Hallowe'enic Poetry and Prose

[anirbas]

Witches Night Out

"Hehehehehe."
She cackles merrily
as she flicks ruby red
across her wrinkly lips.
Grins at her reflection
in a mirror by the bed.

"It's time to fly the silver strewn sky."
she says to her ebony cat.
"The October moon is sweeter than in June.
I can't wait to trip the light fantastic!
It's Halloween! I've got to fly!
But, I'll be home, by the by!"

And that is what she did
grabbed her ancient broom
and through the window flew
with a vroom, vroom, vroom.
The midnight sky
I'd love to paint with her.
Instead, I wait patiently
cleaning my ebony fur.

~Sabrina

[anirbas]

~Hallowe'en Feast

Boy, did this turn out to be the Halloween, I never will forget, or what? Mom is always telling me, "Judy,
it's okay, to accidentally make a mess. As long as you clean it up...."

She tells me the same thing, when I pull out my My Scene barbie dolls, and leave them laying around everywhere. Or my colorbooks and crayolas. 'Specially, the colored pencils. Cause when I leave those down, loose on the couch or in the floor, my dumb dog, Bonkers, chews them up. Mom says she thinks somebody pulled our leg; gave us a goat, instead of a dog.

Mom, just doesn't get it...I really try to remember to clean up, after myself. I mean to...but I'm only ten, and when my friend, Jacob is out on the porch banging on the door, I forget about the mess behind me, as I go running out the door to grab my bike.

Jacob is my bestest friend in the neighborhood; but not my bestest, bestest friend. He's just a stinky boy and there aren't any girls to play with my age on my street. But, he's pretty cool, as boys go. He keeps me from falling, when we are roller blading. And the other day, he chased Mrs. Keller's ugly muttdog with the pop eyes, away from me, when it ran at us barking. I could have done that myself, if I hadn't had my roller blades on! I can barely skate in them, much less run in them, like he can his.

My skates, are about three sizes to big, as they were my brother's. Speaking of my brother. He's a jerk. Mostly, cause he's a boy, too. He's got a big mouth, and he's always looking at himself, in the mirror; and trying to tell me what to do. But, I really didn't mean for it to happen...What happened to him, because of me and my messes, this Halloween...

I was doing my homework in the livingroom, listening to my Pink cd, drinking Red Fury soda from the can with a straw like I like to do.

Knock. Knock. Knock. I ran to the window, and wouldn't you know it, there's Jacob, bored to death, cause he's home schooled, and he never has homework. I don't think that's fair. My teachers give me lots of homework. Fifth grade is hard. I thought fourth grade was bad...Oh, well. Jacob's here, and I only have two more problems, to do...

I opened the door and told him to wait just a minute,
hollered to mom, I was going outside to ride my bike, on my homework break. First, I ran back to get my soda off the coffeetable. And wouldn't you know it? Clumsy Bonkers slapped it off the table, with his tail! The can flew across the room, bounced off of the couch, [Nana, my gram's, calls it a divan] and Red Fury, spilled everywhere, in the floor! Half of it fizzing and disappearing underneath the sofa.

I ran to get a towel to dry it up...I meant to clean it up better. I really did...But, I couldn't reach the stuff under the couch; and Jacob, was opening the door, and yelling at me to hurry up, let's go! And so, I just did.

Later, when I came in from riding my bike to finish my homework, little red ants, were everywhere! All over the towel, I'd left laying in the floor, before I ran out the door, and crawling up the sides of the couch!

I didn't know what to do. So, I sprayed Mom's hairspray all over them. Shook the towel out the back door and threw it in the laundry room. Then swept up the sticky little bodies of the ants, on the dustpan, and flung them out the backdoor, too. Then, I finished my homework, and forgot about it.

Mom made Mexican Chicken Casserole, for dinner, that night. It was really good. And I was tired, when I went to bed. I told everybody good night. Including my stinky, stuck on himself, older brother, who was sleeping on the couch, in the livingroom that night. He just came home, a couple of months ago. And that's the only place Mom, has for him to sleep, right now.

I tripped to bed, with Bonkers following me, nipping playfully at my heels, and feel fast asleep. I was tired, from riding bikes with Jacob, but it sure didn't stop me from having bad dreams and hearing odd sounds and things!

I kept waking up, thinking I could hear the weirdest noises...I was so scared, I couldn't even make myself, get out of my bed, and run to my Mommy's room! So, I just pulled the covers over my head, til the morning.

Those sounds were sure strange. Sounded like lots of little voices, going "Chomp. Chomp. Chew...Chomp. Chomp. Chew..."

But, when my alarm clock went off the next morning, I woke up, anyway. Still in one piece, as Mom says, inspite of my nightmares.

I got dressed, ran into the livingroom, to turn on the television, to watch cartoons, while I brushed my hair...And that's when I started screaming at the top of my lungs!

There was nothing left of my big brother, on the couch, but a chalk white skeleton and tatters of his clothes! Just the teensiest bit of meat, left on his toes. At which a horde of red ants were working industriously, to finish off, whispering...Chomp. Chomp. Chew...Chomp...Chomp...Chew...

While a trail of the little red murderers, descended down the side of the couch, and disappeared beneathe it. Drawn to this Halloween feast of my poor, conceited, sleeping brother, by the puddle of Red Fury, I'd left there, in my haste to get out the door, the day before...

[anirbas]

~It's Good to Be a Troll

It's good to be a troll,
this time of year.
Standing on a knoll,
downing near beer.

I don't have to buy a costume,
just to cause a scare.
In fact, I don't get
any satisfaction,
frightening anyone,
this time of year;
as every other kid on the block,
looks just like me...

It's good to be a troll,
this time of year.
Standing on a knoll
downing near beer.

~Sabrina.

[anirbas]

~It Wasn't a Cat...


It was a dark, moonless night. The kind one needs a flashlight
to see to get around in.

In the back corner of a yard a family had assembled.
Father, son and a neighbor putting the finishing touches, on an outbuilding, they were working on.

The creek bed behind them was filled with shadows, inspite of the moonlessness of the evening, due to the construction lights set about the outbuilding, for the three men to see by, allowing them to continue working; even though the sun, had long set and gone.

The wind blew briskly, causing the crowns of elm and willow to toss belligerently, throwing shadows to and fro; to and fro; to and fro.

The family dog, ran back and forth, back and forth, along the back fence, barking ceaselessly, at his own shadow
and that of the trees.

"Shut-up, Bonkers. It's just your own shadow you're barking at", the son shouted at the dog, from time to time. The Bonkers in question, would look at him then back into the creek. A low growl issuing from his lips, the hackles raised upon his white and freckled back.

He would run to the woman and girl, picking up scrap wood and piling it up, from the outbuilding project. Bonkers, would look at the woman, then towards the creek and seeing his own shadow and that of the wind whipped trees, off into another barking tangent, he would go.

"Maybe, he's barking at a cat, only he can see," the woman told her daughter.

The son laughed raucously at this, and stated with a laugh, "No, Mom. You're dog is just stupid. Shut up, Bonkers!"

His mother, looked into the dark creekbed, and for a split second, could have sworn she saw something...
Not really anything, just a darker, deeper blackness, than the rest of the shadows, moving there. She shook her head and when she looked back, the darker, deeper blackness, appeared to be gone...

Bonkers, continued to run up and down the fence line, bark, bark, barking at the top of his sothic lungs. Running nervously to and fro, from the fence to the woman, and looking into the creek. As though trying to tell her something...As though his barking was the equal of a human, saying " 'Ware, 'Ware, something wicked this way coming is down in there, in the darkness."

She patted his head affectionately and told him to settle down, before she had to put him to bed, as he was getting on the working men's nerves, making all that racket.

To no avail, as Bonkers simply ran back to the fence, running to and fro, to and fro, sounding off, like a hound that had caught the scent of a bobcat.

The father, never a man, to be known for his patience, shouted at her, "God damnit, woman! Put that f*cking dog of yours, up!" Right in front of his ten year old daughter, he spoke in this
work agitated manner.

The woman called her dog to her. Then led him into the house, and shut the door.

This action, didn't shut the dog up. He simply jumped onto the back of the couch, and continued to stare into the shadow tossed creekbed, and bark incessantly. At least inside, his loud barks and growls, were muffled.

The woman returned to her daughter's side, to continue picking up wood scraps, and throwing them into a pile.

And with their backs turned, the woman, the girl, and the three men, nailing siding to the outbuilding, they never saw what ate them...But Bonkers did...

As a humongous,ameobically shaped, dark shadow; darker, deeper in blackness than the shadows surrounding it; rose up from the creekbed, with a great WHOOSH of sound; swallowing all five of the people, into it's inky depths. With a loud burp, it receded back into the creekbed, from whence it had come.

Bonkers lost control of his bladder at the sight and urinated on the back of the couch, as his mistress and her family, disappeared.

No one ever knew what had happened to the family of four, and their helpful neighbor...Whose wife became alarmed, when he wasn't home by mid-night. She rang the family's telephone, off the wall. To no avail. No one heard it, except Bonkers, whimpering in his dog crate, piteously; where he'd been
since witnessing the demise of his mistress and all
those about her...

The neighbor wandered over, thinking possibly, no one heard the phone, if all were outside. Finding nothing but a scattering of air guns, rubber hoses and other tools, about the outbuilding.

And then, when she turned her back, on the shadow tossed creekbed, she disappeared, too...Into the darkness, that was something more...

~Sabrina.

[anirbas]

~Phantasmic Sense of Humor

It was the night before Halloween
and all through the open haunted house,
our guests had gathered,
to share in the coming festivities;
the monsters were snoring;
one scratching at a louse....

And I standing at the window,
in hopes of catching her Highness,
the Queen of Halloween
if the truth be told...
The wicked witch of the West,
taking her straw powered ride
across the star shot
and scattered indigo skies...
Eyes glued to the platinum plate
of the moon's brilliant countenance,
wishing to see the silhouette
of the greatest witch,
that ever rode a broomstick...

When what should assail
my ears but the horrific wail;
not of a wasabe, worse, a banshee...

"I've fallen and I can't get up!"
My translucent sister screamed
from the landing of the stairs...
I ran from my scenic reverie,
seemingly to offer my assistance to her...
Posthaste, I did. I swear...

But the Wolfman had beaten me there,
fair and square. He looked an awful lot,
like Lon Chaney...As he bent and offered
the resident slip disced banshee,
his overly hirsute paw...

Which caused me to guffaw...
As her delicate, long fingers,
slipped white, white, whitely;
right through his claws,
transmorgriphically...
And she lay in a giggling puddle,
of fogginess at the would be hero's
hairclad toes, there in the floor
of the landing, upon the crooked stairs.

I'm telling you, she chortled;
she giggled, she rolled...
"Gotcha...I gotcha..."
She spluttered
between spontaneous
chuckles and grins.

I just winked at the Wolfman,
our guest for the holiday;
shrugged the hunch,
riding high on my back,
and said, "She pulls
this prank every year,
come what may...And me,
I can't help but run...
For it is such fun...
To watch her newest victim,
in chivalrous fashion,
reach to help a phantasm...
And the look of horror,
even on a monster's face...
When she passes right through
their fingers, time after time..."

From the floor, my ghostly sister
spoke up, and said, "Next..."

~Sabrina

[glenn]

Ha! These are great fun, 'Nir.

I'll have to work on something to post here by Hallowe'en.

ow-ooooooooooooo!

[anirbas]

Thanks, Was. Glad you enjoyed them. Already in the mood for Hallowe'en, myself.
Every since I traipsed through a store with mini-me, and of course, here we have
the decorations and frou-frou out two months before any given holiday...LOL...

Look forward to any Glennic offerings you choose to share here!

Nir.

[anirbas]

*bump*

Happy Hallowe'en, dungeon mates!

Okay, whose going to be what this holiday?

Anybody playing dress-up? Even just to amuse the kiddoes,
if not oneself? Headed to the top of the tower, to wish
the non-immortal beings Hallowe'enic salutations, too...

We should all descend into the general section before Hallowe'en is over,
delightfully creative dungeon mates of mine...It's our time to rise to the top
of the tower, levitate, fly across and outshine the moon...Scare the bejeebers out of our "normal" tower mates or some such rot...LOL...That's what I'm going to do...

Afterall, it's our time of the year...When the dimensional doorways open...Or some
othernworld of the Celts business...Wirra! Wirra and Woeful Joy! Hallowe'en
is almost here! Oh, boy! Oh, girl! Snap your fingers and whirl to the top of the tower with me...

Like biscuit dough rising in the pan, it's time for this coven to rise, rise, rise...
To the top of the tower into infinity and beyond...

Can you say, I get a major kick out of Hallowe'en? It's my FAVORITE holiday of the season!

[Sam]

I was visiting some friends and we were sitting around on the floor smoking a little and drinkng an ice cold beer. Talk turned around in circles and before I knew it we were talking
about life after death and what my beliefs were. I was a little uncomfortable sharing my thoughts with these people at this point and decided to just play around with them for a while to see where their heads were really at. (I do that a lot, you know).

Anyway, I brought up the good old ouija board and I saw the look of horror on both of their faces and they quickly tried to change the subject. This, of course, intrigued me. I asked them what in the world they were so frightened of and this is the story they told me:

"We had always been a threesome best friend group. Our friend, Sarah, was killed in a freak auto accident last year. We miss her so........."

Tears were in both of their eyes and I couldn't help feeling guilty of ruining the night by pursuing my questions.

"One night about six months ago, " she continued, looking sadly down at the coffee table in front of her, turning her beer around slowly.........."we were here in this very room with another person we sometimes used to hang out with...what was her name...Sherry...I think. Anyway, we were talking about Sarah and missing her so much. This Sherry brought out her ouija board and told us we could try to communicate with her through that board. We tried several times, but nothing happened. Then she suggested a seance, if and only if we were open to it."

"We agreed to try it just beause we were longing to know if Sarah was alright, and I guess, curiosity."

"She darkened the room and we all sat in a circle. She was calling to Sarah and calling to her.....until I felt the hair on the back of my neck standing out..........."

"Suddenly, from the bedroom upstairs we all heard this heavy throbbbing noise. I can not even describe it to you now........but, I heard the footsteps above us walking towards the staircase and my heart was jumping out of my chest."

"On and on she chanted and called to Sarah and closer and closer the steps came to the staircase landing. Heavy steps, not the light steps of our friend."

"I heard the steps descending the steps heavily, one by one, and finally we turned our heads to look and what was on those steps was not human, was definitely not our friend Sarah.
I started to scream.

I screamed and screamed and grabbed Jan's arm and we ran out the door and out into the lighted street. By then all I could hear was this strange laughter almost like it was inside my own head. People were running toward us from everey direction, asking questions and demanding to know what was going on and if we were hurt." Neither of us could speak, only point towards the house.

"The police arrived, went in and searched the house. Nothing! No one named Sherry, nothing upstairs. Just two frantic young women holding on to each other in the middle of the street."

"Jan got out of the hospital last week, but she still hasn't spoken a word. "

I turned towards Jan and it was then I noticed the look in her eyes. The total dark, blank look......of the haunted, the damned.

The blood ran cold in my veins, and I stood up to gather my things and make a quick exit.

"Sit down and stay awhile, " Jan spoke with a strange smile on her face. "Maybe we can have a little seance, later."

I fainted.........

Sam

[anirbas]

ggglgggl...Thanks, SAmmy for gracing this thread with a Sammyanthian offering!

It's almost Hallowe'en, my fellow ghouls and goblins...

waa-ha-ha-ha...

[dawness]

it has always been a treat for me... this halloween thingy. trick??? i tricked them all by carrying the biggest witchbag which made me get more goodies than everyone else! naughty me.

[Sam]

I forgot to tell you guys that this was a true story.....most of it!!

Sam

[anirbas]

His nails are painted green and black...
Eyes lined with kohl left
over from the night before...

It's obvious, he's not a drag queen...
As tis the season for the younger set
to be performing in area haunted houses...
Besides, he's to interested in girls, to be gay...

To work they come, wearing chipped
and smeared vestiges of their costumes...

Fingers sporting odd colors at their tips...
Crown hair flattened from their masks...
And eyes, still lined with charcoal...

I ask him what monster he played...
"I play a scary clown," he replied.
Then added, "You're the first person
today, that's known why I've still
got this stuff on. The guys are looking
at me, like I'm...you know...gay."

I laughed and said,
"Then you're still managing
to elicit scares, even the next day."

To which I added some helpful hints
on how to get the monster off the skin
from around your eyes...
Tips only girls would know...
Baby oil to the rescue...
If it can remove waterproof mascara
and eyeliner, it can surely zap
away any monster...
Even a scary clown...

[Sam]

Left over scraps still on the table...
flies buzzing by the score....The scent of death
fills the room like melting iron on the floor.
"Shoo-fly-shoo...What you gonna do?
No place left now for you to run too.
They will be coming soon...
I hear the dogs off in the distance
and you....sitting there
with that axe in your dumb ass head.
Blood all over my floor!
Margaret! Margaret! Bring me that mop
and that bucket of mop water...
Throw that bleach in there.
This is going to hurt!!
Are you ready?
Bite down on this rag! Now!
Margaret, mop this up, quickly,
while I pack his head and
bandage him up "again".
Hurry child!"
He'll wake up afterwhile,
the ass hole, don't you fret.
Take this black pepper
and this cayenne outside
right now and sprinkle it
all the way around this house
as far out as you can go
before you see them dogs
then you come a running.
We'll have us a good laugh
this morning. It's all right child!
You can trust your Mammie.
Now, go now!!
We have to work quickly."

The old lady worked quickly,
completing her task at hand.
She opened the root cellar door,
and with Margaret's help,
quickly lowered Adam's,
dazed body down the stairs
and placed him gently on the floor.

"Hurry, child. Time is a wasting."

They quickly reclimbed the stairs,
placed the old beaten rug back in place,
checked each other for any sign of blood
and then quickly started their normal
morning ritual of cleaning the old worn
down shack......

The smell was already beginning to leave
the room, but the smell of bleach was strong,
so Mammie opened the windows and the
front door, just as the dogs and the hunters
came into view.

"Stay inside, Margaret, unless I call for you.
You can peep through the curtains......Watch the
dogs, closely. This is going to be a hoot."

Mammie went outside and sat down in her favorite
old rocking chair and waited for the hounds arrival.

Just as expected, they reached the point right at the
dirt road, leading to the front of her house when suddenly,
they started sniffling, and crying, and sneezing....

"What's going on out here?" Mammie asked in an annoyed
tone of voice...."What's wrong with those animals? Don't bring them to this house with their obvious sickness."

"Why, I don't know," the sheriff said, scratching his bald head
and wiping the sweat from his face with an old withered hankerchef he pulled from his tattered pocket.

By now, the dogs were pulling back, eager to escape the hot
peppers enveloping their lungs and their noses, setting their mouths on fire and making their eyes water, profusely.

"You have been running them poor old dogs to death. Take them down the road there to the pond and let them cool off, before you kill them," Mammie said rather rudely.

"Have you seen anybody around these parts?"

"Do I look like I have seen anybody around here? Do you see me shaking in fear? Now go tend to your animals."

Mammie sat out there rocking away until the sheriff's posse was well out of sight, then she slowly eased herself up and went back inside the door.

"Margaret, did you see those dogs? She laughed, but Margaret did not answer her.....

It was then she noticed the old rug pulled away from the cellar stairs...

She approached the stairs and slowly opened the door leading down to the old root cellar.....pitch black darkness awaited her.

For the first time, she felt her heart quicken and the hairs stand up on her arms and legs............again she called to Margaret, but no answer came to her.....

Now! She wondered what to do!! Was Margaret down there and if so, why did she not answer her?

Just then, from the darkness, reached out a bloodied hand. Mammie was so startled, she stepped back fast hitting her head on the light fixture and tripping on the chair leg of the divan, falling to the floor.

She kept watching that hand as it seemed to be struggling to grab hold of something outside the darkness....

Finally, regaining her senses, she realized it had to be Margaret trying to get out of the cellar. She quickly rose to her feet and holding her head with one hand approached the root cellar's opened door.

As she started to bend over to reach for Margaret's hand, she noticed the size of the hand, but just as she started to pull her hand back, the hand reached out with such speed she was unable to get out of its reach. Down she went into the darkness,
screaming Margaret's name.

The sheriff heard her scream and turned back toward the old cottage. As he approached it, the dogs started to act up again, so he turned them loose and watched in amazement as they all backed up and shook their heads, almost in unison.....

As he approached the front door, the dogs started barking, furiously. He stopped for a moment, but seeing nothing entered the house.

He said, "Hello. Anyone hurt in here?" No answer came back to him.

He saw the root cellar door open and the rug pulled back, and for just a moment he hesitated and thought of calling for backup.
Outside the dogs were still barking and crying.

Something was wrong here, very wrong. The air was thick with tension and the flies were buzzing so loud around his head, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach.

He backed out of the house, and walked around the back where the dogs seemed to have relocated too, and there laying on the ground was a huge blood covered bandage....

He quickly pulled his gun, got on his phone and ordered back up to get there immediately.

He then noticed a huge trail of blood leading into the trees and noticed the dogs were waiting there, barking, but not entering into the quickly darkening forest.

The sheriff turned to head back to his car. Deciding to wait for his back up before making any further plans. He never saw anything, only heard a quick swishing sound before he felt the sharp pain in the back of his head. As he fell to the ground, the blood was already blinding him, pumping quickly out of his body.

Margaret stepped out of the darkness of the woods. "Busy-body. Teach you to mind your own business."

Margaret entered the back door just as the sirens came into earshot. She calmly walked to the root cellar, turned, and walked down the stairs...."Mammie? Mammie? Where are you?"

No answer....Margaret smiled to herself......Adam had got away, momentarily, thanks to that sheriff, and Mammie, but she would find him, and bring him back home....soon as she got rid of all of the police.

"Help! Help me, please. I'm down here."






Sam

[anirbas]

*I LOVE THIS, MAMMIE!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't wait for more to come...*

[Sam]

Your wish is my command!!

[DavidMc]

Tis' the Month of pumpkins, funny hats and broomsticks

[Sam]

What funny hats??

Sam

[DavidMc]

[anirbas]

oh, my stars...I am so roflmao...and so totally needed to...
is it any wonder, I think you are the funniest, bravest, kindest man I've ever known?
I am still laughing so hard I'm about to tinkle my pants...thank you, mi amour...tee amo...

[Sam]

Oh!!!!! THOSE funny hats!!!!

Love it!!

(You are too much).

Love,

Sam

[anirbas]

just a purple hat
with glittershot lace
dripping from the brim

a fitting chapeau for any broomjockey
but this one middle aged crazy wicchee
happened to think her hat looked cuter on him...

[brandnewmessiah]

A night of frights

Snakes and spiders crawling on the skin
As the night begins closing in
Screams and fear fill the air
What you thought you saw is no longer there
Shadows follow your every step
The cemetery is where they last slept
Rustling leaves under little feet
Startle you with a trick or treat
Ghosts and ghouls lurk outside
Frankenstein with his bride
The bats they change to human form
Searching for bodies whose blood still warm
Howling wolves to a full moon
This night will be over soon
And we close the coffin on the dawn
Knowing Halloween has come and gone

[anirbas]

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

LOVED THIS SPOOKY POEM!!!!!
Thanks for honoring this thread with an offering, Troy!

;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

[Sam]

The story is finished!

Sam

[anirbas]

hahahahaSammy...the joke is so on me...it is...to much stress...I'm losing it...can't see or write, obviously...LOL...have to run now but I will be back to read the second installment of the story, asap...hopefully by the end of the week if not sooner, Ivy and I will have our computer hooked up and be back on the net...as yes, we got our place and moved in on October 9th!!!!!!!!!! yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
slipping by while at my sister's house...i'm supposed to be looking up directions on mapquest...couldn't resist running by quickly to tap all of you on the shoulder and whisper...
TAG! YOU'RE ALL IT!!!!!!!!...in your ears...Sabrina

[Sam]

Did you read the ending to my ridiiculous story of murder and mayhem up above? ha

It was fun!!!! (Maybe I was born to be a crime writer!) ha

Sam

[Sam]

You Want Darkness?
You think you can handle
the pitch black darkness
coiled up inside the hatred
brewing from the depths
of this caved hole
in my chest?

I do so welcome you to try……

You see:

The words from you lips
never quite match
the look in your eyes….

And I, in all of my simplicity
am never quite surprised….

Never trust the smile!

Looking into total darkness
I see the true face
I now have come to recognize

Always feeling for the knives
in my back.

Eyes of black….

Cold, heartless feelings
Vibrate within, without….

No way possible
to cross those boundaries
locked forever into place…

The dark forgotten space
once upon a time
must have housed a heart….

Only bitterness remains….

Sharon Bivens
October 30, 2007


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[anirbas]

sam said:

Did you read the ending to my ridiiculous story of murder and mayhem up above? ha

It was fun!!!! (Maybe I was born to be a crime writer!) ha

Sam

Yes'm...Ah, say, Ah say, Ah jus' did...[spoken in my best Foghorn Leghorn voice] Totally agree, writing is always fun when one is spun round by a creative inspiration and the words just seem to fall from the mind, and drip from the pen onto paper...Last short story I wrote was Hunger Pains...Hmmmm...It's Hallowe'en...Might should blow the dust off of it and drag it from it's grave, somewhere around here....Your story wasn't ridiculous...It was atrociously scary, though...ggglgggl...And about high time I finished it...Sorry, Sammy...My mind is bogged down with stress at the moment...Didn't mean to forget to read it...Thanks for sharing and honoring this thread, by sharing it here, dear!

[Sam]

We had open mic night here last night. I was going to read the above poem I worked into one piece, but I chickened out. ha

Love,

Sam