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"mothman" poems
I returned from my second trip to Point Pleasant much like the first carrying back with me a feeling that I'd left somewhere I belonged somewhere I had been before not just once...but many times perhaps I lived there 100...maybe 500 years earlier things happen when I return home the normal oddities that I experience come rapidly and with more intensity coincidences are rampant and the spirit that makes itself known once in a while becomes very active a few mornings after my recent return a glass light cover on the kitchen ceiling managed to unscrew itself and crash to the floor at 5:00am a few days later a 1990 ticket stub from a Paul McCartney concert squirmed from the corner of a framed portrait of The Beatles that I had hung on my dining room wall next to the table it somehow bypassed the 6 inches of space between the edge of the table and the wall...so it didn't merely fall...it leaped and the numbers...yea, the numbers...111 and 1111 all the time...everywhere I was watching a video on youtube about the JFK assassination It was very well done and I was curious to see if it was receiving a high number of views...when I checked... his total views at that moment were 111,111 if you visit Point pleasant stay at the Lowe Hotel stop at the Mothman Museum walk alongside the Ohio River and allow yourself to absorb the energy that is Point Pleasant and finally...say a prayer for the 46 souls that lost their lives when the Silver Bridge collapsed in 1967
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Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 11:17 AM UTC
It's a Point Pleasant thing
We are sorry but the physical(campus) flat earth school is closed on account it was pushed over the edge of the Earth by 5 sasquatch(bigfeets, squatches, skunk apes), a wooly mammoth, and Mothman. We asked superman for help but he was in physics class on another planet. Just read this and we will send your PHD. Congrats! fill my feet with air put me on a square use our soles for patches i think we make great matches how's a compass work? what's a compass for? what's another dimension? what's behind this door? get me off this plain toxify my brain use our bones as easels paint pictures of the weasels how's a paintbrush work? what's a canvas for? what is inner descension? who's inside that door? --------------------------------- des·cen·sion /dəˈsenSH(ə)n/ noun 1. an act of moving downward, dropping, or falling. "a smooth descension back down" 2. a flock of woodpeckers.
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Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Parental Advisory / ADULT (CENSORED VERSION of "We So Yibbish" in EBONICS/GERMAN/YUGOSLANG)
I made my way finally to Point Pleasant I crossed the Silver Bridge and walked the blood soaked fields where the Battle of Kanawha took place I walked the streets and absorbed the energy that hovered like unseen clouds I approached an older woman walking her dog. She was very sweet and made me think of my Mom, God rest her soul. I knew there would be no harsh words or anger from this gentle lady. I asked her with a friendly smile if she had a story of the Mothman she might share. 'Not the Mothman, she said...but I do have a story. One from childhood that I've yet to tell anyone, not even my parents. I was maybe 11 or 12 and walking home after playing and it was getting late. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked, I saw a large plane losing altitude. It just came closer and closer until it leveled out and passed by very close. So close that I could see the passengers in their seats looking straight ahead, silhouetted against the light behind them. I could see their faces. It went by and then gained altitude again. The strangest thing is that I never heard a sound. I'm not sure why I told you that story. I always felt that people would think I'm crazy. I suppose I can see that you are truly interested. So there you have it.' I saw the museum, the ammo bunkers and TNT plant and went back to the hotel. I awoke the next morning to find two odd looking drops of blood on my pillow...still fresh. It startled me and I got up to see if it may have come from my ear. As I headed to the bathroom, I noticed more blood on the foot of the bed. In the bathroom there were 2 spots of fresh blood on the floor. I checked the mirror and found no blood in my ears. No nicks from shaving. No nicks on my arms, shoulders, neck or head. I have no idea whatsoever where that blood originated. And here's what really spooked me. They look like 2 very strange faces. There were no phone calls from Indrid Cold. No prophecies of planes crashing or bridges collapsing, but I left Point Pleasant, West Virginia with a distinct and clear sense that I had tapped into an energy, peeked behind the curtain of Oz and maybe, just maybe I got their attention.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Point Pleasant
I made my way finally to Point Pleasant I crossed the Silver Bridge and walked the blood soaked fields where the Battle of Kanawha took place I walked the streets and absorbed the energy that hovered like unseen clouds I approached an older woman walking her dog. She was very sweet and made me think of my Mom, God rest her soul. I knew there would be no harsh words or anger from this gentle lady. I asked her with a friendly smile if she had a story of the Mothman she might share. 'Not the Mothman, she said...but I do have a story. One from childhood that I've yet to tell anyone, not even my parents. I was maybe 11 or 12 and walking home after playing and it was getting late. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked, I saw a large plane losing altitude. It just came closer and closer until it leveled out and passed by very close. So close that I could see the passengers in their seats looking straight ahead, silhouetted against the light behind them. I could see their faces. It went by and then gained altitude again. The strangest thing is that I never heard a sound. I'm not sure why I told you that story. I always felt that people would think I'm crazy. I suppose I can see that you are truly interested. So there you have it.' I saw the museum, the ammo bunkers and TNT plant and went back to the hotel. I awoke the next morning to find two odd looking drops of blood on my pillow...still fresh. It startled me and I got up to see if it may have come from my ear. As I headed to the bathroom, I noticed more blood on the foot of the bed. In the bathroom there were 2 spots of fresh blood on the floor. I checked the mirror and found no blood in my ears. No nicks from shaving. No nicks on my arms, shoulders, neck or head. I have no idea whatsoever where that blood originated. And here's what really spooked me. They look like 2 very strange faces. There were no phone calls from Indrid Cold. No prophecies of planes crashing or bridges collapsing, but I left Point Pleasant, West Virginia with a distinct and clear sense that I had tapped into an energy, peeked behind the curtain of Oz and maybe, just maybe I got their attention.
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the Mothman Cometh in dead of night who knows his pain who knows his plight left unchecked in their faulty haste born in pools of chemicals and waste a slip of nature he roams the skies with wings of a condor and red blazing eyes it is said he had vanished when the bridge came down but I believe he remains at the outskirts of town I have been to Point Pleasant and his presence I feel on the river on the streets in the steps of John Keel
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Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
The Mothman Cometh
The anxious face sketches like a mothman with two fiery red eyes amidst a flurry of large violent lines of black ink that look more like the claw marks of an animal desperate for escape
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Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 12:29 PM UTC
Mothman
this is a true story about a spirit or spirits he or maybe she or possibly both or possibly more let me know from time to time that he, she or they are still here I have heard many voices and seen many things since I began recording them it's as if I am sitting at the doorway to a meeting room a meeting room of spirits and this meeting room is in my home I have filmed them...streams of orbs moving briskly like a crowd at a rock concert hurrying to their seats before the first song one...a young male I believe his name is Arthur called my name as he passed over my head during a spirit box session 'Thomas' he apparently was not happy being caught on camera because within seconds of sending a copy of the video to a friend a can of Lysol was thrown from underneath my bathroom sink against the wall and my spirit box no longer functioned this was 3 years ago and they still let me know they are here from time to time in their various ways I consider them my friends I have yet to be harmed or frightened I just think I noticed them and they noticed that I noticed them (last line borrowed from 'The Mothman Prophecies')
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Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
my resident ghosts
Dark eyes Waking slowly I'd cry if I could But my best friend Is dressed like Mothman Red tinted glasses Rose is all I see You ****** Karkat wig It's a different outfit But it's all the same to me
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
April to Death