Mangrove Jack
He might attack
Always lurking
Never twerking
Twigs in his hair
His smell everywhere
Dirt under his nails
His creepiness prevails
Mangrove Jack
He will be back…
I have been through cameras with films, Polaroids, flash cubes, the lot.
I have enjoyed every camera I ever had, recording people, always a plot.
Most of my first grayscale photos have faded into a weird kind of gray blur.
I once had a dark room in my home, where creepiness of all kinds would occur.
I never felt like I was alone in there, as I was working with fluids at my sink.
Sometimes I could feel another in there with me, always wearing pink.
This house is haunted, I told my husband, after I developed my film into a scene.
There were often flashes of orbs and whorls, most of them pink, one time a green.
My husband said, just get down in the grass and get a good one of the cat.
This is my daughter’s favorite photo of Peepers, who could not be where she was at.
She was stationed at Lackland Air Force Base, learning to be a soldier during a war.
I am glad to say she is safe now, and gets to help me sort my photos, numbering 200,004.
The old building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
today the creepiness remains- turned into a hostel,
one hundred and fifty graves were found on the grounds;
and upper death row cells can be rented for a night.
There are creaking doors and heavy footsteps heard,
wailing and weeping and praying all the night long;
on a dare- I rented a top floor cell with black bars,
I was told the daunting gallows remain not far away;
and went to my bunk, not really believing the stories.
I was found in the morning crumpled and weeping,
talking hysterically about being hanged by decomposed men;
the mental hospital is not much better than that jail was,
where ghosts hang me every single night in the gallows;
now dear, it is just a dream but I am terrified to go to sleep.
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September 30, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/The Old Jail
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1290-558-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, "The Unexplained"
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
First Place
Tiny
Spiny
Surly
Ugly
Tiny spiny slimy creepiness
Surly ugly spooky nastiness
AP: 3rd place 2021
Just when you thought there was peace on the street
Lightning strikes, moon is covered with a streak
The crow caws with a great fear in his voice
Night haunts everyone, it seems to rejoice
Just as if on cue, the ground seems to move
Skeletons come out, as if on a groove
Tombs burst open showing zombies to scare
To prey on the weak, going everywhere
The haunted house sits on top of the hill
Invites guests to come in for a cheap thrill
The moon goes dark as anyone comes close
Creepiness is present, everyone knows
Halloween is sure the focus of fear
This haunted house - no candy do they share
Russell Sivey
An old house, ancient in its fearsome style
Where lightning flashes and thunder pelts near
The house’s creepiness can be seen for miles
In front of the building is a dark seer
Casting powers that cause a lot of fear
A witch flies deep in the sky overhead
Looking for lost victims to kill them dead
Moon shines above to cast eerie shadows
Glowing on those lying on a death bed
The scary scene brings fear like no-one knows
Russell Sivey
After all the things i did for you
And comfort when your feeling blue
When your dressed fancy and i say your beautiful
Or when i complement you when your feeling dull
But i creep you out?
That moment when Josh yelled at you
And i made him feel like a fool
Made him apologize and say that he was in the wrong
But you look at me as if i may be dumb
i creep you out...
The times that your unaware of
When people degrade you
I'm the one that stands tough
Attacking your rumors
I CREEP YOU OUT!!
How could you say this
When you don't even know me
Feelings of sadness and anger
Ignited by what you told me
Fine, thats how it is
I know you didn't ask for it
for my protection against the things
I don't know why i do it
...very well...
Forgive me for my creepiness
I apologize for being me
i have nothing else to say,
but believe me i will make you pay.
There’s an old mansion
On top of an eerie hill
Where path runs crooked
And candles are lit inside
Where ghosts triumphantly float
The place exudes hate
An evil holds firm within
Manor feels desperate
Bats gloat of their great catches
And black cats find their mice here
The place warns of fear
By Jack-O-Lanterns hither
Lit with dark presence
They guard the cemetery
That envelopes the front porch
No trick or treaters
Come by this mansion at night
For even the devil
Avoids the creepiness here
Pain and suffering present
Spiders live nearby
Capturing the larger prey
Trees are dead, spooky
Set off fear beyond the grave
A Halloween haunted house
Russell Sivey
Entrant into ~ SKAT ~'s "Tanka me this, Tanka me that, Tanka me any poem you want :-) " contest
10/6/2012
The light is on
In the heart of a pumpkin
The center is fresh
The middle carries a doom
Within its known creepiness
The beating nature
Of the inside’s confines
Flickers with a candle
The groveling heard
Increased with each footstep
A quirky smile given
The Jack-O-Lantern brings fear
To the people that pass by
No matter the pain
An individual my possess
It won’t compare to this
Russell Sivey
8/20/12
Another collaboration with Justin Connor. :) It’s fun pulling people into writing gory, creepiness—and them actually not minding. At least I don’t think he minds. ;)
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The ache is returning in full force
What is this horrid feeling?
And why does it leave a crooked smile on my face?
The itch is back, scratching lightly
I must satisfy the itch . . . I must
Two voices speak to me—
One telling me to spare the person’s life,
The other telling me to go for it
Pulled between these two voices
The emotions of life twisting
Lifting its ugly head at me
They don’t know I am here
Lifting my ugly head at them
Watching as they sip their drinks
Laughter toiling through my brain
Cruel laughter . . .
Why am I here?
Tell me I am not. . .
Grinded by the voices—bounded
My eyes flicker open to certainty
Then I see her
Among the rest
And the pressures of the ache grow
I am still conflicted between the two voices
But my mind always says to go for it
As if there is something I have to do
Something I need to do . . .
The rainy night crept unto the woods,
with the leaves ticking,
singing in ghastly moods,
The drizzling drops went pit and pat
meow meow!!!! cried out the cat.
All dark, all alone
Creepiness build by its own,
The bats sighed,
and the animals howled,
The greeness deepened to the hollow dark,
A gush of fright filled up my heart.
On the way back, I ran and ran,
was it the tale, told by that man,
The clouds thundered!!!
and the thor raged,
It was the story by that man.
A sudden thud, I heard a call!!!
was it someone who gripped my motion.
I feared immense to keep my eyes open!!!!
A lingered presence made me fear,
I saw a figure appoaching near,
Shouted aloud none to hear,
prayed to God, Save me dear,
Clinged My fingers,
closed my eyes,
ran and ran for my life.
A faint dim light,
lite the lamp,
My home, My home eased my sight,
A sigh of relief I thanked the lord,
safe in my home, safe and fine,
Until I turned, as the clock stuck nine.
I turned about and saw there,
I closed my eyes...
Iam nowhere.....
The haunting
In the creepiness
When there’s no light
Waking up every moment
In the middle of the night
You have not noticed
All the haunting all around
The harder I try to ignore it
The stronger it gets inside of me
This haunting makes no sound
It is something you do not see
With belief, it’s around
Since the day I found
All those secrets you hide
It’s more than inside my head
Now I sleep with my eyes open wide
The haunting exist even when I’m not in bed
I can count each and every single sheep
Still, this haunting won't let me sleep
You said you are sorry
Why is my own mind, taunting me?
This is not paranoia
The haunting
Takes place only when I’m awake
The vision of you won't let me be
These shadows are real, not fake
With all these images only I see
No matter what decision I make
Waking to the haunting for so long
The haunting of you with her
With the knowledge, you did me wrong
S.K.A.T.
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