Tag Archives: Horror

You Know That Feeling?

That feeling you get? That one you get when everything seems turned upside down and inside out? When your intestines twist and knot into a ball of writhing flesh and fluid in such a gross display of angry sadness that you wish that you could just pull them out? Keep them in there. Innards are important. The sickness will pass. One day you’ll learn to untie the knot. Easier if you were once a boy scout, but not impossible otherwise. Enjoy the poem today, friends.

Labyrinth

There within my core

A pit, like an apple

Knowing there is something there

With which i cannot grapple

My core is all in knots

My mind so full of nots

Here I sit and think of all the many empty lots

Where We might sit and think so many thoughts

These words do not release

This tension of declension

A descent so far to madness

That sanity seems so intertwined with badness

Down again into the catacombs

Through all this aching blackness

I look and see a pair of tomes

Filled so now with memories of sadness

A history so obscured in mystery

No one knows but me

No one knows but us

Perhaps we’ll fill a tome again

Perhaps we’ll dream that dream again.

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?

Still Cold Amidst The Fires

Have you ever felt that bone-chilling cold? That cold that not only chills your body but your mind, your heart, and even your soul? Light a fire just to keep warm. You’ll just end up burning the house down. The firefighters picking through the burnt and smoldering wreckage of what was once a home only to find you there, sitting on an ashen sofa, turned from flesh and bone to ice. So cold to the touch it spreads.

Frostbite

So cold

Freezing, even

I can put on a blanket but…

It won’t help

This frigid mood that overtakes

Turns to ice even the largest lakes

Can’t feel my fingers

Can’t feel my toes

Only the stinging, piercing cold that knows

I hold this in

And freeze within

Look behind my eyes and see the snow.

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