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Thinking about poetic horror makes me think of Pedro the Lion's Never Leave a Job Half Done.
A haiku for you, David Bazan: Blood stains on my hands Quick, drag her to the kitchen Hide the evidence. |
Happy Thanksgiving
Why does turkey make you sleep Its the Tryptophan |
haha... Nice use of Tryptophan.
Haiku for Thanksgiving... From the turkey's perspective. Gobbling in my pen. Here comes the Farmer Walace - ... ... ... ... ... |
Chrono is real bored
Resurrects her second thread PLEASE someone save me |
here's something to do
when you're really bored at home: resurrect old posts. oh, wait... nevermind. |
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While reading this thread Newb's Zombie coat and glasses Made me laugh out loud :D |
Running in the night
Knife in hand, he follows me There is no escape Ankle twists, falling down Eyes wide, tears running down my cheeks Helpless now, he's here He whispers of death Knife gleaming as it plunges Hot breath on my face Pain and he smiles Blood cascades down, so cold now Last breath leaving me (not quite the same ones I wrote in grade school :p ) |
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unhhh ughhh gahhh unhhh gohhh ughh ermmm Guhhh bahhh ughhh guhhh Brains. |
Must have been the wind
A creaking floorboard perhaps Surely nothing more |
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... tossing and turning a landscape of broken men bearing down on me sweat hits my forehead all claws and teeth surround me a rusty floorboard remnants of harsh dreams stumble numbly through my day give me strength to sleep ... |
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@ newb - thanks :) |
handcuffed to a dancing tumour
black blood spiritual disease sooths nothing the real thing bites harder are you her now are you here now |
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these are some great haikus - someone should publish the amazing authors of HDC!
"Bedtime" boxsprings and mattress sturdy wooden frame surrounds but what waits beneath |
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monkeys invented haikus
its a well known fact! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q...nkey_smile.jpg |
The Closet
Late night, hang my cloak Stillness instantly broken Was that breath I felt? The End Shot rings through the night Blood splatters on the carpet T'was too much to bear Would love to hear what people thought. I don't write much. |
neighborhood
the crack flows like coke poured into the noses hope is a lost soap |
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... boiling over the heat and fury washes all white turns to red |
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7 5 :P But thanks anyway |
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nice work CG |
Flying through the air,
It knows nothing different, yes, my chucked ferret. |
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right "boiling" does NOT have 3 syllables... |
depends how you say it. some say
boy-ling som say boy-all-ing |
i think boil is two and ing makes it three.
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But, according to dictionary.com we're wrong (and, yes, I had to look it up): http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...rl/boiling.gif ... Ode to being sick hot feverish chills body wracked with hacking cough forcing out the phlegm blaaaaaaaaaaargh |
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7 5 again! Get it together! |
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v6...l/feverish.gif |
dead along gutters
the smell of my stomach rotten in rubbers |
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Ev'rywhere ghouls are
Creeping through the foggy night. Must be Hallowe'en. |
Fish...and poetry, all in one night, wow!
You did love it so, you treated it like a son. And it went... where-ever I... did go. Is it in the cupboard? Wouldn't you like to know! It is a most elusive fish. That went where-ever I did goooooooo. Oh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish! A fish, a fish, a fishy OOOOOOOOOOH! Oh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish! That went wherever I... did go! http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/k...e/SPEWTHIS.gif Sorry, got a bit of a stomach virus. |
Knife gouges eyes deep
Flickering flame gives him life Jack grins on my porch |
Ghosts on my front porch
Goblins knocking at my door Halloween is here |
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The autumn air chills Makes my bones shake and shiver Since I have no skin |
The moon shines brightly
Something lurking in the dark A trick or a treat? |
Darkness Clouds My Mind
My Hands Are Covered In Blood What Have I Become The Knife Has Fallen Sheets Turning Crimson Color My Wife Moves No More A Last Kiss Goodby A Taste Of Blood On Her Lips Its What She Wanted To See Me No More Was Her Last And Final Wish This I Have Granted She Wants The Children I Make My Way To Their Room She Shall Have Them Too |
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