Are loving with no purpose, just being someone's favorite doll
The only other fear that I care to mention
Is if one of these writings of my invention
doesn't touch someone, in some way shape or form
I'd hate too write for no reason, it's like not facing a Dawn
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
I love you so much and it scares me when
I realized that for the first time in my entire life,
I was really falling in love.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Grotesque bugs that seep.
Along your spinal chord, it'll creep. Burrowing into your skin so deep.
It will haunt you in your sleep.
Don't know how much you can take.
It'll bend you till you break.
Swimming in your blood like a lake
Slithering along like a snake.
It'll bring out a tear.
An ear splitting yell you'll hear.
It'll be there waiting, oh so near.
Can't you tell, this is FEAR.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC