Poem By AJ O’Brien
I awake within a black box
beneath sacred soil.
My heart hits a beat –
tiny tunnels fill with blood,
beginning to flow and boil.
I claw my way out
and happily arise
within a graveyard dark,
surrounded by the dead
and forgotten goodbyes.
I hunger for your pain
as I look upon my empty grave.
Wish me well, lover
for its you, sweetheart
my teeth do crave.
I dance toward your screams
beneath a fractured moon.
Lock your doors and windows,
my evil angel,
for I shall be there soon.
Poem By AJ O’Brien
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Beware of the fractured Moon phase!
The illustration embodies the spirit of the poem, and makes me wonder who was in the black box.
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Thanks for your help and suggestions! Alan’s the only one who can put your wondering to rest (in peace). Lol!
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…But resting in peace is no fun!
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You never know until you try it! I’ve been resting in peace for many years now, and it ain’t too bad. The chicks dig me (literally; they dig me up from the ground, and we have some filthy fun!) 😀
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Aha! That’s why you keep that big shovel next to your grave!
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Haha!! Told ya! Chicks dig me — what more can I say?
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I’m not telling.
He said he would eat my heart
if I told. 😞
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Yeah, but he’s gotta find your heart first, right?
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Good point. LOL 😀
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“Happily arise within a graveyard dark, surrounded by the dead and forgotten goodbyes.” Love that line. Thanks for posting.
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That is a great line! Thanks for visiting and reading.
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Great poem. Thanks for sharing ths. And I am locking everything.
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My pleasure — Alan’s poems are always fun to share. Yeah, lock everything — especially your gorgeous wife!!
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Thank you
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Thanks! I will be happy to check your site out.
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This classic poem gives me such a rush! I can imagine a shrunken heart filling up with blood so the lovers can be reunited. Something tells me, though, that the meeting won’t be very romantic 😀
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I love the layout and the wonderful
Illustrations. 💀
Thank you Matt and Rose. 😎
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It’s such a trick or treat to work with you, Alan😃 You’re writings are thrilling and always exceptional. Fun times. ❤️🌹
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No problem! Feel free to submit more stories, poems, artwork, or anything else that makes our spinal column quake.
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Thanks Rose.
You’re very kind.
I even gave myself a “Like”.
But I don’t think anyone noticed. 😃
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I hope they have a dentist down there in the graveyard?
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No need for a dentist — worms don’t cause cavities.
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Oh! The souls are eager to meet, again, even from under the grave! And, they will do that, slowly creeping while the moon is spreading faint silvery hue, making everything mysterious… I loved the poem… 🙂
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Your words brighten my night! Thank you Lady Mani.
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Welcome 😀
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I wouldn’t want to be in Evil Angel’s shoes…I have a feeling he hasn’t clawed his way out of the grave for a romantic evening of dinner, dancing, and whatever. 🙂 Me thinks a little blood might flow.
I love Alan’s work; he’s the king of poetic darkness.
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