Category Archives: Horror

Jack And The Giant Headsplitter

Wherefore doth mine head hurt so? Pain und schmerz, ein und das gleich. I am having trouble thinking as the words pour forth. Please enjoy the poem friends, I hope it more enjoyable to read than to feel.

Headache

Pass, pass, pass the test.

Look around and find no rest.

Surely there into the pot,

there it goes,

the lemon zest.

My head so round,

it pounds again.

I find no time

and can’t tell when.

Bleed again into the sea,

lining the ballast I can see,

my life again it flashes there.

If only now I had some tea.

Fe fi fo fum,

drown your sorrows in some rum.

It feels though the giant stomps upon my rigid skull

as beanstalks grow in through my ears.

Car is stopped.

I’m out of gas.

Not Quite So Bad A Day

Afternoon, all. How is everybody? Enjoying the writing so far? It’s important to get a read on things. To understand what’s going on with yourself and the people around you. How could it not be? Take stock of your inventory. It’s your store. Enjoy the poem today, y’all.

Not Quite Knossos

I often speak of castles

Of knights and lords, their many tassels

These halls I walk inside my mind

With tapestries are these walls so lined

Labyrinthine, this fortress

Organic matter rotted away

Steel trap

No words to say

No place to lay

No face today

Delve into these catacombs

Listen to the metronomes

Tick, tick, tick, tick

I feel as though I might be sick

They rock and thrash behind the door

Craving always something more

Shadows billow out from underneath

Can almost hear their gnashing teeth

The darkness calls again beneath

Other Worlds

Spiraling, spiraling down into the abyss. The mad hatter knows no bliss. I find myself in its embrace far too often. That… darkness. One day I hope to light the way for not just others but myself as well. One day. The light will come.

The Mad Hatter

Down, down, down again

Down into the rabbit hole

Little Alice

Only hope you find not malice

There he is

A man of many hats

A land of talking cats

Falling, falling

Spiraling into the well

Falling now under the spell

That fatal flaw

That final tell

Missing the scent

And feeling spent

Is that where all the leaves went?

My Darling, do not fear

Even with the monsters near

Hold now, shed a tear?

A Light That Won’t Go Out

Always on, always burning. There is a lamp that never goes out. The light across the bridge, the light at the end of the tunnel, eyes in the dark that watch your every move. For every champion of the light, there lies in secret something far more sinister. But just as there lies the body of the Sinisterium, so too is there the light. May harmonic balance find you and retrieve you from the depths of this eternal oscillation so that you may see the light as much as the dark. To walk not between worlds, but within one world. Find yourself now, arbiter of the unbroken. I hope you all like the poem today.

Blindspot

Is there anybody out there?

Searching, never finding

Plentitudes

Of loneliness and solitudes

Staring down at screens abound

Wishing only i could hear the sound

The angelic hymn and calming tune

The hope to hear your voice again soon

I feel so lost amidst the dunes

Shifting sands

Far from home in distant lands

Skin so burning

Stomach so turning

I only hope that i am learning

Peering out at ancient monoliths

Think of you, i hope to share with

These old bones and ancient myths

Try again to find the pith

Specters haunt and do surround

The darkness always finds a way around

Only Wish I Had Amnesia

I only wish I had amnesia. I only wish I could forget. Locked away inside a vault but not forgotten, never forgotten. The banging on the door, the inhumanness that emanates from Behind… I can’t escape. I can’t leave. This is my castle. And I am besieged. Invaders at the gate, foul beasts bring about their war machines. My men fortify the doors and knock their ladders from the walls but we all know that one day these walls will fall. Perhaps I’ll let my monsters out to tear apart the their kin.

Is There Anyone Out There?

Where to again?

Where would you have me go?

“You know I’d do anything for you, my love”

Split between a thousand paths

Some fork in the road, yeah?

Lost again

I’m off the trail

They’ll never find me now

I forgot to tell a friend

I walk again through these woods

Birds ever so softly chirping in their trees

Finding a distinct lack of bees

It only hurts a little more without you here

A feeling in my chest like a submarine out of power, stuck a thousand leagues under the sea

Crushed and broken

Spent my last token

My submarine in pieces

I too lie crushed and broken

Torn apart by sharks and crabs and angler fish

I am forgotten under the sea

May they never find my body

I’d rather they not see

What’s really happened to me