In Our Box

I want to be buried with you. I don’t want to wait until we die.                                                                    In our small box, we can lie on top of each other so close that your ribs press into mine every time you take a breath – every time you move against me.     Our eyes will never adjust to the

Gaslighter

  “Before the feeble dawn of gaslight and tea…” ~ Patrick Hamilton   Gaslight – (verb) : is a form of psychological abuse in which the victim is manipulated to doubt their own memory, perception, and sanity. (Wikipedia)   Poem By Jaye Tomas I told you I was sorry, I promised to be better, but the

Strands

  Strands of sanity unraveling to reveal the monster within. Poem By Poet Rummager

Creepy

  Poem By Unknown User 666     I can still feel you Squirming like a fat maggot Somewhere in my brain. By Unknown User 666 !!** Click Here & Follow Unknown User 666 **!! Unknown User 666 2016©  

Nightlight

Poem By Doug Branson   an oasis of sorts a refuge in the distance beings who stalk to be kept at bay for the moment whether they slither or prowl             *The poem was written using the gogyohka form…a new form of poetry which has been developed in Japan by a poet called

Supplication

Poem By Phoenix Risen  Oh, dark spirit, old and wise – hearken unto me this night. Give me thine ear, if only for a moment – that thou might relieve me of my plight. Look thou upon me in mine hour of despair, for a woman hath beset me. Another dark spirit like unto thee. She

Decay

He leaps down the halls. The decay inside his brain reflects on the walls.           !!** Click Here & Subscribe to Paula Graham’s Blog **!!   Paula Graham 2016© Poem By Poet Rummager

The Maze

Poem By J.T. O’Sullivan Tepid tapered streams seamlessly Flow through rigid rivers in each Creaking crevice of his mangled Maze-like mind. Each turning twisting twirling whirling Step and stone through flesh and bone Beyond the walls a man; Alone.

Grave Digging

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

Phobetor

  The light grows dim. Night enfolds me in a heavy blanket. Kiss on my forehead. Whispers of sweet dreams – snuffing out candle light.   The peace doesn’t last long. Phobetor awakens me in the hush of the night.   His cold breath icy on my chest as he clutches my heart.   His fingernails tear into