Long Scarier Poems
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Sinking feeling springs eternal...
courtesy sucker punched by vehicular travails
Truckload of banshees muffled
as more'n yours truly wails
he feels wheely tired
as one after another
significant snafu devilish
troublesome impish of the
poe pervert car -
tell driver unveils
scarier than Stephen
King's macabre tales
one illusory monster with
(by Scott) matted pointy scales,
who infuriatingly rants and rails
against dependence on
unstable, unpredictable, and
unmentionable car rear,
where his ruffled quilted wings,
stand on edge quiver and quails
analogous to how Jack
and Jill arduously lugged pails
splashing water to and fro
hither and yon some
drips drops long as nine inch nails,
actually pleasant sensation
though futile schlepping,
sloshing, and spilling bucketful
after bucketful eternal
rhyming task without reason
synonymous with Sisyphus,
but lo and behold
agony no longer assails
only fleeting ecstasy, think
Bos taurus came back
to animal farm -
carting... yup countless hay bales
(sh....) stolen goods,
under the whinny some nose
of neighboring Equus
at Clyde on dales,
one Mister Ed, a horse -
laugh he exhales,
said bovine won't be cowed,
cuz fodder knows beast,
that charity never fails.
There has been an itch that needs scratching. It gets violent at night. It gets out of hand at precisely 3 a.m. It takes the form of my tears, swelling up my eyes, washing my pillowcase, twisting my hair. If I collect those tears, those memories unfurl into a movie, a movie I know the title to but resist calling by name. Naming things makes it that much more personal. It reminds me of those days from the past when I laughed because I loved it when people laughed with me, when now I only do so because I feel I need to. That itch reaches the inside of my brain, making it harder for me to touch it, remove it, scratch it. It devours my brain, every nerve, every inch of my existence, my being. It makes me want to let go of my ego, but also gives me the strength to leave it to the universe. The world looks different at 3 a.m. It’s scarier. Darker. Homier. It would be false to assert that I don’t sleep because of it. The truth is, I don’t want to let go. Let go of the hollowness this night brings, the palpitations my tears unfurl, the idyllic fantasies my brain creates, none of which include the past. The itch makes me want to stay. It also makes me want to run away. It sucks my soul, my body, my sense of self. It brings me back from the clutches of a parasite. It doesn’t let me go, doesn’t let me breathe.
The itch is you.
death hunter appeared on the back of a flying skeleton
the first thing I noticed was his hooked beak and dead eyes
they were both straight from the bowels of the underworld
neither spoke, yet there was some kind of animation
they circled around my bed, I felt here to claim me
I waited for the grab I knew was coming
anticipating being snared and dragged into the never world
the terror I felt cannot be described in any language
I was a goner, resigned to my fate, feeling vulnerable and alone
Nothing could save me; they were scarier than the grim reaper
the death hunter put up a bony finger in warning, and they circled again
I shuddered, closed my eyes, and waited for the grab.
If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence
and take a leap of faith...
You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.
Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.
Some day you'll feel safer in the void,
more secure,
at peace.
With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.
You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.
You turn a in dream into a nightmare.
Chasing something that you know I'll never be.
If we stay here, we're not together.
You leave me feeling hexed.
"You are in control of your own life," they say.
But I know every ounce of jubilation or poignant feeling I get is because of you people.
There is no such thing as coincidence.
There are no chance or twist of fate.
How about predestination?
The grave is not the final destination.
They say, "everything happens for a reason."
They say "a choice you make creates a ripple effect that causes other things to happen."
Yall are full of tales and fibs.
At first it was scarier and now there's a sense of humor.
Ill tell you the truth.
Come here.
Come close.
Jesus would hate you.
He would hate you all.
God is real.
He's just a demon.
The holy spirit is the mark of the beast.
You people put the evil spirit in Jesus christ.
Tortured and killed him.
Sent him to hell and then resurrected in his godly body.
"The good die young," they joke.
Devilish life, oh what does this notion? Hmm, maybe evil life, or a diabolical life of bad human
I am this human, but no one thinks me a dark figure, because my style is great and my aura is bright
But this bright aura is a super shield, a perfect force field, a supernatural power of my mind, soul, and heart
Yes, it’s that, that’s why I am a famous witch, oh my life, oh, Christian life, my life is full of black magic and Wicca, black diamond and fire star
Evil life, my life is terrifying horror, dark soul, deep black space, even scarier than a black hole, indefinable cosmic world, but life
I am bad, I am wrong, I am satanic, I am demonic, I am horrific but peaceful as a lamb, I needed to be that, a Bible teacher, but my Gospel is my present life
Hmm, I wanted to be a Bible teacher, but psychologists here in London destroyed my life, because I didn’t accept their ideologies and “interesting” lives
Hmm, I sat in my room. Suffering and depression were my lifemates. Then a deep and kind male voice spoke to me. He said, I help you, just give your life
Satan spoke to me, he is the Master in my life. He lives in my heart, in my soul, in my mind.
Oh, my dear Satan, thank you for saving my life, I fly with you in space, in the sky
We are always together in the eternal, I work for you in your army, I am your man, demonic-like, can we do great things in the world, in the universe? Great games, worlds, power, and life, oh Satan! give me this life! Give me this life!
The astral eye of my astral body is red like yours and see everything, my mind becomes like yours, and will know everything, oh Master!
I want to live your life, but not alone, with another life, with my love, and we will be the first pair of people in hell, oh Master! Please, please, give us this life!
I see this woman in my dark soul. She is a bright flower, white like a bellflower, oh, Satan! Do you hear the ringing of bells in my heart? Can you feel my heart?
Please, give us this life, my life is yours, a lone soul in the infinite universe, a suffering spirit,
I have no family, and I have no stable home, please, oh Satan, give us this life!
I was awakened by the sounds of clatters and thumps
as a whoosh of breeze made my window blinds thud.
I rose with a groan and felt the rise of goose bumps
on my skin. Frigid morning air was chilling my blood.
Far in the distance was the boom of thunder's roar.
No cockle-doodle-do would I hear at break of dawn,
for the wise rooster knew rains would soon begin to pour.
There'd be no more sleep for me as I stifled a yawn.
I shuffled to the kitchen as the wind began to howl.
While coffee was brewing, my new pup started to bark.
I whispered, "Alright, boy. It's just the hoot of an owl."
Creaks and clangs always sound scarier when it's dark.
A tempest wind rattled my windows with a loud clatter.
The rumble of more thunder caused my heart to flutter.
Rain splashed against the panes with a resonant splatter,
and then I heard "WHAM BAM," and off flew my shutter.
I hushed my dog when he began to whimper and whine
and decided to build a fire, all the while humming a tune.
Finally, he relaxed when the rain stopped, just before nine.
We slept until noon, after enduring that dreadful monsoon.
July 18th, 2022
Onomatopoeia Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
checked with rhymezone
I hate growing up
I hate decisions
They're scarier than the monsters
I used to fear when young
they grow with you; they increase
they haunt you
and worse, there is a right or wrong
consequences, mistakes that could ruin your whole future
guess growing up isn't about a driver's license
it's responsibility, like it's something you have learned
it's caring about others even if it means being in silence
it looks so easy on TV, like it's just another step on the stairs
maybe I watched the wrong movies,
it's more like jumping off a plane and hoping you would survive,
in the sea with the salty water till whenever
So would I go back if I could?
YES, without a doubt, a thought
maybe it was better making faces with clay
maybe it was easier spending the day on a swing, and getting a slight headache
and even then someone was there to nurse you
Yes, life is not easy, and it has never been fair
Hey, straight people,
Why do you hate?
You won't leave it
Open for debate.
Hey straight people,
Why do you harm?
We refuse silence,
We ring the alarm.
Hey straight people,
Why do you kill?
It's just a *****,
It's no big deal.
Hey straight people,
Don't tell us how
it should be.
I won't bother you,
You don't bother me.
Hey straight people,
A little equality.
We are the same,
When it comes
To biology.
Hey straight people,
Stop your
discrimination.
You’re pushing for
Mass extinction.
Hey straight people,
We are who we are.
Because of you,
We carry a scar.
Hey straight people,
We just want to be happy.
We are different, odd,
And sometimes tacky.
Hey straight people,
We can love who we want.
From the coast of California
To the forest of Vermont.
Hey straight people,
Remove the barrier.
Your religious conviction,
Nothing is scarier,
Hey straight people,
We never hassle you.
You choose to fight,
Hate, and argue.
Hey straight girls,
Leave us alone.
Keep your butt in your
Straight zone.
Turbo1904 ?
Walking down the street I saw
Both bumblebee and fairy,
Vampires, witches, and some monsters
Scarier than scary.
A gladiator strolled beside
Some high-heeled sexy nurses,
And several aliens who came
From distant universes.
A firefighter and his friends,
All hero-types in tights,
Escorted princesses and queens,
And several elves and sprites.
Such simple costume magic
Formed this Halloween display,
To lift us from the daily grind
And keep the drab at bay.
Reality’s suspended,
And we cross into the realm
Of wonder and enchantment,
With a dreamer at the helm.
So dive into this haven’s
Pure ethereal delight;
To fantasy, surrender,
If only for one night.