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Horrors Abound

Good morning! Not sure if anybody’s guessed yet, but I like to write horror. Every once in a while I write a poem that I feel brings that energy to the forefront. The post today is just gonna be more of a fun one I wrote. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing! PS: First post I’m publishing on my phone. Let me know in the comments if it turns out alright.

The Rookie

i sit upon this broken throne

a crown so sweetly laid upon my head

made from broken ash and broken bone

wishing and waiting and thinking of places i have tread

i pray upon the dead alright

sitting up, awake all night

shivering not from winter’s bite

but from all the things mind brings to sight

shadows play across a door

challenging me, they’re such a bore

a face i see, unflinchingly dour

finding out your mind’s gone sour

eyes grow wide at the center

clutch tight your rosary

hold fast, you’ve found the dissenter

careful, lest you wake dread coterie

quiet, silence, quiet silence

give a mouse a cookie…

and they ask infernal parlance

seems to me, you’re the rookie

pray upon your stillborn altar

grab and grasp for some handle

you know not that with which you palter

it’s just too easy, watching you falter

Playing in the Snow

Good morning, everybody! Another wonderful day filled with cold. Good luck to everyone–I hope no one loses power today. I have another little poem today that’s in the spirit of an icy snow day.

Ice man

these fallen timbers

sum of somber shivers

it is very cold out today 

almost makes you want to wish the snow away

silent snow, nothing to say

these cobbled stones

amid avian tones

clocktower. clocktowers. in the distance

ticking. tocking. across the expanse

something, somewhere has put you in a trance

how frigid the sights

how tasteful the noise

something in the rearview bites

acting with spectral poise

hungry for more

but oh so sore

play that fiddle boy

but careful now, that’s no toy

you best hope to bring me joy

Feb 3rd, 2022

Well, today’s my first post. Weird to me to be actually posting these somewhere. I wrote this one this morning while I watched the cold overtaking the street outside.

Nightmares

streetlights hang over freshly fallen snow

it’s quiet, so quiet…

crystal falls, no seeds to sow

there’s something there, can you spy it?

fields of ice and billows of cold

as birds go south

searching for some hand to hold

finding naught but downturned mouth

lying there, asleep at night

frigid, freezing

dreaming, discouraged, with all your might

something seen, not so pleasing

frozen branches

play with windows

missing tranches

and biting wind winnows

legions of little limpid structures

covered street and hiding stone

slipping and sliding at all the junctures

spied through the window, all alone