spooky
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There’s a bar in the mojave desert.
Most don't know how to get there,
Only hearing the mutters of instructions from drunken strangers,
But they all have same eyes,
Red eyes in the grass
Red eyes in the corn
Red eyes at night
Red eyes til' morn
Pretened to not see
Pretend to not hear
Quickly go home
Because trouble is near
I crave more,
More than you could ever know.
Flesh was a minuscule distraction, it only appeased me for a while,
Now I ache for more.
I crave more,
More than you could ever know.
Flesh was a minuscule distraction, it only appeased me for a while,
Now I ache for more.
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
Zues, the captain of the football team
Iris, the prettiest most popular girl, with a smile like a beam.
Eros, the charm and spell cast upon them.
The seasons are all changing, the schedule of the day is rearranging.
It's finally time to put the shorts away, and to bring the sweaters out for the cold days.
We sit quietly in the car in the dark
Candles balanced on the dash
White wax drips to form soft folds, stark
Against the blackness of the ash
When you take your skin off
and stare at your bones
lay them out in the sun
and watch them turn yellow
When you smile use your teeth
they'll smile more than your hair
Deep in the darkness,
The goo falls on down,
Right from the ceiling,
Onto the ground,
Then there before me,
Lies my own head,
That sings to me songs,
That fill me with dread,
In the Midst of the day,
Where the people runaway.
From the forces they do not see
to test what they believe.
The people will all fall to greed
directly to thier knees.
I live in a house with two ghosts
Mirrored in themselves when they are near the other
They drift through each other
But alone they seem nearly solid
Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own hollow room
For I cannot control them
There once was a mother
Who lost her lover
And all she had was a child
Despite her care
And the life she shared
The mother slowly grew wild
As the child screamed
The mother schemed
*Throwback Poem: This poem was written way back in 2010, when I was about 11, and thought I was Edgar Allan Poe!! Haha!*
Dripping with violence,
I locked the door behind me
And as I sat on the toilet seat
I looked down at my feet
Red, from the lack of heat
I began remisicing on memories
Bur it wasn't long until I was done
My family isn’t much, nor is my surroundings.
It’s only Mom, Dad, and Sarah.
Dad is always working, Mom is always cleaning, and Sarah always complains.
There is only one thing that I cannot explain.
(poems go here) The fluorescent moon
Of the black night sky,
the only light to shine in the abandoned town.
Frigid air burns
my porcelain skin.
Drifting through the streets,
