I wake up to a beautiful day,
After a night of being afraid.
I’m grateful to be awake,
Because I’m afraid of the pillow where my head lays.
Each night is a different stroy,
with a similar ending,
Often gorey,
I’m so tired of pretending.
Dream demons constantly messing with me,
Slipping in as I sleep.
I wish someone could see
The twisted scenes within my dreams.
It makes me fear when my eyes close,
Afraid to turn off my mind.
What am I going to lose
When I close my eyes this time?
Memories of you
And dying on repeat,
None of it is true,
But it knocks me off my feet.
Tearing my brain to pieces,
Ravaging my inner thoughts,
I just want peace
Instead all I hear is gunshots.
There is no magic,
Only black and gray
That wreaks havoc.
I fall to my knees to pray.
Release me from this spell,
Shadows swallow me now,
They pull me into their hell.
I want out, but I don’t know how.
Wake up!
This isn’t real!
Shut up,
I don’t want to feel.
Wake up!
It isn’t what it seems,
It’s just disrupted dreams,
repeating with new endings.
I can’t keep pretending,
I’m praying for a new beginning,
Until then, please,
No more dreaming.
Categories:
gorey, abuse, dream, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
I‘d been staying with pa - my folks got a divorce
and pa took me to the local greyhound course
Pa’s greyhound was running, he runs very fast
He’s called Pterodactyl, pa’s dog never comes last!
I stayed in the stalls, it was pouring with rain
and our ‘Terry’ was winning again and again
I’d an essay to write on Catherine of Aragon
So I worked studiously while the racing was on
At the end of the racing my essay’s all done
Pa comes to fetch me saying come along son
The mutt is so hungry and wants to be fed
it chews up my homework - I wish it was dead!
I’m hopping with rage, I’m crying out loud
there’s such a commotion I draw quite a crowd
I’ve no time to re write it so I know my fate
I'll get a detention, homework cannot be late
My strict history teacher is called Mister Gorey
and he will not believe my shaggy dog story
But my story is true, yes it’s totally factual -
my homework WAS eaten by our flaming Pterodactyl
* A shaggy-dog story a long joke that has an intentionally silly or meaningless ending
My homework was eaten by a flaming Pterodactyl
Sponsored by John Lawless
01/20/21
Categories:
gorey, father son, humorous, pets,
Form: Rhyme
Happy Halloween
Ghosts
Ghouls
Goblins
Spirits
Wines
Pumpkins and their spices
Jackolaterns and their flickering candles lights
Scarecrows
Spiders and their webs
Skulls
Bats
Rats
Black Cats
Crows
Skeletons
Undead
Witches their spells and witchcraft
Warlocks their spells and witchcraft
Necromancers dead-talking
Divinations
Ancestors
Rituals
Rites
Vampires
Werewolves
Mummies
Shapeshifters
Gargoyles
Bogeymen
Monsters
Creatures
Creepy Crawlers
Grim Reapers
Devils
Cemeteries
Tombstones
Crosses
pentagrams
pentacles
tricks or treats
truths or dares
haunted houses
haunted hayrides
Netherworlds
Paranormal
Macabre
Weird
Ghastly
Gorey
Creepy
Cute
Nerdy
Sexy
costumes
Food
Harvest
Candy
Festivities
Beautiful Decay of Nature
Full Moons
Thinnest line between our world and the spiritual realm, which allows beings to crossover
Myths
Legends
Superstitions
Songs
Poems
Books
Death Symbolism
Evil symbolism
Cool Weather
Foggy Bogs
Horrors
Terrors
Scares
Screams
Gothic Elements
Samhain and Day of the Dead Origins
Worshippers
Corporatism and
Consumerism both make money off it and ruin it!
Categories:
gorey, appreciation, art, autumn, birthday,
Form: Free verse
Professor Gorey
always had a story
filled wit guts and grim
til most folks around these parts
those with their full share of smarts
asked her where she grows her monolithic glory.
Grim Reaper
is not my heart's keeper
and I thank you so for asking
just what I see as our life tasking,
to face our fears as monotheistic sleepers.
Professor Gorey
how could your story
of climatic strangulations
and cataclysmic slaughter of multiple reiterations
do other than make us monotonously snorey?
Earth's story can wake you up
if you drink Her with half-full inducting cup
rather than gulping with competition
while choking for want of cooperation
between what's contracting down
why's polytheistic up.
What is this mystery
we cannot see?
of breathing ego down while eco-up,
soothing prickly cats by playing gooey pups,
confusing what might become communion
with how we choose to competitively be?
You've asked me well
so I must tell,
my deep gory fertile mystery
of permaculture ecosystemic history
is what makes our regenerating health
co-evolve so cooperatively swell,
overcoming LeftBrain v RightBraun
disassociated hell.
Categories:
gorey, creation, culture, dark, environment,
Form: Limerick
Violent dreams haunt me while I sleep
Deciphering why my world is so bleak
Bloody heartbreaks scatter this fear
Gorey, hated memories fall with every tear
Poisonous darts stay buried deep within
Blurring my eyesight and distorting my vision
Intensive reactions warped in this maze
Dizzy and disoriented jaded over in haze
Rancid tension crawls out of my skin
Wandering down a damp abyss blocked from within
Lost in a desert where no exit is seen
Faded and lost mixed~up in a dream
Cold atmosphere alone in my heart
Visually here but in my mind so far apart
Arriving in fiery pits choked~up with smoke
I guess in this dream I never awoke
So now deep in death, I dwell in Hell's Wrath
Because deep in sleep I chose the wrong path
Categories:
gorey, angst, death, funeral, natural
Form: Rhyme
My friend wants me to bare
All that's contained within__nude
Emotions covered for at least a decade__maybe more
He wants emotions to protrude
Like a compound fracture of the femur
Bone sticking out__ghastly
How could anyone want that
Horror pouring out for them to see
Must be a little mixed up themselves
Or maybe they like the gorey side of life
Where all is drama__a real bad scene
No__that is not for me__no can't be
Categories:
gorey, imagination, life, mystery
Form: Quatrain