"ghoulishly" poems
shattered dreams
American nightmare
ghoulishly stalking mankind
Bilderberg extremists
owl effigy looming
behind the all seeing
eye of rah –
multi-national tycoons
inspire blooming death
radiated waters flush with fluoride
filter through sippy-cups
washing away the taste
of vaccinations
and GMO soy –
mutated masses mumble monotonously
meager motor skills
meandering through melted meadows
masochistic in the macabre –
moonless morning breaks
trails checkerboard the sky
cubism
from air force fly-boys
under orders to implement agenda 21
disguised as protection
from solar radiation
old soil toils under the strain of oil based
pesticides
and molecularly altered
food crops
for profit
and to experience the long lost joy
associated with being a swashbuckling pirate –
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
A cool gust of wind
In a once inhabited shell
Candles blown out
From a pair of ghostly lips
That feel ghoulishly similar
To the ones that once touched my own
Left in the dark
Like I was years before
Time and time again
Overwhelming fear is breathed into my lungs
Shivers climb down my back
As if traced by the delicate fingers of an apparition
From a past that haunts me
A voice murmurs in my ear
Sweet nothings a cruel reminder
Of a love that froze me in my place
Stepping one in front of the other
Turning around each pitch corner
Twisting hallways lead me to the darkest chamber in my heart
I look for myself in a pulsing mirror
But all I see
Is you
Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 4:42 PM UTC
ghoulish
from out the shadows
ghoulish
we are the lovely, the timid
we are those who wait
for heros and saviors and saints
and see!....what comes!
these!
ghoulish approximations of men
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(our children love vampires)
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we are so ghoulishly enslaved to the mirror
we are so immersed in the necessity
not to appear "outlandish"
to not believe in 'conspiracy"
or the "criminal conduct of elected white officials"
to simply become
as THEY
---
ghoulish
they come
ghoulishly
we
slink back to the shadows
and call the ghouls
heros and saviors and saints
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 1:32 PM UTC
H alloween is come again
O ctober’s date with fate, so
B eware the dusky fields and of
G oing home too late
O n every dark damp driveway
B ewitched with candlelight
L anterns smile ghoulishly
I nsanely through the night
N o one saw just how she went
S he simply vanished in thin air
R emoved from all her earthly friends
U nder cold demonic stare, so
L eave the spelling to the wizards for
E nchantments can be tragic
O r just pay heed to what I write and
K eep away from Magic!
Nos Dolbru
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
A boy
not a boy, but a soul;
an entity
a field of energy
positive energy
but hidden energy also
he was scared
or sad
or lonely
perhaps simultaneously all
you could see it in his eyes;
eyes as blue and wavering as the ******* sea, and his emotions
they betrayed him in a sense of portraying his deepest of feelings
even when he made feeble attempts to fight otherwise
one glimpse into them and you were graced
with a show reel preview
of his entire life
childhood memories
christmas with the entire family
brokenness and disputes
as unsettling as his beauty when he caught you off-guard
his features were as strong
and dark
as the chaos that stirred within him
a jawline sculpted like no other
hand-crafted for his individual attriibutes
thick, shapely brows and lashes the colour of coal;
a statement within themselves against the lightest of ivory skin
there's a saying "you look like you've seen a ghost"
in reference to someone looking ghoulishly pale
and whilst that is fitting of his porcelain complexion,
he wouldn't have seen the ghost: he was the ghost
that's just how he was
he was never the sub-heading
or the sypnosis
he was the entire story
he was it
everything
something within him was magnetic
and in each person he came acoss
there was metal tucked away
within them that they were unaware of
drawing them to him
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
A cool gust of wind
In a once inhabited shell
Candles blown out
From a pair of ghostly lips
That feel ghoulishly similar
To the ones that once touched my own
Left in the dark
Like I was years before
Time and time again
Overwhelming fear is breathed into my lungs
Shivers climb down my back
As if traced by the delicate fingers of an apparition
From a past that haunts me
A voice murmurs in my ear
Sweet nothings a cruel reminder
Of a love that froze me in my place
Slowly turning each corner
Stepping one in front of the other
Twisting hallways lead me to the darkest chamber in my heart
I look for myself in a pulsing mirror
But all I see
Is you
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
night has you Juliet,
unmoored your eye beams--
rose to its feet as you
took to a balcony.
love at the speed of poetry--
how stars cross themselves.
second guessing a portent
chill, you shook off that silly
girl and starved Romeo-ward.
spilling your face over the balcony,
moonstruck to camera flashes as
Romeo played across the garden.
fate twisting ghoulishly to couple
these kids, sighed an antique sigh--
though greener than ever.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Deep within shadowy grottos,
I've been chased by her presence.
Unable to escape from below,
I've been faced by my penance,
My penance for letting her ****
**** in the name of acceptance.
She wanted desperately to be accepted,
But The Haunter would never let her.
She could not run from her dreams,
So she fought to be intercepted,
Intercepted by her own insidious instinct,
By her own ghoulishly foul instinct.
Now I wake up with scars every night,
For her knives always find their way.
Now I'm chased with scars every night,
For her knives always want to pay,
To pay me for letting her ****
To thank me in the name of acceptance.
Now I'm the one who can't run,
From myself and herself in my dreams,
For she's always watching me run,
In the dark and in silence of dreams,
In the dark of my own violent torment,
For giving her my loving acceptance.
Written by Ericson Willians.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC