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She is WomanWhen Man hears distant rumble,
As mountain heaves and thrusts.
His stark eyes make him humble,
And his pallor turns to crust.
But Woman stands defiant,
As vibrations pass her by.
She absorbs this earthly anger,
And the challenge from black sky.

When diverse crisis comes to visit,
It finds the Man most weak.
He will give forth postulations,
To hide his inner meek.
Woman bears the sting of childbirth,
And absorbs each punishing blow.
She will not pause or falter,
Nor betray her inner glow.

Man wears his pride like feathers,
As a cockerel struts the roost.
His self-praise seeking glory,
For his ego he must boost.
Man stamps

The stormA black storm boiled the raging sea,
Screeching wind tore wave tops free.
Hard rain swept in to join the fray,
Harsh weather would rule that fateful day.

The wooden ship from top to keel
Refused to heed the helmsman's wheel.
Aided now by two strong crew
Who fought to tame the tempest spew.

Ship's timbers creaked and groaned in fear
As though they sensed the end was near.
All hands clung white-faced to a rope
And prayed to God with little hope.

The captain stood firm on quarterdeck
Watching doomed ship turn into wreck.
A mighty wave of a thousand tons
Smashed down upon those mothers' sons.

"Hold hard now lads," the captain's ro

The Vampire SlayerHis cloak was long and black
and lined with crimson silk.
Stark white face competing
with teeth as white as milk.

He raised his arms and cried
for heavens fanfare loud.
Crack the earth with thunder,
lightning pierce the cloud.

The girl was thin and waif-like
sought shelter from the blast.
Into the castle wandered,
motivated by her past

Candles killed the darkness.
but made the shadows dance.
He took her hand and led her,
his daggered fang a lance.

He made her shoulder naked,
prepared for awful feast.
Her slender neck did beckon,
tempting the un-dead beast.

A hellish scream tore out

A lonely cryThe river swirls a graceful mood,
She sits with anxious gaze.
The flaxen hair floats with the wind,
Her thoughts a tangled maze.

A dragonfly beats dazzling colour,
Voracious, hunting prey.
She watches, blue eyes wondrous
As it dances through the day.

Soft breezes then caress her cheek
From willow as they spill,
To find a sad expression,
Set firm by another's will.

A butterfly rests upon her hand,
She drops her head to see
The delicacy of its beauty,
And envious that it's free.

Her tear-stained face looks to the sky,
A desperate, pleading stare.
Returned to her was emptiness,
No one to nurse her

Death of a poetIn a shop doorway huddled in rags
thin and wasted, dark hopeless eyes.
She writes her thoughts and emotions,
scrap paper records her scars.
An only child
unwanted, unloved, rejected,
abused, on the streets,
fourteen years old, washed in tears,
flowing her torment on scraps of paper.

They pass by
seeing just her rags, nothing else.
Tossed coins, cold scraps of food
urinating drunk.
They call her the waif, the mad poet.
Her only friend a streetlamp
yellow unblinking light
throwing ugly shadows behind brittle fingers
writing her life.

Small movement at her elbow
a kitten, bedraggled meets her eye
exchanging hopelessness,
nu

WhyShe stood alone beside their special oak.
A tree where they had once held hands,
To kiss beneath its leafy cloak.

Why does this tree now bend and weep?

Running a finger over their names,
Carved on a heart with earnest care,
Then kissed to seal love's claims.

Why does this heart no longer sing?

Then turned her look down to the lake.
Remembered a picnic amid the flowers,
And daisy chains they each did make.

Why did you make my flowers wilt?

T'was there that we sat and laughed aloud.
Exchanging looks that talked of love,
As sunset glowed through misty cloud.

Why did you turn the sunset so pale?

Her eyes were pools of glistened gr

Long live the loveA young girl waits, her boy to meet
Upon their hill, on rough hewn seat.

Nearby a tree, their names carved there
To show their love and mutual care.

Her troubled look becomes a frown,
A head that droops in looking down

Upon the grass where they did lay
so often on a Summer's day.

How sweet the name of love did sound
When shared between them, newly found.

Their days were filled with surging joy,
A pretty girl, a handsome boy.

The hill was their own special place,
Where she once kissed his smiling face.

He'd picked a flower upon that hill,
And offered it with earnest will.

Each day for weeks she had stood there,
As Winter strip

twisted goodbyesHow do you say goodbye
When you know that the time is here
There is little more to say
Words become as dust, shrivelled by fear

How do you receive goodbye
Even though you sensed its coming
Eyes no longer hold that special look
You knew the time for each was running

Softly sang a girl whose life became goodbye
Sparkle faded slowly from the small tear in her eye
Inaudible was the breath that became a long sigh
Earnest was the wish that life in her would die.

How do you accept goodbye
When you remember times gone by
All the things the past did pleasure
Boisterous things and spiritual leisure

Thoughts enough to persuade a girl t

The long goodbyeWill you ever know that feeling
when someone says goodbye
with a blow that leaves you reeling
and the days just will not fly.

Will you ever know that aching
from the heaviness inside
which hopeless thoughts are making
as you recall how much you cried.

Will you ever know that yearning
that things could be as they were
before life took sharp turning
causing dark suspicions to stir.

Will you ever know that sadness
about a friend or lover's decision
to abandon you forever
with clinical precision.

Have you ever known confusion
about signals coming through
that lead to wild delusion
ricocheting back to you.

Will you ever know th

Dreams of youShall I ever dream of you again
In my mists of sleep
Drifting in unconscious state
Where memories sadly weep?

My dreams of you were torn
With lingering moist goodbyes,
And unreal situations folded
With many night time sighs.

Will you ever be with me again
In my pastel dreams?
Where magic touched us both,
Or that's the way it seemed.

Will you visit my sleep once more
That I again may see,
The one place I can be sure
You'll linger close with me?

Join me in my sleep, my love,
Where none other can touch,
The silence of our union
That thing I loved so much.

I lay my head and think of you,
And then I go to sleep,
To see you fa

Night demonsSoak into your pillow,
release the night-time cry.
Darkness is a friend,
but a lonely place to die.

Self-recrimination
separating good from bad,
feed unremitting torment
at losing what you had.

Take your mind away,
ride hard the wild wind,
face the mental tempest
knowing you have sinned.

Sagging doubt depletes you,
self-respect an all time low,
staring at your past
and hating what you know.

Night torment is endless,
as bruising thoughts remain,
answers are elusive
and never ease the pain.

In the east the sun is rising
with a hope to end your strife,
and a plea that in its coming
you'll still hold on to life.

Your eyes

I will rememberI will remember my love
On a bench where we'd sat
In a park
In the sun
Our emotions first lit.

I will sing to my love
In a voice that is low
Coarse
perhaps tuneless
And painfully slow.

I will love my sweet love
For things that we had
The laughter
And tears
Until it went sad.

I will talk to my love
In my head where she lives
Stirring memories
Still sweet
Of the pleasure she gives.

I will miss my sweet love
All the things that we shared
Secrets
And fears
As our souls we bared.

I will weep for my love
In the still breath of night
When it's quiet
Shadows kind
And I'm too weak to fight.

I will still ache for my love

A fatal loveShe smiled as she remembered
Her first real love affair
The magic of their meeting
And fullness of their care.

The days were filled with happiness
Each meet a joyous thing
Their hearts and minds were welded
Completeness they did bring.

Then came the dreaded tragic news
Their love could no longer be
His time had come to travel
Three thousand miles of sea.

Her days were numb and lifeless
Her soul a constant ache
Life had no further meaning
She thought her heart would break.

Then one day a miracle!
The news she longed to hear
Her love was coming home again
And the hour was rushing near.

Arranged to meet where first had met
S

Strike me downPale evenings now they fade away
To Summer, a curtain call.
Then leaves upon the ground will lay
as Autumn bids them fall.

Nights close in, a watery moon
bears down a chilling threat.
Yet Autumn hues will kiss me soon
its annual promise kept.

Then goodbye Summer warmth, thank you
for bringing me light leisure.
On the grass it sparkles dew,
and brings yet further pleasure.

Winter's breath, it soon will send
upon my unwilling back,
A biting chill and I will bend,
as clouds the lightning cracks.

A blinding flash, a deadly blow.
A path to earth it's found.
This awful power it sears through me,
and kicks me to the ground.

And t

Commandments reloadedThou shalt not use thy cell phone to the annoyance of others, lest it be wrenched from thee and used to beat thy face in.

Thou shalt not use thy lawn mower at 8am on a Sunday morning, lest it be wrapped around thy neck.

Thou shalt not have carnal knowledge of thy mates boy/girlfriend, lest the bitch finds out and scratches thine eyeballs from thine sockets.

Thou shalt not help old people across the road if they don't want to go, lest they beat thee with their walking sticks..

Thou shalt not moon in public, for the sight of thine anus is an abomination.

Thou shalt not consume copious amounts of cookies and chocolate, lest thy bowels explo

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I am your nightmare

by ~creaking-door, Jun 16, 2010, 8:43:25 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Lay softly now and close your eyes,
slip into your pastel dream.
Soon it's time for us to meet,
when I shall change the theme.

For though I may not be the One,
that black nightmarish Devil.
I am instead the Devil's whore,
and in your fear I revel.

I'll take your pretty daytime thoughts,
the one's that banish dread.
And I will twist them cruelly,
like the screaming of the dead.

In the dreamy state of your quiet bed,
I'll watch you twist and turn.
Then I'll slip inside your mind,
you'll wish in Hell you'd burn!

Cold fire dance from my fingertips,
from my paralytic grip.
Inside you'll writhe in dark torment,
my hold will never slip.

It is getting light, must slip away,
see sweat on your white face.
I've worked my evil well this night,
tomorrow I'll up the pace.

I am no screaming banshee,
no chains are mine to rattle.
But you are weak and helpless,
and have no strength to battle.

So welcome to my nightmares,
I have you in deadly hold.
Kind sleep for you I will deny,
your skin goes deathly cold.

You are my toy, I play with you,
just one thing makes me cower.
I fear that you might realise,
you could kill me with your power.

My weakness is your strength,
but I am your nighttime lover.
Your torture is my pleasure,
don't make me seek another.

I take my leave; I wish that you
sleep well this stormy night.
But listen for my footstep,
I shall return at fade of light.

I am your nightmareby ~creaking-door

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2010-2013 ~creaking-door

Sleep well my darlings, I’ll be with you soon.

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~Silver-Skylark Aug 20, 2010

Ha! Insomnia shall be the sword I use to banish you!

Mildly creepy, in a stalker-ish sense. But as always, spectacularly entertaining. This one actually made me smile.

See?

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~creaking-door Aug 20, 2010

You smile at nightmares? I think a goulish visit is due!
Very many thank yous.

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~Silver-Skylark Aug 21, 2010

Great! I'd enjoy the company.

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~creaking-door Aug 22, 2010

Listen for the creaking door 2nite!!

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~Silver-Skylark Aug 23, 2010

Hmm. Nope, don't hear anything. You really will need to make more racket, if I am to hear you coming.

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~creaking-door Aug 23, 2010

*stuffs loadsa chains in a bag*

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~Silver-Skylark Aug 23, 2010

*stuffs small, yappy dog in bag* There we go.

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~creaking-door Aug 24, 2010

Ok, you win!

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`FuzzyHoser Jul 7, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

You're a total psychopath....in a lovable kinda way though, lol. This was a fun read.

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~creaking-door Jul 8, 2010

Dont be so rude, or I'll creak open your door tonight!!
Many thanks.

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