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mom

Submitted by moianna on Thu, 2015-07-02 01:16

your last breath
shes gone
what the fuck
how do you know
nurses they know everything
even if they are your sisters
dad layed on top of you
crying
dont leave me
but you did
peacefully
beautifully
and now the emptiness
of having no mom
swallows me down
into a batter of despair

GHETTO TALE (horror shop)part 1,2 and 3

Submitted by scribbler on Wed, 2015-07-01 20:45

Startled awake in a cold sweat
in stuffy heat of mid September
shaking her head, she can't forget
though she'd prefer to not remember
the nightmare of her life now left behind.

The baby cries out once again.
so that's what woke her from her sleep,
the sound of need from his play pen.
She stumbles in the dark to take a peep
at the one good thing in her life.

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal): The Horror Story

licorice posture

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-07-01 16:53

In this scalding sun
the distance is always the same
The space shimmers
thrown about
the waves are bent into distortions
bitter with the flavor of light
enhanced softness
like the air
melodic and lost

..

trance dance in France

Submitted by lovedly on Wed, 2015-07-01 15:36

when I compose
I go into a trance

as if I'm in Paris
in France

or going around in romance
yes prance

as I poetically dance

obscure to the world around
I am to be spectacularly found

NOT to any law bound!
poetry is emotional display
we play
our own way

Return of The Werewolf (Horror Story WS Part 1)

Submitted by alidzain on Wed, 2015-07-01 06:24

They thought they had killed him
after they had impaled him with blades.
They had bled him and buried him
in an unmarked grave at the glade.

Marcus had sold his soul to the Devil
when wealthy men had shown no mercy.
They had done him a great evil
when they raped and burned his family.

He had sought justice for them
only to be denied by cowardly villagers
In his rage, he was damned
when he became one with the darkness

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal): The Horror Story

From The Mist(Horror Story Workshop)

Submitted by China Blue on Tue, 2015-06-30 15:56

From The Mist

Ancient forrests grew thick and tall
upon this forrest a strange mist would fall
enshrouding all in a shimmering light
casting an eerie glow ,throughout the night

A creature emerges from the mist
with eyes ablaze as he spat and hissed
talons on the end of each sinewy hand
here the beast took it’s final stand

The rotten stench,of burning flesh
is interwoven in the mesh
of this ageless ones being
known by all,yet never seen

Workshop: 
Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal): The Horror Story

Coffee Cheques

Submitted by Esker on Sun, 2015-06-28 21:49

Hammer on the fresh patches
tape of old rivet holes
sing in the wind
when they work loose
Jacket on a hook
rumpled as the Pines
Top fuel add weight
already the days dimming
the schedule late

crates a barrel
villagers and the crews
scorn
They dont know we
will this airborne

Bounce hit hard
then grabs the sky
like the eagles do
Left pedal
in a slipstream

Lucky charms
and little prayers
Number two
runs a hand
through thinning
hair

waiting to smile with you

Submitted by lovedly on Sun, 2015-06-28 12:29

waiting to smile with you

Smiler's follow me
nice smile yours ....
people must be on all fours..
my salutations...
I love all smilers...
you are added on..

Smile is the elixir of life...
that oils the rusted mind...
and
we all then move along....
happily in smiles...

so smile along with me...
as we all walk the poetic mile....
kindly smile all the while...
all you young ones out there
in poetic glare

all young ones
smiles with me do share...

sans only.. sans!

Submitted by lovedly on Sat, 2015-06-27 12:24

'sans all will you...'''

this is the most creative desire
of all human
man and woman

I have composed so many
as Shakes...too did...

'''sans all will you...'''

fill in the gaps as teeth fall

mouth smells and ink dries et al
kiss now my balding head
and
when dead just fly a flying kiss

but with tearful eyes
when there will be for momentary
no smiles
but sparkle in your eyes
see how time flies?

Hunters Assemble!

Submitted by alidzain on Sat, 2015-06-27 09:58

Word has reached the team
Digit is back to blow off steam
Still Killer and Nevermore
have yet to make a score

The insider is ready for action
Grace is waiting for instructions
while Dr Chaz dreams of facing Digit
to end the king's heartbeat

The reporter is their informer,
gathering datas to brief the others
When the key players are in place
they planned the first phase

This is the war council
where hunters assemble
in the fight against the ruthless,
monsters wearing human faces

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