It was the creepiest path.
I somehow dared to take it nonetheless.
I tried to appear brave.
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it was the creepiest place I had ever seen
When did we go there? On Halloween
I did not think I would be scared but I was terrified
When the door creaked open, I wanted to hide
No one said come in, but I felt a presence there
A lingering danger hovered near me, in the air
Where are the lights? I asked my friend Jen.
But she was so scared, she ran off when I came in.
Of the creepiest spookiest eeriest sights on Halloween
We decided the most terrifying one was the graveyard queen
Dressed in veil of a dead bride, perched next to grave stones
She was eerily creepy in ghoulish, garish ghastly gray tones
Many of us had been lured out here by an older brother
Warned not to go by our father, uncle and grandmother
Screaming that ensued gave the night a Halloween glow
As we thought of being grabbed, and pulled way down below
Best Halloween ever, we all agreed with each other
Glad we had not listened to anyone but our brother
The boys pretty much ran off, terrified of course
We girls rode back home on a headless man’s horse
Exploring new surroundings is a,
Trembling experience to say the least.
Approaching fear is the creepiest part,
Planning something neat for yourself.
I recall saying to God I want to step out,
I’m seeking opportunities to branch out.
Nervousness flows through my veins,
Like an endless flowing stream.
All great things require sacrifice,
To be followed up with great rewards.
Pushing through the tough times,
Distancing myself from the noise.
Resist the struggle and temptation,
A fight I’ve been in for too long.
Revert back to studying the word,
Renew my mind and switch focus.
The internal battle within the soul is,
Gaining friction as I establish my life.
I can hear you telling me let it go,
Loosen the burden, give me control.
Creepiest smiling jack
Glowered at those who saw
Rang a bell for those who listened
Rubbed the knee of those who felt
Creepiest smiling jack
One of the last carved pumpkins in the field
Waited to be adopted, to no avail.
Left alone in the field by those with no imaginations or hearts
Where can we go to find the creepiest scariest dungeon? She asked.
I had to get out my travel books and research; it was quite a task.
We finally agreed to go to London to see an evil looking gargoyle.
He will twist your stomach into knots and make your blue blood boil.
My friend was almost too frightened, but at the last minute went.
We boarded a plane after every bit of my savings was spent.
The gargoyle was frightening, but the dungeon was even worse.
When we got inside an aggressive poltergeist ran away with my purse.
We had to call my parents collect and ask them for some money.
Sorry, my dad said, but I have to use tough love on you honey.
So here we are, standing in the worst dungeon in London town.
Hello kind stranger. Do you have a nice place to lay down?
Oh my!
Halloween night
Of fun and spooky fright
Moonlight creating flickering
Shadows
Children
Quite elated
Trick-or-treating with friends
Who’s creepiest with make-up and
Costumes
Evening
Getting cooler
Night is getting darker
Children walking with bright flashlights
Chilling
Goblins,
Haunted houses,
Black cats, witches on brooms,
Owls hoot, bats silhouette the moon
Eerie!
Carved out
Spooky pumpkins
Glowing flickering eyes
Watch out for small ghost and goblins
Door sign
Grumpy
Children to bed
Sick with crampy tummies
Halloween candy hangover
Nightmares
10/17/2015
Frankenstein tea party
As I sit with cigarette and one hand and my drink in the other
Frankenstein wonder around to his guess as a zombie in distress
My razor nails sharp as kings Arthur sword.
My outfit as dark night as a vampire I'll never be
Creepiest outfits walk around me.
I forgot that's what Halloween always be.
I hear the echo of my lover creeks
Like Zeus my one and only.
The music playing as loud as can be
Frankenstein comes to me, ask if the party is the best I expected it would be.
I said Yes, where else would I be.
Frankenstein tea party. As strange as it will always be.
It’s time to party
Like no tomorrow
At the Haunted Halloween House
It’s time to party
With the ghosts
And shout with all your might
BOO
It’s time to party
With the Wicked Witches
And fly around on broomsticks
It’s Halloween
The spookiest and creepiest time of the year
So lets all let loose and party all night long
It’s time to party
Like no tomorrow
At the Haunted Halloween House
It’s time to party
With the party pumpkins
And play pranks
It’s time to party
With the skillful scarecrow
And act all sneaky
It’s Halloween
The spookiest and creepiest time of the year
So lets all let loose and party all night long
It’s time to party
Like no tomorrow
At the Haunted Halloween House
It’s Halloween
So lets have a creepy and spooky Halloween
That we will never ever forget
My eyes are gazed on the floor
The shadows are lying down my way
Step by step I feel the years blow
In a trail we must not lay
Avoid all the passion
Looking for someone down the trail
The sea of tears blocking my possession
No ship or love to sail
I can still feel her crying
As the world I felt so strong
Is now out of my designing
As it was for so long
Drowning in my way
I can still feel the pain
I cannot save myself, no place to lay
And for the world, my pain is in vain
I can still feel her crying
And I cannot help myself from drowning
In a salty, banned feeling’s sea
Whose feelings come from me
None hear my desperate calling
As my life is going down the current
And only I can save myself from dying
The sea of tears won’t end
See the sadness in her eyes
Drops of sea are coming from those eyes
Avoid all the passion to save herself
Spirits of feelings that still live and kill as well
But if you want to go sailing again
First you have to learn how to save yourself
And if you want the sun to dry the creepiest sea
Than you must teach yourself how to save me
It was the creepiest of the creepiest spookiest night. The moon illuminated the woods with an ominous leering glow. Deer was nervous, expecting the worst dangers of dangers. She coughed an uncomfortable warning to her fawn, who knew to stay close. There were not lions in Kansas, and yet, she sensed a mountain lion or a wolf, something evil that could take her child. This
feeling of terror lasted for hours; she could not sleep. The pond was silent except for the croak of one lone frog. Where had the other frogs gone? Had they been taken? It was the creepiest of creepiest nights.
‘twas a creepy night
deer coughed warning to her fawn
terrified frog croak
Deep in the forest
On a heading of northwest
We weren't looking for anything of interest
When we came across a wooden bridge woven
Together with the creepiest
Rope which was between two rock ledges
Sitting on the crest.
We didn't go near or cross because much
To our surprise our binoculars showed
Underneath the bridge lived what looked like
A family of trolls that alot in my expedition party
Were ready to attest.
They said let's be honest
Everyone needs a place where they can get
Dressed,
Digest
Food, and feel blest
To have guests.
Director we are asking that at your earliest
Opportunity please erase this quest.
We will forget that we saw some of the
Homeliest,
Grimiest,
And down on their funds lowliest
Trolls that we by passed with zest.
Excuse me, those weren't trolls as you first
Suggest
They're humans who are hard pressed.
We all have secrets
We all have lies
Some of us the creepiest
Some of them ties,
That bind us together
That make us who we are
They stay forever
They never go far.
They stay in the subconscious
In the back of the mind
They sometimes make us nauseous
They even make us blind,
But some of us have a hard shell
Underneath is a soft core
No matter how we've been through hell
We still won't settle the score.
Even though we've been misjudged
Up, up we go
Even though our names have been smudged
We still roll with the flow,
I cannot begin to say how lucky I feel
To carry no evil inside
I hold my own wheel
I am my own guide.
Written and posted on March 31st, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin
Oh my!
Halloween night
Of fun and spooky fright
Moonlight creating flickering
Shadows
Children
Quite elated
Trick-or-treating with friends
Who’s creepiest with make-up and
Costumes
Evening
Getting cooler
Night is getting darker
Children walking with bright flashlights
Chilling
Goblins,
Haunted houses,
Black cats, witches on brooms,
Owls hoot, bats silhouette the moon
Eerie!
Carved out
Spooky pumpkins
Glowing flickering eyes
Watch out for small ghost and goblins
Door sign
Grumpy
Children to bed
Sick with crampy tummies
Halloween candy hangover
Nightmares
10/17/2015
Children Story
My parents didn’t celebrate Halloween so I didn’t have the pleasure of the fun ... I always made my boys their costumes and painted their faces. When Halloween evening came around my friends and I would walk our children around the safe neighbor hoods.
They used to have so much fun.
Welcome to the Bijou
Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.
The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling wallpaper.
The plaster cracks mirror
the wrinkles on their faces,
stale faces with
down dropped corners.
Layer upon layer of age
ground in dirt flecked, peppered
perpendicular
boxes and scaffolding
sucked dry by time, tasteless;
their visual appeal long gone
to celluloid.
The walls don’t talk
and few ask the opinions
of the bone sacks
wandering in and out.
The untold and asked for stories
hide like ghosts, shimmering
in the ancient incandescent lights
liver spots on the skin,
fish hooks in the eye floating
suspended
and powerless like flies in amber.
There are those who have always been
mesmerized by age
absorbing filmed content
wallowers in times leftover scraps,
those who bring their own infusion.
They are the catalyst of forward motion
pendulum pushers, who spew curiosity
into the dark corners
for those who follow this path
there is beauty, most certainly,
in the crinkled planes.
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