"bloodcurdling" poems
I have yet to find the exact
size, length, width, weight, height,
of my rusted trusty nail, which I lost.
Painted golden brown
and rough on the edges,
that old man pinned my door to the wall.
Now it's left hanging in the open
dangling in the wind
swaying with the broken rain,
my home
vulnerable,
a feasty treat,
like the first time Hansel and Gretel saw the witch's house.
I'm not afraid of the
teeth baring wolves
bloodcurdling hounds with red eyes
massive 10 foot hungry bears
that tower over you with outstretched paws
holding a steak knife and fork
its brown fur a bib.
No
I'm afraid of my house
zipping up its backpack
filled with all the canned goods
fresh water canteens from the well
and all the matches and firewood in the cellar
taking off during the night
when the moon is at its darkest,
leaving I,
to do the only thing left:
To pay the bright orange flames
to entertain me as
my wads of money lit up the
darkest night of the century
all because I couldn't replace my
*most dear, loved, precious
nail.*
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
I imagine you a bloodcurdling scene,
with your
avant-garde of conscious stream
slaying syntax
smearing words
like the battered wife
whose entity shadows identity.
and your rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
revolves a continuous, endless carousal
repeating controversies
without just end,
just being
oh, You voodoo Queen of rare success
how does this convince the modernist?
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
The devil’s acts scratched into your skin;
Scald yourself with your own sins.
**** his soul out through his chest;
Ink it out- **** his quest.
Her mind in torture, her lack of amour
Fills her with fear- a ruptured shiver
Here he clutches a deadly dagger
Stabs the prey with morbid hunger
Stalks the hundred blackened souls
Digs a hundred hardened holes
His huge wings sign menace
Kills their passion, screams, “There is no grace.”
In his head, he feels misled.
The way he sees the girl
“I’ve always wanted to tell you,” he shrieks
“You used to be so beautiful!”
The sockets in his face leaks
The conjured up image in his head is dreadful
He lets out a final bloodcurdling cry
A signal of his goodbye
Before he stomps across the sunken boat
Tilts her head and slits her throat.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Running and Running
with heavy heart, I loathe you.
I am allergic to your presence
But still I’m hooked on the inspiration
of your never ceasing spiral.
Do not dare to misshape me
you faceless beast,
for I am known!
Uncontrollable reality I forbid you.
For you are a bloodcurdling nightmare,
which only seems to be misshapen, and broken.
Hurt and lost in your exhausted flaws,
You realize in the end,
that the beast is you,
faceless.
And truly unknown.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
This world is no friend of uniformity,
The man who calls her beautiful spurns her all the same,
they take interest in her till they find new game,
Some tolerate her,those she is closest to,
others cannot but they smile at her too,
She is the passing of time in its best and truest sense,
ALAS! uniformity, how could she be so dense?
She lives in a constant conundrum of they love her or love her not,
but then again if it was true love she wouldn't have given it a second thought.
Why is this world ever condescending yet ever so polite,
Why do people smile sweetly at their victims with bloodcurdling spite,
She may appear strong but she is the timid child in the dark corner of the room,
this world is no place for uniformity she is destined for her doom.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
In the faint light
Of a burning candle
She sat cross-legged
On her bed
Holding her head
In her hands …
Her face was as pale
As her nightgown,
Her eyes as red
As the flame
She was staring at …
Her face was expressionless
Lost in deep thought
It made her look
As if she wasn’t really alive …
Then she smiled
A worrisome smile
The impassive look
Still obvious in her gaze …
She laughed
And she laughed
Bloodcurdling as it sounded
The laughter echoed
In the closed room …
The dead look left her
Replaced by an malevolent facade
“The agony,” she said with malice
“Will end tonight.”
She grabbed the chandelier
And her eyes opened wide
Then she moved to the window
Subconsciously
And set the tip of the curtain ablaze ...
The room roared with the noise of fire
And the echo of her laughter
So devious and clear …
Shadows danced around the walls
Crazy shadows of black and grey
And the ceiling was stained with char …
The laughter soon faded into a cough
As the smoke filled her lungs
She fell to her knees
With a grin of victory on her face.
When the morning came,
Flowers were abloom
Birds took their place, chirruping,
On a charred window railing.
And sunshine slipped inside the room
Onto a dead burnt skeleton
Lying in the cinders...
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
In the darkness they lurk,
The shadows of deceased in spirit form,
Wandering through darkness looking for soul salvation,
Life had been no blessing for these tragic mortals,
Was a lifetime of night times nightmares,
There was no love,
An intrepid raven shouts abysmally,
Playing an off beat funeral dirge of his own,
An omen that evil ran amok,
Hidden out of sight,
A scream rang out,
Bloodcurdling howls
Fulfilling the very air,
Thick, dank,
Stench of rotten death,
From the depths of this despair,
Came forth a good soul,
Sweeping the filth from the cavern,
To be cleansed by the fresh spring waters,
Lain undiscovered for millennia,
The wind whirled through these vile caverns,
Propelling freshness through the dark air,
Darkness diffusion infiltrated with sunlight sparkles,
The good soul made incantations of peace,
Blessing the dark spirits,
Enabled them to rest in peace.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
As Horses With Blinders We Walk Half Blind,
Hate Grows With A Fury Strong As A Flame,
Ignorance Is Traded Like A Disease,
Cruel Words Infect Every Cell In The Mind,
And Every Mind--Is In Some Type Of Cell,
Caged In A Reality That Doesn't Matter,
But Who Is To Say One Even Does?
Our Souls Are Now Clouded With Confusion,
Our Hearts Centered In Narcissistic Joy,
This City Smog Turning Us Doves,
Into Copies And Clones Of Rock Pigeons,
Twisted Smiles Surreptitiously Lurk,
In Every Corner And Every Hallway,
The Real Question Is--What Have We Become?
It May Be Chiché--Ugly In Physique,
And It May Never Ever Be Answered,
We Know We Have The Power To Change It,
To Change All This Bloodcurdling Chaos,
But I Think The Question Really Is When Will We
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
When I was 9 years old,
I witnessed a girl with rivers of crimson,
Seeping from her arms.
She had a blood stained sheet,
Tightened around her neck,
As I heard her bloodcurdling screams,
She locked eyes with me.
I felt her eyes.
Dark and cold, and no emotion behind them.
And when I stared in the mirror at 4:38 in the morning.
I felt the same thing.
It has never left me as it has infused into my cells,
And has branded every thought,
Every sense.
I am unsure to be afraid or comforted.
Someone previously described me as damaged,
not broken,
but I have pieces scattered everywhere,
I have carved reasons why I am useless,
I have swallowed for solutions.
I've never felt so alone.
At least I know I am damaged and not broken, right?
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Am I scared of you?
Am I the bashful gopher?
Hiding terrified in this hole?
NO!
I am the bloodcurdling bear
Coming from his shadowy cave
Am I scared of you?
Am I the gloomy dog?
Walking away gradually, tail between legs?
NO!
I am the fatal wolf
Ready to attack his prey with terror
Am I scared of you?
Am I the cautious possum?
Hiding at the deepest night?
NO!
I am the spirited hawk
Ready to lunge at any second
So now I ask you…
Are you scared of me?
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 8:13 AM UTC
I get this feeling
dew drops in window panes its 5 am
,the cold is stinging me and my back feels a bit sore from the different weather
life stings outside
I lay motionless, half asleep I look at my furniture and my ceiling
and I get this feeling
I looked at all my old things
remembered holding them as a child
and my stomach caves in
moisture slides down my chin
as I overlap the different colors on the wall with a half grin
I go somewhere in my head where I have never been
sitting on top of the wall of berlin
tearing to get to that thing that is so much deeper than under my skin
I open my eyes slowly to get the perfect glance,
whisper sin
Im a deluded dreamer trapped in the core of someone elses refuge
its not mine
it was never mine
hollow filled with courses from my bloodline
I leaned back as I adorned the crevice in your jawline
defined and explicit irrational and sensitive
from that I resign
water moving down like wine into our skyline,
Im overturned into your pshyco love mass incorporated to burn bridges
and start a upheavel of immense love and rememberence
of all your most beautiful things
hidden in my cabin in the naked blue forest I have dripped down
with my hands
morphed into something bloodcurdling on a whirlwind
with gracious hormones of anarachy built under all your
comely bones
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
Sometimes I'm over and often in
My crying jail
Like a hand of a corporate body
Encompassing both belonging
To that sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forcing eyes
To speak
Against that malignant silence
Upon that lower lip,
Forcing that bloodcurdling
Inner scream to be
An outer space song
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality
Like a shadow of
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes
This reality slipping out
When I awake alone
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC
Sometimes I'm over and often inside
My crying jail
Like two spiritual hands
Encompassing a corporate body,
Both belonging
To that irreversible sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forces my eyes
To speak
Against that malignant silence,
Situated upon your lower lip.
Moreover, it forces my bloodcurdling
Inner scream to be
An outer space song,
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality
Like a shadow of
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes.
This reality is slipping out,
When I awake alone
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom.
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 5:22 PM UTC
You were killed at 7:31 a.m, July 6th 1915 at the Battle of the Somme
One minute after the execution of your regiment to charge towards
The furious glare of sunlight
The thunder of sentries
Firing bolts of metal
To crash, break and rip everyone around you
Trampling, clambering over each other
Bloodcurdling yells stopped by their choking
Stamped out by the whizzing hail of bullets
And no time to accept fate in the suicide mission
As your mind is punctured by the enemy
And fragments of your skull bristles the red hill
Splashed of your blood which pumped the heart
That cared for so many, now exposed as mortar fire
Shreds through your cavity and dismembers
The broken dreams and broken limbs
You once had.
You were remembered by the dwindling few
Of who you were back home, before the draft.
How many were killed, how little they know
That you truly died as you said your Goodbyes.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Eleven years ago, I was standing in
a field surrounded by towering
trees. As on many nights before, I
was taking my dog Scotty for a walk,
and then letting him run loose for a short
time. This particular night he seemed
anxious, restless. He began to howl - a
bloodcurdling, evil bark that shattered
the stillness on that crisp autumn evening.
He seemed to be responding to something
only he could sense and then there was
an enormous floating cloud, a sort of heavy
mist that filled the atmosphere quickly.
Suddenly a spaceship with blinking green
and yellow lights materialized and landed
not so far from where we were. I lost sight
of the dog, just heard him barking wildly in
the distance. A door opened on the spaceship
and a steel gray robotic creature with one red
eye in the middle of its head stepped out. It
was brandishing a silver sword and it was
then when the entire field became engulfed
in an overwhelming darkness.
I was in shock and started to run.
Somehow, even with all this terror
and confusion, I made it home.
Breathless, anxious, fearful, I told
my wife what I'd seen and heard.
She approached me, grabbed my
trembling locked fist, and pried it
open; Scotty's leash fell soundlessly
on the rug. Startled and sobbing,
she shrieked, "Where's Scotty?
What happened to Scotty?"
I had no answer then.
Or now.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
The creature that lurks beneath.
It has no soul.
The black, heinous and bloodcurdling mist dwells in its bowls.
It shrieks in the night, for it is thirsting for a new super.
It reduces a garnish persona to nothing but a pile of shallow and pessimistic ash.
Beware of this creature.
For it is not tangible.
It is not palpable.
It is not corporeal.
This beastly, callous phantom is only the deepest part of our conscious.
Where all the treacherous things go to stay.
Building up, they flourish into what is lurking beneath.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
They pour out and foam up at the bottom
The way waterfalls do
As they leave my lips
The sounds they make as they crash
Into the waters below
Are like the bloodcurdling screams of little girls
When the fires in their homes blacken the air
With smoke unlike the gray cigarette smoke
That they are familiar with
The smell of "home" in some way
The smell of hugs
And kisses
And love
Fear is all there is when they come out to play
They tug at ears and pierce them unsavorily
Leaving holes in places you never wanted
Cry all you want, but the scars they leave are scars
Like on your wrists and on mine
Except they don't fade
And they never will
But one day they will open up again
And bleed like they're brand new
They tell me they'll make it all be alright again
And they phase through blades like ghosts
Smoothly and gracefully at the price of my sanity
I don't want to do this anymore
I don't want to keep doing this
I'm tired of lying
I'm tired of lies
Maybe I'll find the strength
To give the truth a shot
One of these days
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
A building was built in nineteen-ten
A place for the children to learn
Once filled with laughter, now the everafter
This schoolhouse would suddenly burn
Twenty-one souls, were lost that day
When the schoolhouse burned to the ground
A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost
A bible, the only thing found
A school once more, raised from the ashes
But later, turned into a home
With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams
And oasis, for spirits to roam
Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms
Trying to escape from the flames
Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell
While calling their mother's names
Each night they play their childish games
Destined, to relive that day
Ever changing shape, while trying to escape
This place, where the children play
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
A building was built in nineteen-ten
A place for the children to learn
Once filled with laughter, now the everafter
This schoolhouse would suddenly burn
Twenty-one souls, were lost that day
When the schoolhouse burned to the ground
A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost
A bible, the only thing found
A school once more, raised from the ashes
But later, turned into a home
With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams
And oasis, for spirits to roam
Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms
Trying to escape from the flames
Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell
While calling their mothers names
Each night they play their childish games
Destined, to relive that day
Ever changing shape, while trying to escape
This place, where the children play
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
She watched in an audience of life
The stage where she met her demise
She looked into his pitch black eyes
Where somehow she could finally see herself smile
She watched as she was brutally tortured, bloodcurdling screams
Her time of grief and sorrow was soon to pass,
like nightmares and dreams
She asked for this, to be free of pain
So he laughed and smiled, as she was mutilated in the rain
He wanted not just her body, but all of her soul
But she knew that was the one thing no one could ever control
When it was all said and done, the fire went out
The audience was shocked and quiet and he began to shout
He howled for more, as she vanished to a far away place
Entering the night, tears of intense joy and laughter all over her face
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
Word after word you flung them at me
It didn't make a difference
My tears you didn't see
All these voices in my head
My own
Other people's
They said
Go **** yourself,
You aren't good enough
You're nothing
You're worthless
You ****
Tears starts to drop
Because if I can't release my emotions
It's the next best thing
My breaths get quicker
I can't move
I reach out for anything to hold onto
Trying to get a grip on my sanity
I gulp for air but there is none
Stupid global warming.
Try to make myself laugh
Doesn't work
So there it is
The corner of the room
The lights are off
So I stare
I try to see the corner where the two walls meet but it's just darkness
It reminds me of us.
Darkness is all I ever see.
The corner of the two walls where they meet
It's staring into a void because in this darkness I can't see.
It's but an empty black hole of nothingness that is waiting for us to venture closer so it can rip our hearts out.
Once again
Reminds me of you.
It's 3:25 in the morning
Why can't i breathe
Why can't I think
The corner of the room
In daylight it looks safe enough
But in the darkness?
It's something you can never trust
Rocking back and forth
Scratching at arms
Because I don't have anything sharper
I was prepared
I start to hear screams and think
I should help
Oh wait
That's me.
I bite my tongue
Bite my hand
Forcing the bloodcurdling noise
To stop
Because
No one wants to hear
No one does
Hide and Go seek was always the game I was best at.
️Hiding is the thing I'm good at
Searching
Scrambling
Throwing things around
Found it
A sigh in relief
Rip in two
Music starts to bleed from my soul
Words drip from my eyes
Regrets of broken promises
Regrets of broken medicine seals
So high my feet can't touch the ground
I move my lips but no sound
Am I a superhero?
Because I'm flying
That corner of the room
That **** corner
The last thing my eyes set on
Forever burned in there
As I fall
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
His skin is peeling away from the structure of his face the fire burns so hot he will never be recognized as him again I don't know why they bothered to re cremate him when by the end he was already a burnt out husk anyways.
2 a.m on Friday the 13th his tires slid and he wrapped himself around a tree something ignited and it's clear he never had a chance from the beginning
I thought he was careful.
I see his bloodcurdling screams on a movie screen in my head the soundwaves look like never coming home except in a box with a flag handed to his two sons I think the irony is that he made it through the war and not down the highway.
I thought he was careful.
I sat in the 4th row and couldn't stop staring at a beautiful blue box it held this man bigger than life inside of it everybody is crying around me and I just want him to hug me again but i feel so selfish as if his sons don't want that too.
I thought he was careful.
Everynight on the back of my eyelids they replay the crash I never saw but can only imagine in full color surround sound I could almost feel the seismic impact his death left on the world when the tree did not give way and I hope that you were lucky enough to get into heaven but I've got to say that burning up on Friday the 13th doesn't sound very lucky to me.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Shadows like severed limbs creep on pallid, festering fingers to surround me,
The strains of terror-filled, bloodcurdling screams rip through me.
Then your face before me, making grey sketches morph into technicolour animations.
I feel perversely happy in that moment.
Your lips curl upwards, a snarl; a sneer appears,
You stare, glare, for heavy seconds, searing straight through me; you never did see me I suppose.
You stare, and you stare, and you stare.
I cease to exist.
One excruciating second more; your eyes upon mine.
You walk away, and everything is black, unmoving.
You always said it, you always told me:
"I will let you down".
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
Dreams and reality finally collide.
His heart sank, he opened his eyes.
An unsightly creature hovered above him.
The room was freezing, cold and dim.
They won't let him leave.
They dug jagged nails through his skull, through the bone.
The boy shrieked, "Just leave me alone!"
Bursting and coughing bloodcurdling cries.
Sticky warm blood ran to his sides.
He couldn't breathe.
His nostrils are smacked with a metallic smell;
His mind boomed and rang a death knell.
Finally
The struggling halts, exhausted, he lays still.
The room fills with silence and chills.
A tear rolled passed his ear dripping to the ground;
While nightmares lurk in this place unfound.
His eyes slowly closed.
He will never leave.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
Resting in bed
peacefully I lay
awaiting the new day
as the last one is now dead
In the midst of silence and solitude
I hear them
like the banging of sheet metal
The hounds bark
and i do shiver as it startles my heart
because now
walking on my level
is no one other the devil
They howl and they cry
a growl so bloodcurdling
it keeps me up all night
And I hear the rumble
The one that calls to me
Like the blowing of a horn
Reviving the children stillborn
Calling to the shadows lying over me
and the demons inside us we can’t see
The hellhounds
they dance and they cry
I hide and I cower
In my small house
painted in white
I do hope the sound will stop
As I cannot sleep
If this is the sound of hell
I have no desire to meet red belle
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC