204 posts
  • lilybloom 1w

    This is not a poem.

    I warn you again,
    Leave this place called poem,
    And wander away to the real world.
    For this is not a poem.

    Its not a poem,
    Neither a prose with each full-stop,
    Nor a story with each comma,
    Not a sigh with each exclamation!

    Poems are paper thin hearts,
    They only give and take all that hurts,
    Happiness a coincidence in a poem,
    Most of the poems make us cry.

    This is not a poem,
    Even if you see the structure of lines,
    For what I said was about a poem,
    Not a poem.
    And you still read it,
    See, appearances are designed,
    In poems, innocent like a child,
    But like Krishna, you find,
    The whole universe into its mouth!

    Poems won't apply medicine to your wounds,
    It will rip them open again as memories,
    Like Holmsey of All The Way Turtles Down.
    And it would scratch with desires of love,
    And then blood drips into the paper as ink,
    And that's how a poem is made.

    ~ ©Sourishree Ghosh

  • sitstillinthecarplease 8w


    I want to imprison all the words that find me
    in contemplation and stark fear.

    Spectral fingers are held in mine but
    slip through my hand into the shade.
    I fascinate from afar
    as the ocean drags their fragile skin
    and erodes the sand hoisting their houses;
    all of those memories swallowed
    by an ancient sea.

    Ghosts huddle on ivied bridges
    poised in pearl-white robes.
    Brisk by face and trembling hands
    which brush through the stream invisibly;
    nothing to touch, no one to see.
    Pebbles stare back as ripples unfold
    into reflections of the weak and cold.

    I want them to retain their experience
    but death punctures like a chilling knife
    cast into the brow of the world.

  • kasminastro 9w


    #miraquill #story #spooky #poetry #english #adventure #pod #writersnetwork

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    The Castle on the Hill (Part II)

    Broke loose the chains on the gate
    As I dashed through the towering archway.
    Raced my way up the stairs,
    When my feet tore away
    At the ivy grown wild and untamed.
    There, I am at the threshold
    Where the rapper chiselled as a lion's head gleams eerily.
    I pull down the knocker
    But there is no answer
    I see through a gap, the hatch is unlocked
    With chime of a distant clock,
    I push open the massive hinged doors.
    Begin to walk down the long, lavish corridors.
    Nothing was as gaudy or gory
    as in the stories
    Only sights of impeccable grandeur
    After walking with my heartbeat for
    almost what seemed like an hour,
    I finally reached the opening to a
    sprawling floor
    Of a magnificent hall.

  • sitstillinthecarplease 10w


    Her home is between
    a dream and consciousness,
    old specter of dark quartz.
    Cradling her spells
    in skin-bound volumes,
    old weaver of animosity,
    the priestess of remorse.
    Oft gazes her eyes of jeweled fire
    upon black smoke o'er the spectral pyre.
    Watch her scribbling our forgotten fates.

  • joey_lee 29w


    They said they came to comfort me
    They said they came in peace.
    They said they came to show me the way
    In this, my hour of need.
    They spoke of wonders never seen
    As though they've viewed inside my dreams.
    They spoke of light and love and joy
    They told me to redeem.
    But I could see their wicked ways,
    Their rotting flesh from maggot graves.
    And I could see their evil eyes,
    Burning hot for my demise.
    And I could smell it in the air,
    that putrid scent, that rotten stench
    Of sulfur, sweat and certain death
    And underlying tones of a latrines trench.
    But they assured, it was nothing more,
    Than hatred trapped inside my heart.
    The evil that's caused my bitter health,
    And lost me all my unearned wealth.
    It was me who locked me in this hole,
    And let the anger rule my soul.
    And only now can I let go,
    Feel at peace, and regain control.
    But the ease I felt was quickly gone
    When I heard their whispers carry on.
    The master surely wants this one,
    The echoes bounce and carry on.
    The echoes bounce inside my head
    And fill my being full of dread
    I pull the covers, made of led
    To shield me from this demon's pledge.
    The demon's pledge? Inside my head?
    They just showed up and made their bread.
    If not for me, then you'd be dead,
    The demon said within my head.
    Free me from this vicious war
    I begged the demon through the door.
    With my body laying on the floor,
    He quotes the Raven, "never more".

  • wifey_suicide 30w

    Happy early Halloween everyone
    #halloween #horror #spooky #scary #nightmare #writing

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    Haunting Nightmare

    This nightmare is haunting
    Each person is chasing me around
    Myers and Jason
    Super frightening
    Jump scares got me screaming
    Trapped in a room with a time limit
    Dodging knifes and chainsaws
    This isn't my blood
    Where did my ring finger go

    Help me, I can't wake up
    Even if you shake me
    I think I just herd Freddy
    Please awake me
    Even if I hide they can hear me breathing
    What happened to just dreaming

    A doll just tried to hex me
    I don't want to kill anybody
    Who's this tiny man on a tricycle
    How is this all possible

  • thatrandagirl 33w

    Artifical Monsters

    A gloomy, dark, and brisk fall night
    Makes monsters start to come to life
    They aren't much like the stories claim
    They are you and I, and what's his name
    The cooler that the weather gets
    Makes monsters need to scratch their itch

  • wifey_suicide 34w

    Horror Story

    The chains start to shake, while the walls begin to shrink. I shake my legs loose. The chains refuse to let me be free. As I'm grabbing the chains with my hands, screaming with tears. Sweat drenching down my face. Finally the chains break open. I gain strength and balance into my feet, as I start to run down a long deep hallway. I am set free, but freedom is another price I need to pay.

    As I'm running down this hall, it has seems to not has ended or even shows signs of the next room. I hope for a door. Is it even worth running? Do I stop running? I keep running, full speed as if something was chasing me. As my feet hit the floor, the more I realize that not piece of cloth is on me. Hair in the wind. Air breathing onto my torso.

    I collapse.

    Lower right side of my rib cage is in flame. As I whine and whimper in pain. I feel so faint, as if something or someone has stabbed me.

    I should've stayed home today.

  • nothingleftsoiwrite 38w

    #fall #spooky #horror #idk #halloween #autumn #hell #death hehehahahhahwisieie I wish I put way more effort into this. does anyone else feel the need to make every single word group rhyme somehow?

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    ⚠️dark content in honor of spooky season⚠️

    dark, tall, grim and slender,
    we all call him the ender,
    parks, homes, dreams likewise,
    unsafe they so do remain
    whether it be rain or shine,
    or day or night or dawn or dusk,
    avoid he and those eyes you must,
    or in your heart his dagger will go,
    he'll laugh, snark as your blood flows,
    then downward to eternal hell he takes you,
    where your yells for help are indeed in vain,
    to no avail your wails mean nothing now,
    terrifically deep down, where only zero sound
    is aloud above ground, this is how
    the ender sneaks through your town,
    he takes the silence of his victims
    once they've died, and compiles it inside,
    while you sleep gets in your mind,
    turns your sweet dreams right into nightmares,
    kills you next then repeats his cycle

  • nevermoreending 39w




  • nevermoreending 39w


    Midnight creepers,
    zombie walkers,
    pedals floored!


  • nevermoreending 39w






    "We're... here."


  • wifey_suicide 50w

    The Monster

    The monsters were suppose to stay under the bed.
    I thought hiding underneath the blanket would keep them away, but instead they grabbed the blanket from me and cuddle up next to me.
    I can't see them physically, but I can feel the aura there.
    With sharp teeth and anorexic bodies.
    No fingernails, just pointy fingertips.
    Ugly, but they make me feel like something inside.
    Something that could be awaken inside.
    I smile just a little bit and sit up quick.
    Just darkness, while a few more monsters sit next to me.
    Wanting to touch all over me, I allow them.

    Feeding off my flesh and bones, as they begin to enter inside me.
    The warm fuzzy feeling, with a few butterflies in the stomach.
    Like welcoming new friends over for the first time.
    Please enjoy, my friends.
    Licking all the way up my spine, to being touched around the stomach, as one reaches for my heart.
    My heart drops, as one more monster climbs from underneath my bed and climbs right on top of me.
    This is it.
    The monster I've needed.

    As it climbed down my body, right down to my legs, touching every inch of my body, I thought to myself that this is what I need.
    Hiding underneath the blankets was nothing but anxiety.
    As the monster spreads my legs, the monster start to slowly go inside.
    I can feel the monster inside.
    Deep, warm, thick.
    The monster continues to go deeper inside me, as I can't do anything.
    I am paralyzed from the legs up. The only movement I have is the monster digging it's way to my brain.
    Their fingers reaching further up, as their legs kick my stomach, trying to reach higher.
    I couldn't help myself, but cry in laughter.
    The monster is hurting me, hurting so much that I enjoy it.
    Every little pain becomes a relief of sadness.
    Many would moan to this type of pain, but not me.
    The monster can have it's way with me, but it's my body. I have to......

    The monster plants itself in fetal position in my brain, and claws it's fingers in many places, causing me to lose balance and fall off the bed.
    I can't move, I can't speak.
    This body is no longer mine.

  • lilco444 51w

    Do you believe in ghosts?

  • ekansh_original 51w

    "Come out, she's gone." Six year old girl whispered when her mother goes away.
    Doll from her cupboard walks out.

  • missmarigolds 53w

    she shrugged her shoulders
    the noise was near
    she couldn’t put her finger on
    what she would hear
    tapping.. tapping.. tapping..
    is all a wall could mutter
    a shadow outside the window
    and all she could do
    was sit back and stutter


  • mrspectacular 53w


    Joshua hears his phone ring in his bedroom. He has just returned from work heavily spent and craving a warm meal and some premium rest. It has indeed been a long day at work for him. Chatting momentarily and laughing heartily, he enjoys the warm meal prepared by his beautiful wife, Diane but the beautiful moment is interrupted by his phone ringing in the room, he quickly sends William, his son to go fetch it for him. It's a call from his bosom friend, Terrence but William has not brought it in good time hence he has missed the call but he however is unbothered as he decides he would give Terrence a call after the meal but as soon as he drops the phone on the table to continue his meal, a text message comes in interrupted his spoon's journey to his mouth.

    Picking it up somewhat reluctantly, he realizes it is from his friend, Terrence again. Imagine it is urgent, having missed two called from him, Joshua opens the message but is completely bewildered by its content which reads,
    'Don't go into the bathroom, she's waiting'
    Lost, Joshua wonders who Terrence speaks of seeing that his wife is seated right before him,
    'Who?', Joshua replies the text.
    'The Witch Of Clamswick'
    Joshua screams 'Jesus' out loud surprised and terrified at what Terrence has just texted causing Diane to be startled.
    'Is everything okay, sweetheart?', she asks surprised at the sudden change in Joshua's countenance.
    'Please stay here with the kids', he cautions. 'Do not move an inch please.'
    He advances further towards the room and for the bathroom to confirm Terrence's speculation. Getting closer, he can hear some sounds coming from the bathroom. Picking up his bottle of anointing oil, he draws closer to the bathroom while muttering some tongues under his breath in hope that it would probably scare the witch away and he would not have to use the oil but the witch would not budge as she continues her noise. Realizing it is war, he picks up his pace and like a S.W.A.T officer, badges into the bathroom to meet the intruding being.
    It is an underworld being who claims she has arrived to finish him off as required by the queen who had stated his life was tendered as collateral by a friend of his who had previously come to them for riches and it is now so ripe a time for the debt to be paid.
    'Your friend Terrence has tendered your blood as a covenant sacrifice for the wealth we have given him', the Witch Of Clamswick states.
    'Well...I'm not aware of such an agreement. The only agreement I am aware of is that of Jesus Christ whose blood was shed on the cross for me and as far as I can remember he never demanded that any other blood be shed after his so guess what? I would give you to the count of three to get your ugly, despicable self out of my house lest I am forced to release the entire Heaven's armoury on you this very minute'
    'You would have to watch your tongue young man lest you lose it alongside your precious. If you would have asked politely maybe I would have had mercy on you and left you in peace but your loftiness is your downfall today. Now you shall perish like an ant.'
    Irked by such derogatory remark about the power of the Almighty God, Joshua screams,
    'In the name of Jesus that is above every other name and above whom no other power sits, I command you to fall back to the abyss you came from, you uncircumcised demon'
    The house begins to quake as the demon and Joshua battle it out for almost eight minutes. The pride of the spirit behind the demon would not let her give in without a fight. The harder she fights, the weaker she gets and in the seventh minute, with a loud response to tonguing and prayers from Joshua, Heaven responds with a fire that obliterates completely the Witch of Clamswick before Joshua's very eyes. Falling to his knees, he begins to worship the Father Almighty for His unrelenting love that made him win the battle against the Witch of Clamswick. Exhausted and sweating profusely, he staggers towards the dining room to join the rest of the family to finish dinner before taking a cool shower and retiring to bed for the night.


  • chezeriel 64w

    The Crows

    One, two ........three.

    My feet came to a halt, I watched the two crows cavort with each other not minding what the world think about them. Someone's gonna die, sighing, I continued my walk.

    I saw crows three times today, in different places and time. I certainly know someone who believes that crows are the mirror of death. Darkness enveloped the surroundings when I arrived home. My mom bathing in sweat preparing for dinner while my siblings busied themselves with their homework, my father, he's nowhere to be found.

    I kissed my mom on her cheek and went directly to the most visited room in our tiny house. The door was slightly ajar, and from a far I can hear the labored breathing of my bed-ridden grandmother. "Grandma." I said, her heavy lids slowly open to see me. She tried to give me a smile but failed, her body's too exhausted to even cast a smile. I went closer and give her a kiss. I plopped at the edge of her bed and stared for her a little longer, I noticed all her hair turned gray. It wasn't long ago when she was strong and was capable of giving me a proper beating. I smiled bitterly, life is truly unpredictable. I give her a soft pat on her shoulder before walking to the window, the cold breeze was oddly comforting. I reached for the window's lock and from my peripheral vision I saw another crow.

    I returned to my place in my grandmother's bed. "Grandma, I saw crows today." Suddenly I felt her calloused hand gripping tightly on my arm "More than three times" I continued. Her labored breathing becomes uneven wheezing and her grip becomes even more stronger, after a few minutes her grip came loose.


  • moonwriter09 65w

    Miss Cindy

    Little Miss Cindy is trapped in a hauntedhouse
    With her applepie and a mouse
    She is coming down the stairs with a candle
    But the spirits there are too difficult to handle!


  • wifey_suicide 71w

    I toss and turn, so my dream doesn’t catch up to me in my sleep.