ideas swirled in outrageous loops and whorls outside her mind
others could not see, but she could feel them on her face
some were gentle, romantic, and kind
Others were harsh, mean, angry, horrifyingly evil
where did they come from?
Her muse would not reveal this
Silent for a change
Categories:
horrifyingly, muse,
Form: Free verse
Halloween bear we know you want to be horrifyingly scary
But you are no more frightening than the sugar plum faerie
It is more than your big eyed look and your fluffy fur.
It is your giving heart, which is incredibly pure.
You can dress up in a witch hat and try to look mean.
But your soft-hearted soul and loveliness is too easily seen.
We will never be frightened, so you might as well give up.
You are about as terrifying as a sticker of a loving cup.
Categories:
horrifyingly, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
It is horrifyingly apparent,
that this new Rome will fall soon.
The wolves are roaming,
seeking for any weakness,
and we are weakened
by our own lack of alarm.
Some spoke out,
some told of a degenerate culture,
of corruption and disinterest.
Some armed themselves,
but a house divided upon itself
cannot stand for long.
This Republic will disintegrate;
be scattered by ill-winds,
as were all republics before it.
Then we will see at last
the worm in the apple
was none other than us.
Categories:
horrifyingly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In your eyes
huge vacuum
sleazy
step forward, says.
implore forgiveness
You strive for blandness.
better way
endears
sightless saw
a speck
Fear query
hold you in shackles
horrifyingly bruised
him
as haystack needle.
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented Edward Ibah
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 03/27/2021
Categories:
horrifyingly, anxiety, cry, depression, imagery,
Form: Verse
Horribly, heartlessly horrifying hearty healthy hookworms hasten to
heat up Henry’s hamburger haven. Here within, harmoniously and happily harbored and headquartered in Henry’s haphazardly helter-skelter heroic stomach.
Categories:
horrifyingly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Sleepless in Cascais
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
Categories:
horrifyingly, angst, blessing, body, books,
Form: Blank verse
Snip-snaw lambasted me today.
Misunderstood initially,
Practically undiscovered
Until I remembered the stories of
Some others.
Zeke and Sam’s horrible, vivid scary
Stories of unkind deeds the snip-snaw had
Caused them to do, against their
Best judgement, immobilized me
To my bed for an extra hour,
Weighted blanket over my head.
Terrified burgundy hair stood up notoriously tall.
Goosebumps on my scalp,
I felt uncomfortably threatened, as I
Shook louder than a twenty-eight year old
Unbalanced washer on spin.
Yes, snip-snaw happened to me today,
I will speak of it no more,
But it was even more terrible and
Horrifyingly scary as I had ever
Had the audacity to believe.
Categories:
horrifyingly, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
Betrayed by my own kin?
Surely her heart was not this unkind.
Betrayed thrice before, now once again.
She had clearly crossed the integrity line.
Her bumbling excuses were coarse,
Story-like lies, an unbelievable discourse.
A horrifyingly betraying force,
Would my broken heart heal ever?
I could feel the pieces crying after this endeavor.
When could I trust her? Possibly never!
My trust-forgiveness had to end for self to win.
For my own soul’s sake and peace of mind,
Cousins who love each other always, of course
But I am leery now, cautious, for my trust has been broken forever.
Written 11/02/2018 Fragmented Rhyme – November 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Categories:
horrifyingly, betrayal, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Regret is a six letter word
Clawing at the heart, engulfing it in sorrow like the shriek of a lost soul, piercing like a razor sharp dagger
Regret, the most undesirable emotion
A concoction of fear, anger, and sadness
FEAR of reoccurance
ANGER that it ever occurred
SADNESS because you can never go back and fix what you have done
No matter how many times you kick yourself, you can never, ever go back
Regret, causing you to question every and any decision you have and will ever make
The agonizing torture of knowing you could possibly make the same mistake will haunt you, parallel to an evil spirit, sending a shiver straight down your core to the bone
The difference being regret is inexplicable until you experience it's gut wrenching pain
Because the ache of regret is horrifyingly unexpected, like an innocent venturing out into the ocean for the first time and finding yourself being torn apart by forces much stronger then you could ever imagine
The thing with regret is that no one can quite grasp the feeling until they have felt it
To get all of the warmth sucked out of your body to be replaced with a deathly chill
Oh yes, then you will know
Categories:
horrifyingly, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes, when you attempt
To reconcile what you see in
The mirror each day, with the
Darkness and emptiness of
Incessant failures and mistakes,
And you strain with all your
Might to squeeze something of
Worth from the torrid chaos
And anxiety that seeks to drown
You, all that manages to drip
From the tip of that keen, rusty,
Ragged-edged blade named
'Purpose', is the thinly-veiled
Knowledge that there is at least
A residue of integrity in the
Recognition of the vicious fact,
That there are some things
You can never, ever, forgive
Yourself for. It is brutal. It is
Cold. It is horrifyingly lonely. But
Sometimes that is all there is
Left to a desolate and broken ...
Soul.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Anxiety Poetry Contest", Lewis Raynes, Sponsor.
Categories:
horrifyingly, angst, conflict, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
If we were written sentences,
I’d be three letters. NOT.
I can still taste those three letters.
N, creamy white, and so smooth. Tastes like paper.
O, black like motor oil. Tastes like wet ink.
T, horrifyingly red, but with purples so bruise-like, I’d call it wine. Tastes like a vineyard, bitter and dry.
Blurs the edges.
We are written sentences, standing before the bathroom mirror.
B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T reads your reflection.
N-O-T reads mine. I am a termination, the end.
“Well it’s NOT cancer, but we’re NOT sure what it is.”
“I’m NOT in love with you anymore.”
NOTNOTNOT
The only colours in my skin are N O T. Paper, ink, wine.
You’re the colour of a birthday cake, and I’m NOT.
Categories:
horrifyingly, words,
Form: Free verse
It’s cold
And I long,
Really not feeling well.
It’s winter while I
Touch you within the snow.
My thoughts race me
Horrifyingly toward you,
The pain,
I can barely overcome.
It’s the bluest winter,
Like your eyes, my dearest.
And it feels so warm,
Just as the shadow’s
Riots never reach your side.
When your body’s
Not twisted
By butchers that don’t
Know the meaning
Of love, of weep.
It’s winter in our souls,
None the less,
May it be summer in
Your cheeks as
I bare you in my mind
Like this prayer.
In my dream we usually
Hide like my
Personal orison.
It’s winter and
My soul’s so hollow,
I cannot even dare
To speak.
I’m still longing you, my brother.
© 2010 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Categories:
horrifyingly, brother, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse