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Category: Poetry

  • SCARED

    by DAEZY

    The world is trying to eat me alive
    I swear
    You look under my bed
    And you’ll find my mom staring back at you

    Are you scared yet?

    I just saw Paranormal Activity 2
    That thing is a nightmare-o-matic machine
    I tried the Bloody Mary thing
    And she was actually…pretty nice

    Are you scared yet?

    I had lunch with her
    She bought me lobster
    Or rather she scared the crap out of the cooks
    Seriously

    They literally ran into the kitchen and tried to shoot themselves!
    But she stopped them and demanded them to make lunch
    If Bloody Mary walked up to you with a bloody shoe
    And ordered you to make brunch, what would you do?

    Are you scared yet?

    I know none of this is probably
    BOO!
    Haha, got you!
    Are you spooked?

  • MOTHER’S ARMS

    by ERIC

    Cascade of a cadence
    Radiant melodies
    Resembling anything but hatred
    Fast paced from the heart
    Ending in stasis
    Keeping hearts at home captive
    Cardiac insulation
    Away from harm
    World’s protection
    Maternal arms
    Child’s self reflection
    Mental injection
    The apple gains seeds
    After the forbidden fruit
    Falls from the trees
    Her recollection in a sentence
    Nurtures my retrospect
    Child’s provision

  • PAINTED LIES

    by PAULA

    Painted lies
    Tell stories of the times you’ve cried.
    I held you tight,
    Stayed with you through the night.
    Your blood ran free through my fingers
    And I hoped,
    For a moment,
    The lowness of the blow,
    The tenor of the symphonic show
    Would get the best of you.
    Your wasted smiles
    Remind me of the times I wept in denial.
    Concern and care fill up the empty space
    Once compressed with air.
    I’m the one who’s been there since the beginning.
    I’ve helped you through the hard times,
    The never happy endings.
    The green eyed monster I hold inside tries to vanquish the hurt,
    The despise,
    The wonder of what she has that I don’t.
    The chance of finding another like you
    Is one in a number that,
    More than likely,
    Won’t ever appear.
    So remember the next time she makes you shed these tears,
    She rips through your heart and plumages through your fears.
    Remember when she leaves you hanging high and dry,
    Who was there for you the first thousand times?

  • UNSTITCHING THE UNSEEN

    by BRANDON B

    Intoxicated dreams is where everything is adjacent to what it seems, lies on lies, unstitching the unseen by its seams. Provident schemes followed closely by damsel screams lead the way that’s already paved. It’s never too late, they can be saved. Severely eerie smiles can be spotted for miles. Glassy eyes reflect no emotion, what do you see any devotion? Or the sorrow of a saddened weak-willed soul floating to heaven from an abortion.

  • SNOWY BLOOD

    by SHERROD

    The sun was gone and the snow was starting to fall
    Letting the cold air take over and blow everything away
    The snow started off white and turned red
    A nightmare came onto the town
    I remember in the movie everything changed
    The screen dimmed down and the music faded
    A guy came down and he was looking enraged
    A killer looking for revenge
    He spots an innocent little boy and goes for the kill
    A squeal follows through the town like a dolphin’s squeak
    But, this wasn’t for a location, this was for help
    A knife pieced through a black shirt to the chest of a young child
    Passing through the heart and out the back

    His body plops down in a blanket of roses and covers the snow with blood
    Hours pass and no one comes to the rescue
    Flies fly around the body for the sweet taste of the flowing plasma
    Days fly by and someone finds him
    The funeral goes on and everyone sighs in regret
    Regret that they couldn’t do anything sooner

    The screen brightens up as the funeral continues
    The piano plays while the day goes on
    Of a sad song that everyone knows
    Saying sorry goes around in the hall and tears of the family fall
    The boy is gone and the world goes on
    But there is a good thing from this story
    The killer will always be gone