Memory Horror Poems

  Night after night, images flicker on the tube
    Horrific images of ‘the enemy’ dying
      Dying...

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In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp,
Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse
In my mind, it...

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by Max Burchett

As I was driving the usual way,
Out Chapman Road to start the day,
I saw him standing there.
I stopped and had to stare.

I was...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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In my empire of dust…
I sit on a throne built of ruined, rust 
I sit, n think about what has been lost

why do images come...

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Vines curved around the thin pillars,
 Which supported the house that once held a family of three, 
And was now merely inhabited by insects and...

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Driving home from the liquor store,
       completely void of worry,
I reached behind for my bag of weed
 and I...

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Oh, I remember...
A most painful anniversary. I'll never forget
Where I was that fateful September day.
I still vividly remember what I was doing
And exactly how I...

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There is a pain in my chest.
I'm breathing heavily.
Lord this can't be it.
My soul never paid its levy.
I'm about to lose my mind.
I'm running out...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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Hot the lost lovers rage 
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning 
In supernatural things 
Without rhythms...

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Here lies no Herschel Victor Lance
Life didn’t give him a chance
He fell into a vat of molten iron
We buried his memory, perchance. 

Written July 16,...

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As sex and scars, mascara covers
The blood n liquor mingles on the bar
Draining to the vast caverns of my horrors 
While dark dreams coalesce in...

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a procession

shadowed ravens watch 
depressive day turns
the winds bring Frost 

Skelton branches clutch 

Ghosts dance after the fall 
The procession crawls 
To the point of...

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I dine on your ashes
I choke on your hypocrisy  
I sit n tolerate 
This mockery 
This travesty of me
I feel my skin crawl with…...

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