Category Archives: Horror
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
And nothing hurts like your mouth
:: 07-16-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Horror, Love, Pain, Poetry, Psychology, Sorrow, Ugly
My sick dark lover
I did not mean to kill you
when you — a hungry soul
placed your sharp iron fangs
into my immortal neck
I forgot to tell you
I am the fallen angel
that ‘Father of vampires’
and you — beautiful soul
over-dosed on pure
angelic blood…
: 07-05-2014 :.
Leave a comment | tags: #gothic, #horror, #poetry | posted in Horror, Life, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized
GOD, within His infinite loneliness
said, “Do something, anything!”
And Lucifer said, “I have an idea.”
:: 07-04-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Creation, Divinity, Horror, Poetry, Spiritual
Wet Fall morning spiral
puddle love death step
I saw a wolf give birth
a lamb with fangs too
Her name was Emily
she walked with prose
and I love leaves falling
The earth my paper book
a jutting branch my pen
and river my wet deep ink
My Emily she is Queen
a golden rainbow meets
my heart string stuck wall
and she drives my dream
carriage wheels spinning
white gown garden secrets
It. blew my mind last night
when she said to me:
‘I could not stop for death..’
So I ate her soul and now
she lives within my heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #eternal, #love, #poetry | posted in Death, Eternity, Horror, Life, Love, Paranormal, Poetry
seethe creep — my fear!
(less) gimp worm
loss(ness –>) brute
dance leg goat boar
(ness) melt soul || mind ||
how-which lower life
none mind(less) whine
In that asylum called life!
dead life abhor lovers
a frolic acid bath mind!
:: 06-13-2014 :.
Leave a comment | tags: #Beethoven, #poetey | posted in Art, Fear, Horror, Life, Mind, Poetry, Surrealism
l. O VE
horror L I. Fe
bl. Eed. Ing. Lips
I. E. At You
that. Animal
pulsing. Bleeding
orchid. Bloom
the Beast taste
My man lips
and teeth devour
you —– bliss kiss
:: 06-19-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Horror, Life, Love, Poetry, Surrealism, Uncategorized
The faceless indescribable thing
approached me from across the way.
My heart, racing as my blood froze,
while a single piercing tone drowned
my ears. Mere feet away from me
it’s wax-like hands reached out to
touch me. All I could do was
stand upon my marble-legs and
silently scream as I watched its vaporous
body violently shift and phase. This, yes,
this is a lost soul I realized
as it gently touched my cheek.
05-11-2014
1 Comment | tags: #horror, #soul, #surrealism | posted in Awareness, Horror, Paranormal, Poetry, Surrealism
TONIGHT
death made a bet
and lost
he turned in his cloak
and started the night shift
at the city life clinic
and saved my life
with a smile he released me
knowing my true nature
I, the dark one who feasts
upon the weak —
hundreds have known my face
:: 05-02-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #evil, #horror, #poetry | posted in Death, Horror, Poetry, Terror, Uncategorized
life is a stranger in boots
snake skin patterns moving
through wet night streets
and that blooming howl
on Bourbon Street cuts through
what’s left of your dark soul
Jazz notes falling into pieces
across reflective night streets
And when you’re strangely happy
you know you’re snake skin too
And when you’re deranged beneath
moss trees on a pirogue floating
a night spent in LaLaurie Mansion
will make the best
of other-worldly friends
life is a stranger in boots
and snake patterns know the moves
a cascading undulating twist
through Mississippi mud too
Marie Delphine LaLaurie loves you
She will invite you to stay a night
and that slave you become is ghostly
a torture for a slice of social life
And the mobs outraged == she fled
or maybe not…the moss knows
:: 04-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #New Orleans, #poem, #poetry, #voodoo | posted in Death, Fear, Horror, Life, Paranormal, Poetry
life is a stranger in boots
snake skin patterns moving
through wet night streets
and that blooming howl
on Bourbon Street cuts through
what’s left of your dark soul
Jazz notes falling into pieces
across reflective night streets
And when you’re strangely happy
you know you’re snake skin too
And when you’re deranged beneath
moss trees on a pirogue floating
a night spent in LaLaurie Mansion
makes the best of other-worldly friends
Life is a stranger in boots
and snake patterns know the moves
a cascading undulating twist
through Mississippi mud too
Marie Delphine LaLaurie loves you
She will invite you to stay a night
and that slave you become is ghostly
a torture for a slice of social life
And the mobs outraged == she fled
or maybe not…the moss knows
:: 04-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #coven, #evil, #horror, #Louisiana, #macabre, #Marie Delphine LaLaurie, #New Orleans, #poem, #poetry, #serial killer | posted in Death, Fear, Horror, Poetry
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