Little brother was a bother
I was so glad when he went to camp
I called him, "Super-Soaker"
Every morning the bed was much more than damp
He was a hero waiting to be called
When the cabin caught fire that fateful night
The children screamed and balled
"Super-Soaker" stayed in bed and floated out alright
The rest were appalled and singed
Brother didn't have one burn
The Preacher was said to have cringed
"Urine" the hands of angels, we must learn!
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"
black and blue, All alone
No place to go, cold as stone.
things will creep, things will crawl
All alone in this midnight drawl.
Sreams will shatter silence,
In this tomb-like abode.
Crying tears of blood, eyes gone glassy,
these things never will become quite clear.
Moments and times like these
make you wince,
things like this
Are worse than a vampires blood-lust kiss
These things, short but sweet, are unforgetable
Deep and dark, memories burned into my mind.
As I look at all the things from the past I realized that this was one of my favorites....So I hope to get others interested!
A Cry In The Night
The wind laid still upon that hill
where death and destruction were abundant
where shreiks and yells like they came out of Hell
but then had stopped all of a sudden
Mist turned to fog around the stones and logs
as the air became quite heavy
grave markers knocked down and rested on the ground
but the only one standing was one marked ....Mary
No last name inscribed of the one who had died
just one word that said Mary
flowers never appeared and you'd think that was weird
for the land looked not so scary
Not until one night when the full moon was bright
that sent shadows far and wide
something from the grave moved as the earth gave way
to unleash an unholy cry
So terrible a shriek and its pitch so high yet deep
that the ground shook from where it was buried
the earth split apart on that night's eerie dark
at the place that was marked....Mary
First a hand first sprang up and then her shirt's cuff
then the rest of the boney arm
then the face and the neck then soon the rotted breast
of what use to be....Mary
Her lips had peeled and hardened over the years
and her teeth had fallen and rotted
no blood laid near for her veins had disaapeared
all of her fluids were dried up or clotted
With no eyes to see her expression just seemed
to be one of hate and denial
because before she was buried she had conceived
and had carried one little unborn child
She raised her fist and at the moon she hissed
with rage and all her fury
then the morning sun broke in putting an end
to the ravings of...Mary
So back to the grave she stayed for many a day
until the darkness was just right
then Mary will come before the night time is done
to give her cry in the night
Great one Rod. Man, I haven't read these in a few years.
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The cold winter air lets me know I'm still alive. I feel it as I breath in and see it as it leaves me. It's the point in-between I'm not sure about.....
Tyler was just ten
as he headed for the den.
He turned on the tv
to the movie about a vampire named Ben.
Tyler had his popcorn and candy
along with soda that tasted like brandy.
The movie was just beginning and
Tyler was feeling just dandy.
Tyler undressed down to his underwear
and sat in his dad's easy chair.
As the movie progressed,
Tyler wished his dad was there.
For two hours, Tyler watched in fear
as Ben drank blood and a girl's screamed "oh dear"
with all this blood and death, Tyler closed his eyes
and covered his ears.
"ENOUGH", Tyler said
and ran to his bed
and pulled the covers over his head.
Tyler's heart was pounding
as millions of ghosts and demons came abounding
"HAHA YOU'RE GONNA DO IT AGAIN"
the wind was sounding.
"No way
to do so is ..."Tyler began to say
As his mind slipped away
Soon, it was brand new day
and Tyler had a found a way
to wake up and be ok.
Tyler wanted to kick himself in the head
because he had really really wet the bed!
Sheets and mattress totally soaked
and then Tyler was filled with dread.
The doorbell rang
and he heard his mom' vioce sang
"sure Ryan and John, go up to Tyler's room"
Tyler knew his life was over..with a bang!
All Tyler could do was scream
"NOOOOOOOOOO! IS THIS A DREAM"
The ghosts and demons all smiled in delight
at poor Tyler's embarrassing plight!
"In a dusty corner of the room a light glows from the crack in the toybox lid:
Something quickens inside the wooden womb."
Bayou Cemetery
by E. M. Riddle
Between the folds
of dusk and dawn
there waits in empathy,
a bayou draped
in clinging moss;
unwanted destiny.
Beside the moon
there floats above
the bayou garden grave,
a trembling wisp
of wing and claw;
devoted nighttime slave.
Shivering
by E. M. Riddle
There's something in the crying of hounds
Before the dawn's gray plight
That speaks to me of darker deeds
Done before first yawn of light.
It gives me pause and quickened heart
To wake within confines
Of morning's bereavement,
the Last of bleak and frantic
Barks and whines.
I'll not stare out the window to
Assess accusing tones,
But press my hands against my ears;
No screams, no rattled bones.
Relief will come with sun sublime,
With warmth and burnished light.
But until then the hounds will howl,
And I shall hide from sight.
----Ella M. Riddle
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Come to the dark side. We've got cookies!
"Toyz," "Bayou Cemetery" and "Shivering"
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