Literary Works » Poetry » Horror
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In the night, The drummer boy will walk Trying to find a child to stalk
wannawrite2 - Apr 13, 2012 - 3 min read
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I sware, My eyes aren't usually So very cold My face isn't usually Twisted in this hate No, not at all I'm so sorry, Am I scaring you? It's true ...
SPAuthor - Apr 2, 2012 - 2 min read
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It's there Lurking in the darkest corners Of my soul Even while I walk In the sunlight It's there Always there Its eyes gleam red Its fang flash white Its ...
SPAuthor - Apr 2, 2012 - 2 min read
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Forgive me, For the lies I told. Forgive me, For the pain I gave you. Forgive me, For what I brought upon you. Forgive me, For calling you names. Forgive ...
demib - Mar 27, 2012 - 1 min read
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I am Despair; I feed on broken dreams And fading courage And shattered hope. I numb the brain, Poison the heart, Wither the body, Drain the soul. I thrive on ...
TheDayBeforeTomorrow - Mar 25, 2012 - 3 min read
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Dead roses on my death bed, Piling up to my souls content. The series have just begun, While my life comes undone. Mourners come by, Just as my soul begins ...
demib - Mar 24, 2012 - 1 min read
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The sun is bright, the sky is blue. The children play, all young and new. Happy and free, they care of nothing. Together they laugh, as if no one is ...
ENCR - Feb 27, 2012 - 3 min read
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Evil in the supplement of a shell, in an unfed dog, in inane thoughts of dance on unemphatic surfaces. All the demons lateral to kitchens! All the wholesome golems in ...
Kylan - Feb 25, 2012 - 8 min read
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WARNING:(This poem is under construction. PLEASE do NOT read unless you want to feel like your reading a crash and burn poem.) Come to Me Children, and See What I ...
demib - Feb 21, 2012 - 2 min read
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The Last Lullaby Hush, My child, Dont you cry, For this will be, Your last lullaby, When the reaper comes, To steal you away, I will be here, Hush, My ...
demib - Feb 19, 2012 - 1 min read
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Walking on the grim road, Not knowing where it leads, The obsidian crunches under my feet, Thoughts of my evil past rushes at me, The chilling air brushes against my ...
Prey109 - Feb 17, 2012 - 1 min read
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A meticulously executed dance, shadows cajole the tightened strings, darkness taunting; cantankerous laughter malevolence tangible; oppressive weight. Capered whispers; enwreathing isolation, prespira
WrittenInStone - Feb 14, 2012 - 2 min read