If A Tree Falls In The Forest, Can You Still Hear The Screams?
Hello Fiends, Here is another excerpt from a little book of death poems I am writing called ‘101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life’. I wrote this after I overheard one of my neighbors complaining about a tree that was hanging over into his
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
A Mysterious Hatbox Excluding The Aforementioned Hat
Hello Fiends, Here is another excerpt from a little book of death poems I am writing called ‘101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life’. A Mysterious Hatbox Excluding The Aforementioned Hat Happy birthday, happy birthday Happy birthday to you You told all your friends
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
101 Ways To Die: It Is Certainly Off Course, Of Course, Of Course
Hello Fiends, Here is another excerpt from a little book of death poems I am working on called ‘101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life.’ Most of the deaths in the song ‘A Gorey Demise’ from my band ‘Creature Feature’ are based off poems
101 Ways To Die: Remember When We Were Spontaneous, Now We’re Just Combustible
Hello fiends, This is an excerpt from a little book of death poems I’m working on called “101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life.” There will be many more of these to come in the near future. Remember When We Were Spontaneous, Now We’re
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
Of Shaded And Shadowed Places
Of Shaded And Shadowed Places Shade is the dim, the dark, the shadowy places underneath. Shade is the damp, the dank, the hollowed places in-between. Shade is the cool, the chilled, the trickling places underground. Shade is the veiled, the shrouded, the obscured places that surround. Shade is the hidden,
