I had another nightmare last night. Wanna read it? Crickets are extra loud and despite a sky lit up with stars it’s extra dark. I’m driving an old yellow pickup truck that has seen more generations than god. I smell like onions and I’m wearing a nice vintage pizza flour and sauce uniform. Wonky headlights…
I don’t write a lot of happy poetry because I share my happiness fully and freely with people. I write poetry when I’m frustrated, angry, or hurt. I write poetry because I can share my thoughts without burdening someone else with them. I have plenty of people who wouldn’t consider it a burden but for…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that began as a flow painting but it ended up with these strange paint holes. After a year of holding onto the canvas I saw eyes peeking through and decided to pick it back up and finish it. Prints and shoes available for sale on Hastywords…
I’ve been dealing with an especially long bout of nightmares. They don’t bother me really other than I wake up more often and that bothers me eventually. Some are relentless and some just… sneak in and subtly warp things. Like an especially large or evil smile on the face of a loved one. Or my…
My eyes traced the concrete fractures This is where the dread and unease Detonate the fear I’ve been hiding Rough edges jagging into erratic lines Deep, dark, wide gaps that if stepped on Would break your mother’s back And conjure an army of fiends Of monsters and ogres, of ghosts Cracks that if tread upon…
It’s the kind of fog that stole my breath Thick and shadowy Dark skulking movements that stuck to my skin. Ominous and dangerous It held the memory of every broken scream I hated this kind of fog And for the longest time It’s the only kind I knew It swallowed the sun leaving me isolated,…
I can feel you Slinking around In my periphery You’re waiting For me to search My surroundings To find the cause Of my unease You’re loving Every second Of my discomfort But… My apprehension Isn’t real I am playing To your fantasy I secretly delight In being the one That’ll expose The terrors You’ve planned…
Worry is a creative soul Knocking sense around Like alphabet blocks Building wooden castles Stuffing them with dreams Just to watch them burn Carrying extra demons In case the devil alone Isn’t enough to destroy The human she’s become
The cracks will swallow you When you least expect them to The deep dark veins below Snake around your feet And slither silently to and fro Ubiquitously lacing surfaces Unapologetic and merciless With obscure secrets to bestow Giving air to the beasts beneath Who wait patiently to consume Eventually and completely The humanity that treads…
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