"eery" poems
The television blares, it blinks, it shakes
A cup falls out of the cabinet, it flies, it jumps
They shatter.
Someone's banging on the door, they scream, they holler
She's laughing in your ear, a witch-like cackle
Ha-ha-ha That's all she's says, that's all she does
You keep your head facing forward, don't dare to look around
It's all madness, the footsteps on the ground
Who's creeping down the stairs, you didn't have guests
Who opened the window, who made such a mess?
The laughing
The constant laughing like chimes, it intensifies
Cold sweat, warm tears,
Your body is paralyzed in face of your greatest fears
Do it! Punch a wall, kick a desk!
But sweetie, there is no time for rest.
We must go, we must hurry!
They're almost here!
Who? You feel dizzy. Not another surprise please, I beg you, not another.
The room starts spinning, the ceiling circles you like a volchar.
The small man, with the elf-like features, he's tugging your arm
He's pulling you, as she laughs with such insanity your stomach churns.
Who are these people, what is this hell
A piercing scream is released into the air,
You believe it was your own, but with all the creatures yelling in your ear, you can't be certain.
The noises crank up, the objects fly off the walls
The TV changes from loud channel to channel, from voices to white noise
This is the worst, this is the peak
But suddenly it all stops with a screech.
The tv is in its place, normal channel, normal news
All the items are in their spot, all organized, all unused
There is no laughing. There is no man. There are no footsteps. There is no pulling hand.
But it was all there. You know it was.
Silence. Eery silence.
Now you're left in the confusion of your own mind.
But perhaps you've been there the whole time.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Tonight I slipped into my longest dream......floating I was above the ground.......nobody not even a soul was even around....it was very strange...and eery........I was kinda dazed and feeling weary......being in this dream state I was in.....all of a sudden I was outside.....I saw water and sand trees and rocks....I think I saw the beach......I think it was winter island....but everything was so out of reach.....in the distance I saw a bench...it was dark and cold ....and on that bench a shadowy figure.....its too far away so I could not make out who it was.......as I approached it was you sitting there all alone ..tears falling from your eyes ......I stared at your beautiful face.......but at me you were looking right through and into the skies....
I started to whisper just your name......your mouth it moved but out no sounds came
I keeled down in front of the bench
The smell from the water I couldn't stand the stench
I told you how wrong for all that I have done
For I loved you so much and no longer would I run
Suddenly words came from your lips
It was something I had longed to here
She told me she loved me ...And always she did care
So I rose to my feet and sat on the bench wrapped my arms around her and looked in her eyes
Said from my mouth you would hear no more lies
I had to ask her how she drove here so late and alone
She said for my love........so now let's go home
See on this same bench....... we sat on the fourth of july..... we fell in love again that day
This bench we will remember for the rest of our days..........and we always keep proving our love in so many ways.
I had told you this was one of my longest dreams ....I have when I sleep....not only was it long but it was very deep
I was reading just the other day .....and it was about dreams..it said in the month of November pay attention to them...because a message they would send
May be it means our love together will never end
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
Another prophet who got his top knocked off,
this system’s toxic thought we’d found hope but lost it,
Nipsey Hussle shot down outside his clothing store Marathon,
live and die in LA grow up only to get shot down on Slauson in Compton,
and the irony is that he was taken out,
in the same neighborhood he had invested in,
from Proud2Pay to AfroTech Nip was a Community Activist,
in a system of force fed poisons he was medicine,
and maybe that’s why he was martyred,
just like MLK Tupac and Marley,
this is all real life in living color,
life’s not a Game but this is The Documentary,
every word true,
I mean do you,
think it’s just a coincidence,
that Nip was murdered when,
it was announced he was about to come out with a film,
about Dr. Sebi,
the herbalist,
who was also possibly murdered when,
he went public with claims of curing AIDS and other illnesses,
nothing random about this act of violence,
it makes so much sense when you think about it,
nothing senseless in the message,
I mean seriously think about it,
MLK shot on 4/4 at 39,
NIP shot on 3/31 at age 33,
why do the most violent things happen,
to the brothers that preach the most peace,
it all makes sense everything adds up,
but most will probably dismiss this just as another conspiracy,
I mean I guess it doesn’t matter ‘cause nothing will bring Cuz back,
RIP NIP Rest in Peace Nipsey another brother gone to young at 33,
and it’s all so eery it’s creepy,
all the above evidence plus,
“Having enemies is a blessing.”,
was his last tweet,
as the words of his last sound sit in my ears as they ring,
**** I wish my n!gga Fats was here,
how’d you die at 30 somethin’ after bangin’ all them years,
Grammy nominated in the sauna shedding tears,
all this money power fame and I can’t make you reappear.”…
RIP NIP
∆ LaLux ∆
LA 2019
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
-
today,
I was offered the chance to buy
two 40 mg Adderall pills.
At first I though,
"Eh, a nice dime bag sounds better to me"
But then I remembered my school's mandatory drug testing,
and then I remembered this horrible writer's block that has been plaguing me.
I had heard from friends in the past that the amphetamine-salt combo worked wonders for students.
I had heard that the wonder drug made you do stuff. Any stuff. Anything.
You can not sit still after popping over the dosage of Adderall.
You clean your room, you read a book, you write an essay and for me, hopefully, write.
Enough with the ********
It's been about forty minutes since I swallowed one and half pills and ground up and snorted another half of one. Okay.
I feel as though I maybe breathing louder than normal.
Also, I'm not writing one line and then switching over to tumblr as I usually do.
Also, my room is really *****
Also, I've drunk two sprites and ate some leftover Chinese food.
Also, it's really ******* quiet. It's eery.
Also, yesterday in my English class this really nice openly gay kid named Connor walked across the class and as he did so this other kid sitting next to me whispered quite loudly ****** and I did nothing but sit there and angrily stare at my desk.
Also, it's been eating me up inside ever since.
Also, about an hour ago my mom took my (half) baby sister so see her **** of a) father. She said she'd be home around seven thirty and it's seven twenty eight but she's usually late.
Also, I wish she would buy me cigarettes.
Also, it's Thursday and I have a D- in Biology.
****
Also, I might hangout with my friend Ryley tomorrow.
Also, I might become a methamphetamine addict.
Also, I spelled that without using spell check.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Pretzel Logic
always counter intuitive
with a twisted sense of fate
explicitly constructed
how much longer will you wait
the axiom of choice
the scenario of doubt
with random intervention
how can you bring about
a clear and precise result
with no deviance in action
probability of predictions
spinning wheels with no traction
the answers so concise
in udder chaos results you find
without collaboration
such an eery creepy mind
a scavenger of darkness
deep down thoughts somewhat toxic
no wavering in directions
manipulative pretzel logic
Gomer Lepoet...
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
clock in
somewhere between midnight and eery silece
peeling my eyes wide, can not close
(they can't)
have to keep busy
busy, busy, busy
my mind is always busy like it's a job
no time for breaks
no happy thoughts
the one laying next to me is rich in slumber
resting from his day of work
I am wide awake,
my mind working quickly, my eyes watering just on que
it's all part of the routine
I have to never forget you
it's okay, my dear dreamer
sleep well,
I will take the night shift.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
~
*there is a subtle beauty in madness.
an eery wonder within sadness.
like the musicians of the titanic
their final lullabies
dancing through the air
amid the screams and the panic
a moment of beauty
an expectance of fate
a beautiful surrender
as they perished beneath the waves*
~
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
NIETZCHE YOU ****
YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE
I was once so innocent Without You.
Now I can hardly contemplate the light of day
from staring into the abyss for so long.
How can I ever forgive you?
Cynic-master, who taught me how to think for myself
who taught me how to speak with such lucid contempt
Now I can never trust the government
Now I can never have faith in anyone's heavanly aspirations,
The sun having long set on any protests of idealism.
And yet I still find you remarkable Nietzsche
You never fail to make me laugh
at the times when I need it the most.
You're the rebel friend who I can
never introduce to my parents.
Yours is the poster which should adorn every angry teenagers' wall
With quotes highlighting The Will to Power and violent determination.
A hopeful voice in a godless world.
I'm reminded of you in the girl that speaks
or stealing every crucifix in her former convent school
after her friend was expelled.
I'm reminded of you with every protester
who throws a Molotov cocktail at armed police
I'm reminded of you
in eery artist who does'nt follow formality
in every caged bird who continues to sing.
For all your anger
I must thank you Nietzsche
Even if I can never be as happily ignorant as I once was
For wasn't the very crux of modern life challenged by you?
All of Humanity
All the cruelty
All the spit Fullness
All the Hatred
when you threw yourself in front of that horse
being beaten in Turin
and for losing your mind
Just to prove a point.
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 5:51 AM UTC
her voice is like an echo
it's burning in my mind
it's eery and its trailing
yet, it's what I yearn to find
so tempting, so inviting
as if offering you it's love
it's lures you in
it devours you
a pain you've never heard of
her eyes are that of a she wolf
burning yellow in a snowy haze
a glance leaves you petrified
as if you're trapped in her gaze
she keeps you there
you're not to move
or the end will come swiftly
but if you listen to her commands
she'll promise to love you gently
her body is like ******
your own personal brand
your veins become intoxicated
at just the touch of her hand
they told you you needed rehab
but you cried and said you'd be lonesome
her eyes are that of a she wolf
burning yellow in a snowy haze
a glance leaves you petrified
as if you're trapped in her gaze
she keeps you there
you're not to move
or the end will come swiftly
but if you listen to her commands
she'll promise to love you gently
you're slowly feeling the withdrawal
you knew this day would come
they all promise you'll be better soon
but you're numb
so you turn and run
because her eyes were that of a she wolf
burning yellow in a snowy haze
a glance left you petrified
as if you were trapped in her gaze
she kept you there
you did not move
but the end still came swiftly
even though you listened to her commands
she didn't love you gently
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
sensations of eery and genuine fright
woke me out of my uneasy slumber
this past night--
I sat up straight
and looked around
and emptiness and blackness
was all I found--
so went back into my dream
and then awoke again
to a violent scream
my eyes flew open wide in fright
and I realized then
I hate the night.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
There's alot of things that i think about now
that sends signals of pain to my head
When they pop up in random moments
fleeting moments of significant memories
I once held so dear.
But i can't think about them anymore
I'm not allowed to remember.
Remember how much i miss the color of your walls
deep red
And how long i spent looking up at them when we layed in your room
The way the sunlight came in and bounced off the walls
Giving your room an eery red glow
even though you never let me part the curtains.
Remember how much i miss your bed spread
how much comfier it was then mine
The amount of time we spent entangled in them watching movies and playing games
Kissing
touching
I feel you most when i'm alone
I feel your ghost still around.
Remember how much i miss having my fingers tangled in your hair
Or the way you were scared of being alone when it rained hard
When we went to the theme park for my birthday and we got on the ride i was terrified of
But you were so excited about it and so brave
so in some way
I enjoyed it more with you.
Definitely not allowed to remember when you took me on our first date
you made me try your salad and i almost puked
You got overexcited and tipped the waiter too much
Or the first time we ever met
on that really awkward double date and the awful
Photobooth picture with them
we were in the background of 2/4 of it
And i'm pretty sure that was my favorite worst picture of us ever
I wish i still had it.
That's right; I miss your euphonious voice in my ears
I miss the time we spent together
even if it was ephemeral
It was the best year of my life
I miss the corny photo we had that so many people thought was oh so charming
Every photo of us was really
we looked so clinquant next to each other,
Even though that was all just chimerical.
I miss it all
I have dredged up that word about you so many times it's almost sickening
How i've wanted only one person for so long the mere idea of someone else touching me makes me
Want to throw up
I miss your smile most of all
so much
It lit up the once so quiescent soul of mine
I feel like this longing for you will be sempiternal.
Can you miss someone so much it starts too circulate in your veins?
I guess sometimes someone gets under your skin and as much as you feel you must tear apart that part of yourself
No matter how many years have past
you feel if you ever did that you'd lose a part of yourself.
Well that part of me died a long time ago.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
My soul is broken.
Yet, I remember when I was bubbly amd outspoken.
The innocence of life once filled my heart,
yet the sickness of life's tragedies tore me apart.
The light that once radiated inside of me,
was battered and bruised despite every plea.
The outside pandemonium filled my ears til they bled & went numb.
All I heard from then on was a painful cacophony of cognitive dissonance in the form of an eery hum.
The only life left is inside of my vein,
as this bout of depression drives me insane.
But once I leave this earth my body will be a token -
until then my soul is broken.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
A cabin in the forest
far from the city- bleak
where the air so crisp
would cleanse your soul
as you breathe in the morning mist.
colossal trees tower over your presence
Let it be known human-
the landlords who reside;
are the grizzlies and the robins-
effervescent.
Tranquil silence & enigmatic sounds
Piques my curiosity all around.
The slight possibility
of a bigfoots presence
eery sensations & the moon in crescent.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 2:49 PM UTC
projection of disemboweled guts oozing blood
dripping entrails onto starched white linens
hung in pristine precision, poisoned into submission
my demonic parole officer has come out to play
from the dungeon of hell's seventh circle
i swallowed a hive of maggots with my lunch today
forked serpent tongue slurping slime and slugs
unholy satisfaction from magicking fantasy into
ghoulish, gory realities and ******* tears from deserted lungs
the lion's dinner watches his stomach being eaten
dull but forceful rock formations cracking and crunching
disembodied hallucinations, presupposing predilection
i am the grim reaper's prom date, predisposition
gussied up in cobweb tulle and glittering larvae
with a chloroform corsage, what generous perfume
the skeletal dance floor creaks under my spinning,
groaning of lives sped through on tranquilizers
dancing a tango with Death, i smirk in dizzy abandon
the band is beating their bones to chalky pulp
music made from desperate self-destruction
projectile ***** onto my pedestaled ideas
chunks of last week's insights stink the room
the bile which processed them to rejection
is sticking dripping off the untethered chandelier
i watch them both fall towards me
first, in slow-motion glimmering
and then,
all at once,
i am below them
and we are below the skeleton floor
in the cellar of the scorpion's dungeon
that i escaped from this eery morn
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Original Version
I cannot stop
wondering what this is,
what it means,
where it might take us.
You said,
"Love the question, accept the answer.
The only truth is the lesson,
and the lesson is there is no truth.
You have to come to accept ambiguity
rather than expect definiteness."
To own you is to never have you.
To have you is to never own you.
I have to learn how to let go.
Freedom in love is so ******* hard.
I am thirsty for possession,
I want to keep you away from this world,
I want to eat up each of your words,
leaving your novels incomplete,
unknown to the public's hungry eyes.
But I cannot.
For one day the world will expose you,
the chaos of fame will seep into your skin,
the others' eery obsession will surround your head,
and I will fade.
It is with you
that I do not have a name.
From others I can get everything
but the one thing
that only you have.
And so I have come to accept
and to look forward to
a lifetime of ambiguity
with you.
The Translation
**** YOU.
You ****** with my head, with my heart.
You know that you can just let me go and do whatever the **** I want,
because I will always come back.
I ******* hate what you have done to me, what I have done to myself
I have fallen so ******* deep in this **** with you.
My god I ******* love you, I am so ******* in love with you,
I love you so ******* much it ******* hurts.
But seriously, don't stop.
Be with me, take away my name,
consume me all.*
Sep 3, 2010
Sep 3, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
you formed in the dark, from the ashes and mist of a young world
and that’s where you’ve lamented ever since
always on the verge, but never quite able to make it to daybreak
and now, I feel you on the horizon
I see you in the deep violet of pines against the sky
And hear you in the breathy wind, something violent and distant
I know it’s not right to look for you in dark, but I know it’s not right to pretend you haven’t always been here
Why is that you always lurk in the most eery places?
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
Misty mornings and frost tipped blades
white-tipped grass slippery lanes
autumn chill running through red filled veins
As cold air brushes the face
Autumn mornings we have graced
shivers moments in autmns chill
wakes us up its no frill
Dark eery evenings add to the chill
Halloween beckons
free spirits roam
spookey goings on
as ghosts roam
Guy Fawkes is coming
be aware too
bang flash sparkle
sky s braced with colours
around you
Nature runs and hibernates away
storing food to keep hunger at bay
Trees rustle leaves depart
their journey floating
down in the park
Autumn is here having its way
as plants die off and wilt away
Birds migrate to warm climes too
far away from autumns chill
Seas become rough
no swimming today
summers has long passed away
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 8:04 AM UTC
I wonder why it's made
Why there ever was such thing
To signify-
All signs of pain,
Hopelessness and hurt,
Torture and abuse.
The thick redness of the complicated liquid
Litter eery vessel in our bodies
Giving life
Yet symbolising death.
The very look or feel or texture of it
Almost aches the heart:
The very source of all
Good, pain and mystery.
Emotions run through our blood
In a continuous stream
Of laughter, tears and uncertainty.
That is why,
We're made.
Why: we possess
The things we are meant to have.
To live.
The way we do, now.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
Languid light fell eery through the fulgent fog bank.
Crows called, wheeling in the glare.
We swing on rubber and chain
taking turns calling back
the chattering challenge.
I do not falter as your fingers find mine
while we walk, shoulders brushing.
Framed momentarily
in crunching autumn leaves.
For a while, I am completely happy.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Everything is put into a sharper perspective at night,
Have you ever noticed the deafening loudness of the eery silence?
You start to comprehend a few things, but not quite,
You want to rebel, create a sort of defiance.
Just in time the others come out, they want to dance.
They ask you to join and promise to make you feel very alive.
You start to move, they watch you prance,
Though their stares are a bit unsettling, you abide.
You can hear your heart beat, or lack thereof,
You can feel your lungs constricting from the smoke.
You're getting carried away.. where's the sheriff?
Where's the ambulance? You're starting to choke!
Your thoughts swirl, your sight is nonexistent,
Your body crashes, you can't hear a sound.
"Don't worry, you'll be okay!" Oh, what an optimistic,
You wish you were okay, you wish you'd be found.
The others have left, you're alone now,
There's nothing around you, nothing but stars.
You were expecting the time of your life, a big wow,
Silly you, thought you knew, nothing good ever happens in The Dark.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
My father used to take me fishing;
i can remember it clearly:
bleary eyed wakeups at 2:30 a.m.
after preparations late into
the night prior, the
smell of gasoline
as the outboard motor
sputtered to life,
its deafening roar as we
raced the sun along the
river's length.
The eery silence that followed.
Because we rarely talked.
We were fishing.
Dad loved largemouth bass,
red-breasted bream, catfish,
shell-cracker, warmouth,
stump-knockers, and
whatever else.
i enjoyed fishing, too.
But we rarely talked.
Time moved on, and us with it.
And there was less time for
us to go fishing together.
Years passed, and i said
to myself, -i said it
very clearly, i did- i said,
*self, we need to go fishing
soon.
There is at least one more big fish
out there that i am after.*
i even mentioned it to my father.
Let's go soon, i said...
-Yeah, that sounds good.-
but we both knew we wouldn't.
Time moved on, and us with it.
And there was less time for
us to go fishing together.
On the day of my father's funeral,
there were many surprised faces
upon my arrival.
They thought i had gone off fishing,
but i knew the river had run dry.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
she's got the rainy day laze,
as the sky pours its heart out,
and the sun shies away.
the winds whisper turns to howls,
like the eery mourning of a widow made too young.
dream on, dream on, she breathes...
for the wind will change its whistle,
and the sun will be there tomorrow.
breathe again a little lighter, she echoes,
for the sun will wrap you warm and dry,
and the skies tears,
will be but a shadow,
that can't touch your light.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
ah
gotdang
im tired of all these ********
not using proper grammar
for goodness sakes
this is brutal
i desire to capitalize
but in my minds eye
the goal was irony
irony for all the people who intend
and all who dont
to ***** up the english language
as many wont
its funny
im not mad
just be glad that we can type in the first place
and read and write
and understand and fight
for what we believe in whether or not we are wrong or right
in the end
this is for you dear vandals
dear robbers
dear crooks
robbing the english language of its odd sort of beauty
its backasswards
ridiculous
difficult
wonderful beauty
whether young or old
you make me squirm in the worst sort of way
i love you
God bless you children
because its taking everything in me
not to yell at you
instead
look here
ill join your ranks
i will mess up eery single grammar right
and do write by eery grammar wrong
no commas
one capitalization
no proper i's
and only one apostrophe
no quotations
no brackets, no parenthesis
no subtlety
only irony
and me writhing on the floor
bad grammar kills
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
There's something magical about the night time
and the way in which the roads clear
in the same way that your mind does
you'd think that would make things easier;
that the complete eery silence would bring peace of mind
with no one else awake to witness the movement
- or seemingly lack of -
on the earth
making you feel special, significant; as though this planet was designed and created especially with you in mind
and you are the only habitant
as though you share a secret with the universe,
an inside joke with the moon
and a bond with the stars
but that's what makes your harrowing thoughts all that much louder
there's no busy bustle of shoppers in a rush to waste their money
on materialistic items
that will decompose upon the arrival of their death
as quickly as their corpses will
or employees hurrying in order to attend a 9-5 shift that they despise
in order to attain the funds to purchase said items
no businesses or traders
just the constellations in the sky and shrubbery rooted deeply
growing within the cracks of the paving
as though it's natures way of communicating via the universe
gloating, "ha! man can't take everything from me!"
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
Couldn't reach for the horizon today
Conscious but in a deep slumber
Jabbed by my mistakes refusing to fray
Calmed the chaos down to eery silence
I woke again with the loudest chaos
And the now demonic deafening silence
Gnaws at me from far far across
Consuming my horizon in defiance
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC