Confusion Scary Poems

PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt

predicated on percocet, or jacked up.
that man that appears, familiar in
a painting, when i land chin up.
i see, clearly, a countenance of sin,
with...

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My mental notes are like those from a psychologist
Full of monologues and constant wars between myself
Cause most times I'm undecided whether to take the high
For...

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It was a time of change for the islanders
a time of letting go
a time of ending things
a time of confusion
a time of saying no
a time...

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The Dreamer

I dreamt a dream of wondrous things
Of lands beyond the sea
Where fairy tales and magic rings
Were waiting there for me

I dreamt of castles in...

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Dear J

I’m sorry this is the world you live in,
walking the streets judged by both sides.
I know you’re called a milky way-
not fitting in to...

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Spooky Halloween Rhyme 8-16 Lines 10-19-23
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Haunted Path

Ebony mists disguise a windswept path,
Unseen fingers rustle decaying leaves
Fleshless moans shroud the vanishing footpath 
Vertigos of terror without...

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I don't want to hurt others with this thought
But my work can hurt others besides myself

I'm spinning, I don't know what to do
Like the ocean...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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The parties Gina plans for Halloween,
just for adults, are always a success.
The games aren’t evil, raunchy, or obscene,
just entertaining. Plus, guests get to dress
in costumes....

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Do you know what it’s like
To be required no more,
To be put out to grass,
To be kicked out the door,
To know your work’s ended,
No more...

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I feel his hot breath upon my cheek
Hurrying to devour, wishing me dead
Singling me out as if I were a freak

I silence the fears as...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental...

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