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All Lost Souls, Come Out, Come Out!
Hello boils and ghouls, In celebration of the season I’m going to post a few lines a day of a Halloween poem that I am working on, with the whole thing coming to a close on Halloween morning. So, enjoy and don’t forget to check back everyday until Halloween for
October Tides
Hello Fiends, This is the sequel to another poem I have posted on here called ‘A Curious Electricity’. OCTOBER TIDES The days crawl in and the years crawl out Spreading an infection of contentment and doubt Then in times of unrest, October drops in To check up on the person
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night A dark noir tale of epic proportions told entirely through vignettes Darkness Surrounds, Then The Low Moaning Of A Single Cello Rain, Falling Like Pebbles The Onset Of A Five-O-Clock Shadow Forty-Eight Hours Wide-Eyed In Dire Need Of Sleep The Grumbled Delivery Of
A Cactus Tells No Tales
A CACTUS TELLS NO TALES He arrived in a muzzle flash—a speeding bullet ripping through the orange horizon. Orchestrated by a wild spinning of tires, a reanimated cemetery of dust arose in his wake. It hovered like an apparition behind Leonard’s sports car as he tore down a barren stretch
The Rose Peddler
THE ROSE PEDDLER God, how Raymond hated the city—it was a festering disease, spreading across the countryside. Every time he blinked, every time he slept, every time he turned his back, the steel girders creaked and the concrete walls closed in around him. In his forty-three years of life, he
The Rose Peddler: Unhappy Ending
***You Have Choosen To Read The Rose Peddler’s Unhappy Ending, Proceed Below*** The Rose Peddler: Unhappy Ending As Raymond drove down his favorite stretch of forgotten road, in his favorite forgotten valley, he sped. Faster, faster. The pine trees whipped past his window and a barrage of thoughts pummeled his
The Rose Peddler: Happy Ending
***You Have Choosen To Read The Rose Peddler’s Happy Ending, Proceed Below*** The Rose Peddler: Happy Ending As he drove down his favorite stretch of forgotten road, in his favorite forgotten valley, he sped. Faster, faster. The pine trees whipped past his window and a barrage of thoughts pummeled his
A Corpse In My Bed
Hello Boils And Ghouls, This is the original poem I wrote years ago, that I eventually turned into a Creature Feature song of the same name for the album The Greatest Show Unearthed. Enjoy! A Corpse In My Bed Is it wrong, To have a corpse in my bed? I
A Curious Electricity
A Curious Electricity Leaves begin to die and fall from the trees, Leaving them bare and lifeless. Don’t let this fool you, It’s really just a rebirth. A strange breeze begins. It’s not the hot breeze of summer, Nor the cold breeze of winter, But something in-between. A perfect combination
Are You Scared?
Are You Scared? Pitch black darkness. Civilization off in the distance. Winding mountain roads. Unsure directions. Unfamiliar surroundings. Eerie moonlight. Tricks played on the eyes. Strange sounds. It might just be wild animals. It might be something much worse? Howling breeze. Movement up ahead. Something stirs in the blackness. A
