my gothic short story

Alone on a craggy cliff stood the forbidden ways of Green Bank Manor. The air was hot, and it’s still dark and damp from the morning rain. People around here should be used to this humid, drowsy valley, since it’s been like this for the past six months. The very short and depressing past six months.
Lovely eighteen-year-old Vanessa Fairchild, alone in the world, arrived at Green Bank Manor. She’s been waiting on Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter for almost three hours now. Finally, he arrived, with a bag of something in his hands.
“Did you do it? You was supposed to be here and done over three hours ago!” exclaimed Vanessa”
“Yes, yes the deed is done. It took me so long because I had to cover my tracks, and also hide all the evidence. Remember this is only my first time.”
"As is mine too. Well I’m sorry. I get so nervous when I have to wait on you. At least now we won’t have any detraction so that we can finally be happy together.”
Well, that’s how she thought it would be. Actually, it did go like that in the beginning, but then people started talking. And Vanessa heard them.
Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter often departed in the middle of the night. More and more Vanessa started to notice, and the more she noticed the more paranoid she became. She started to have thoughts like ’maybe he’s having an affair’ or ‘maybe someone found out the plan.’ she leaned more toward the affair thoughts.
“Oh, if I ever find out that he is with another woman, that will be his last day.” she told herself that often. She knew that she had to do something about it and the sooner the better.
One night the grave digger in the church yard in the village near Green Bank Manor dug up an object which he gave to Vanessa. Along with that object, he gave her some specific directions.
“Make sure you do this on Friday the 13th of November or it won’t work out as planed.”
She had to prepare fast; she only had three weeks to get everything in place. She reread the directions over and over and over again, just to make sure that she wasn’t forgetting anything. She seemed to be so far gone that she didn’t even have 2nd thoughts. Her heart was getting the best of her.
Finally, November 13th arrived. The plan is going good so far, she got him to stay home and she cooked him a big dinner. She was to act as if everything was perfectly fine; it seemed to be working.
“Why don’t I go pour us some wine?” she asked right on cue.
She brought the two glasses of already poured wine, making sure she remembered which one was his. After he gulped the whole glass of wine down, she smirked at him. Thinking to herself, “I got you now, Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter.” He started to open his mouth to say something, but his head bounced off the table before he could utter a single word.
The next step wasn’t as easy. She ran down to the building in the side yard and grabbed the three gallons of gas and headed back to the manor. She got done with emptying the gas all inside the manor, but then she just stood there for a second, let the match, and watched it hit the ground. Whoosh! The huge manor went up in flames.
She stood there, admiring her precious work of art; then she dialed 911.
“Please help! My house caught on fire… Yes; I think my husband was still in there. Oh god, just please hurry!”

THE DREAM

Alone on a craggy cliff stood the forbidden walls of Green Bank Manor. This place used to be filled with an abundance of gardens and lively souls. It was a popular resort for newlyweds. One afternoon it changed forever; a wife had walked in on her husband fooling around with the wife of the master of Green Bank. The wife was furious, she slaughtered them both. Knowing she now had nothing left she hung herself. No one has visited the Manor in over twenty years.
Lovely eighteen-year-old Vanessa Fairchild, alone in the world, arrived at Green Bank Manor. The rain hadn’t stopped all day. She got off of the boat and made her way up the cement stairs that lead to the manor. The walk took forever; she arrived at the manor and dropped all her things at the door. She banged the door knocker over and over until someone finally came to the door. Finally the master opened the door. He asked why she had come to the Manor; she told him how she had lost her family in a tragic car accident and had no where else to go, and how someone explained she could find a sanctuary here. He ushered in the sopping wet child. They sat and talked about where she was from and he told her about the house and what it used to be and why no one came around. He told her she was free to stay as long as she pleased. Months and months went by, the Master and Vanessa became very close.
Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter, master of Green Bank Manor, often departed in the middle of the night. At first the girl didn’t bother asking why. She became curious after a while so she decided to follow them one night. The night was November 13th; it was cold, dark, and storming. She followed the men into the village; they were headed for the graveyard. They arrived at their destination and stood there not speaking to one another at all. After about an hour they left to return home. Vanessa hid while they walked past, then once they were out of sight; she went to see what tombstone they had been visiting. It was the Master’s wife’s tombstone. The next morning Vanessa decided to ask the Master why he went out. He was honest and told her everything.
“I know my wife wasn’t the honest woman in the world but I miss her…that’s not the reason I have been visiting her though. See Vanessa my wife didn’t just sleep with that one boy, I always knew there were more but didn’t believe it was so serious. The other week I got a call, apparently one of the men she had been having an affair with came to her funeral. He had placed a priceless necklace in her casket. The man needs it back because he is in massive debt so I told him I would get it for him. It has just been so very hard for me to go. I’m so very sorry for worrying you Vanessa.” The Master said.
“I understand well since it is so hard for you I will do it; ill talk to the grave digger tonight and arrange everything.” Vanessa said.
The Master pleaded, “No you can’t what if something goes wrong, I’m sure that graveyard is filled with curses and all sorts of horrible things, I don’t want to put you at risk darling.”
Vanessa hesitantly agreed. “Ok fine I won’t.”
Vanessa went down to the grave yard to speak with the gravedigger, she knew The Master needed the jewels and she wasn’t scared of any curses so they made the plans anyways.
The next night the grave digger in the church yard in the village near Green Bank Manor brought back the priceless necklace to Vanessa. She was so excited. she went straight up to the Masters room to tell him the good news. She rushed in, but found no one. Then thunder broke the silence, rain began to poor in an open window. She rushed over to shut it. She looked out and saw the master running to the grave yard. Vanessa rushed out of the house to see what was wrong.
Vanessa finally arrived at the tombstone, but no one was there, the master had simply vanished. She headed back to the Manor to see if maybe he had already returned. She arrived at the Manor to find the doors were locked. She banged and yelled but no answer. She sat down on the porch and waited, she dozes off. A bright light wakes Vanessa, it’s her mother who had opened some curtains she woke up and looked around. It was all a dream, the Manor, the grave digger, and everything!
Finally, November 13th arrived it was Vanessa’s 18th birthday. By now the dream was long forgotten. All of her relatives came to see her, she was so happy. She sat around and caught up with everyone then went to open presents, it didn’t take long since they were mostly cards filled with money, which was perfectly fine with Vanessa.
Suddenly just as she finished reciting the last card, her Uncle Tom came in with a small box. He said this gift was very special; it had been passed down from generation to generation. She opened the box and saw a beautiful necklace; it didn’t take her long at all to realize it was the necklace from her dream.

NATURE
By Katelyn Dyson

The gardener sits pondering,
Wondering why his machine won’t work
He tugs and tugs
Nothing he does can get it to budge
His wife fetches a screwdriver and a ratchet
Twisting and turning, still nothing
The gardener sits pondering
Up strikes an argument,
It concerns visiting a loved one
He complains he’s busy
His wife says stay,
Stay; work even though it could be her last day.
The gardener sits pondering
He begins to speak
When interrupted by a loud screech and squeal
The gardener is relived and continues to work.

Fears
By Katelyn Dyson
(From the poem "When I Have Fears" by John Keats)

When I have fears that you may never love me
Before the day I become numb
Before I no longer continue to breathe
I want and need that chance to come
When I behold, upon the couple walking by feeling great
Seeing how oblivious they are to what’s going on
And think that nothing will cause them to separate
Oh I can only wish that love to be own.
And when I feel down I search for you
I look for that beautiful smile and know I
Never again will need to find someone new
Because, I have found mine,
You complete me and make me love,
Without you I shall end life and leave for the world above.

US
By Katelyn Dyson

I'm sitting in class trying to think of somethingThinking about anything just to keep me from thinking of us
I try to ignore the pain that's caused by our loveThe pain of us being apartI wish I knew what to do with you
I can't explain why I can't let go of youHopefully we will figure out somethingMy heart can't take staying apart
I want to be with you, alone, just us
All alone, loving the moment, loving being together
I can't believe I have found you love
This must be true love
I'm so glad that I have you
I hope we last forever, forever togetherI just thought of us
And what it would be like if we were apart
How hard life would be apart
I couldn't live without our loveI couldn't survive without staying an "us"
I couldn't continue without youWe have to come up with somethingSo that we can stay together
It's great were together
It's great were no longer falling apart
I don't know why it is, but something
Makes me yurn for our love
Wait, what if I can't always be with you
What if it doesn't work with us?
I wonder what's next with us.
Will we really stay together?
Will my heart always belong to you?
Will we eventually fall apart?
What's going to happen to our love?
Could something possibly seperate us?
I hope to stay with you though, to keep us safe
I'll think of something to keep us together always
Nothing will tear us apart, our live shall stay strong.

WAKING UP WITH YOU
By Katelyn Dyson
(from the poem "when I have fears" by John Keats )

Your hands rush open the curtainsYour finger tips strain to them upThe sudden spark of sunlight blinds me'neath the covers I hide my tired faceI roll around ad far as the wall will allowI turn back, your golden from the sunlight that surrounds youWe begin getting ready; you put on your favorite shirtYou turn to excite me with a kiss, it's warm and tastes sweetWe walk out the door and down the deep set of stairsLike bats out of hell we race to the car,We both smash into the sideThe moment is like no other it's endless, like our love.I clasp your hand to my heart and tell you it's yours.

the loom (Day 11 - an object)

Warped some years ago
The loom sits,
Waiting patiently
For the weaver to return,
Beckoning me from
My place of unreality,
Inviting me to enter back
Into the realm of my dreams.

Day 10 - Good Friday

Good Friday



“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”

The tears fell
Intermingled with the rain
The girl on her knees
Pain pouring
From her eyes
The thunder crashed
Lightning ripped across the sky
As the veil was torn
And the way became clear.

“Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble…”

When i have fears

When I have fears that wish to bring me down
Before I can get the nerves to tell thee
A’fore the great multitude of people shown
Quietly I speak thy name and wake from dream

When I behold myself in the dizzy light
Shaking with the fear, I come walking to you
And think that I can no longer stand upright
Knees knocking, hagg’red breath drawn in I speak my piece

The Bee poem

I was out here writing POETRY
When I was struck by a BEE
It happened while I was sitting under a TREE
Oh crap! Another BEE
I was just a sitting to see what I could SEE
Ouch! Another Bee
I tried to think to of a word with a daring D
Dang nab it! Another BEE
No clouds I the sky as far as the eye could SEE
Crud! Another BEE
Now for a word with a with powerful P
Oh man! Another bee
Smash!!! I got that bee
Do you want to see

Euphonious Harmony

Whoosh!!!
In the prismatic display of glory.
Angelic wings Spread wide,
She entices….
Faith
In pleasing exhilaration.
That beauteous energy,
Whose sight is welcomed,
To the eye.

The United States

Rocky….
King of the Mountain

To Balls bluff Easter Island

Beware
Of the
Killer
Jellyfish

Incredibly well equipped

The Sausage Guy
ate leftovers on the run

Imagine maligned, devilish and silky smooth

What Happens in Vegas
stays.

typewriter

i walk in for the first
time since i left that day
dust still on the letters.
i've wanted so badly to
feel them beneath my fingers.
To type a paper, a sentence,
or just a word.
i try to remember why
i ran away in the first place,
why i left everything i loved behind;
my family.
my nice warm bed.
and my typewriter.

PAD1

It starts from birth,
The labels, stereotypes, and categories.
It starts from birth.

When born
You are given a name.

When you get to Elementary School,
You gain a nickname.

When you enter Jr. High,
You take your middle name as your first.

When you drag yourself into High School,
You get labeled like a can.

Prep
Goth
Emo
Jock

It goes on.
And on.

No way to stop it,
You are labled.
You are given a name,
A group.

It all starts at birth,
You can’t choose
What people call you.
You can’t choose
What people think of you.

It doesn’t end at death.
You can’t choose what name they put on the tombstone.
You can’t choose what THEY
Describe you as.

It all starts at birth,
It doesn’t even end at death.

hey look snow

Hey Look Snow

Small white flurries…….. SNOW!
They won’t last long you know,
Frigid on skin.
Enduring out there in my shirt,

I look up toward the skies,
And to my surprise
It comes and pelts me in the eyes
It stings at first,
But only a little.

I open my mouth to quench my thirst,
And then that flurry burst,
Just stopped……….
To be continued……but probably not

Two months later, on down the road.
Down I went, a splattered toad
I skimmed the ice
My common sense would not suffice,
I tried to adjust but to no avail.

There I fell,
I went down fast,
And busted my “face.”
My dog ran off, I just stayed.
Nursing my behind, who had seen more gracious days.

Lifting myself up cursing,
The small white flurries of snow.
Reminding myself,
They won’t last long you know.

finally

He’s dead,
Finally.
This place,
On he horse,
Finally.
The others did
Help me, but no one
Has to know that

I have this hatchet,
Yeah they have
More weapons,
More people
But I can reach
Right down and
Grab the dead guys
Guns and sword.

The horse is ready
To start running
On my signal,
After just a few
Swipes across their
Necks, and just a
Little jump on
To the horse.

And then I’ll be
Home free.
Finally.

Unless,
They catch can on to
My plan first.

Iron Angel

This iron-clad giant
Rusty and wrapped in filth
Tired of living this lie
So he spreads his wings, and
Lifts his hands in surrender
Iron Angel

Woman - Ekphrastic Poem

Woman -

Who is this woman?
Clad in silk and finery,
With an icy blue stare.

She is a thief’s flame.
Clad in stolen gold and lace.
In a hidden safe-house.

She is a duke’s child.
Clad in the fruits of his labor.
Without worry or want.

She is a schoolmarm.
Clad in a hand-me-down dress.
An altruistic soul.

She is a woman,
Clad in silk and finery,
With an icy blue stare.



Hayden Russell

Socrates's Demise

"This is an outrage, an
Abomination", cries the man.
"Refusing to recognize the Gods
Recognized by the state, and how
Dare they accuse me of corrupting the youth!
Slave, retrieve the hemlock poison,
The drink of death, my fate.
Yes, bring it here to me.
Those of you who gather here in mourning
Watch as I taint my body, mouth, throat
With this ungodly substance"

Community

The marketplace is fresh with life.
Food's aplenty, as well as smiles.
Children play, mothers gossip, fathers bargain.
So many stories to tell.
But yet, isn't there only really one.

The Tree

The tree flies with grace.
Leaves blow like a fresh new hope.
The moon smiles on it.

Victory

France is ours again.
The mass of bodies pile up.
Blood litters the ground.

Tyrants are now dead,
says the steaming, putrid air.
Our flag waves proudly.

I see a friend dead.
For freedom is never free.
But it's worth the price.

Dirty poems Day 7

People looked at her sideways
As if she were something a little queer
When she happily confessed her fondness for dirt,
Bewilderment registering in their eyes
That she, a molder of minds, was
Impassioned by the feel, the smell, the possibilities of soil.

It seemed to make the men uncomfortable
That she asked to go fishing with them
Or volunteered to help mend the asphalt
Or contribute to the masonry of the house.

They weren’t sure if they should humor her
Or just pretend like it never happened
And simply hope she went back to tasks
More appropriate for her sex
Than those of cultivating life, nourishing souls,
Mending the broken, and building a home.

ME

Down in Flordia
Only children themselves
they made a child
in the room where
the pool table sits

On the Outside Looking In

all the secrets now revealed
I see now
what could have been
on the outside
looking in

I see you with her
a child in your arms
a smile on your face

I should have never let you go
but i thought it was for the best

I see now
i was wrong
on the outside
looking in

The problem with you and me

The probelm with you and me is that your a liar.
you tell me that you love me.
who else do you use that charm on
Haley?
Brandy?
Hannah?
When I'm away from you
your unfaithful
I don't wanna be the girl
you run to when she cheating on you
So do me a favor
and don't come back
when you see these tears
fall

(April 2nd Prompt - outsider)

“You ain’t from ‘round cher, is ya?”

Because I can speak it but don’t
Because I got roots in the shore but grow in the hills
Because I’ve been around the world and will go again

No, I ain’t from ‘round cher,
But my heart calls this place home.

(Day 1 Prompt - Origins)

They celebrated that year
In a lone star state
Without kin, pines, or the smell of the sea

Landlady on rooftop
Armed with shotgun
Popping off armadillos,
Daddy launching arrows
At unsuspecting
Raiding omnivores.
Mama laughing at Pandy herding cattle
And wondering which alien soil
They would be led to next

The scent of skunk in the air,
The fire of jalapeños on the breath
The call of coyotes in the clear December night

And I was there,
A quiet secret,
Waiting patiently within.

Untitled

I will lift you
up on wings like eagles, angels.
I will carry you above
the turbulent, hateful, evil waters
the world has thrown
at you.
You are the puppet
and I am the master; you stumble
and fall, yet I will always scoop you back up, holding your hand.
I will remove this filth, dirt, tarnish, that
covers your body and mind and soul, so
that you can become clean and pure
White as snow.
Be still My child, and know that I am

Creator

I created the earth and the heavens.
I created the hundreds of billions of stars
That smile down upon you in the darkest of nights.
I created the mountains, valleys, rivers, fjords,
Oceans, plains, deltas, rainforests, and the deserts.
I imagined and brought forth every animal that walks this Earth.
I breathed life into you, and made you special and unique.
And guess what?
That came from a God who loves you.

nightmares

That look of pure… animosity
It flares in his extorting eyes
Incineration from his breath.
Wrapped in the paranoia
From the enmity of your host.
Apocalyptic enigmas
Deteriorate your mind
The Devil sends annihilation
The Basilisk, The Dragon
Constricting,
Crunching,
Wrapping,
Writhing,
Killing.

Stain-glass windows whirl

Dancing to the cheerful music

And without a care.

me me me me me me me me me

I don’t suppose
That the difference
Is all that
Astounding. Cynical, mean-spirited,
Outgoing. They view
Me as those
Things maybe. I
Guess they are
Partly correct but
I view myself
As reserved. I
Never bring my
Deeper emotions out.
I guess I
Am just shy
Like that. But
I do know
That possibly, deep
Deep down, like
Deep deep deep
Down, there is
And amazing amount
Of compassion waiting
To be released.
But then again,
I doubt it.

some poem about how i don't enjoy christianity or religion in general

Christianity is the only religion.
We are the disciples of God.
We creep through the shadows,
Our greedy eyes glistening.
We want more blood,
We want more money,
We want more slaves.
We have sharpened our saintly teeth
To a pinprick’s point,
So that when we all bite into you,
Blood blood blood.
Our soothing voices, our endearing smiles,
Our searing hate, our tar filled hearts,
Our wars, our bloodlust.
We are the disciples of God.
We are here to kill your world.

ascent

I
Am climbing
The mountain, striving
For the summit, for awakening.
Make me pure, through my self,
The self. I will become pure.
Virtue, my birthright and obligation.
I will not fall, I do not fall. I will
Make this count, I will earn this, I
Rise through cracks made jagged by years
Of caked-on pain and hardship. So near, perfection, so near.
I WILL NOT FALL.

doll with a cicada

I am a doll with
A cicada in my hand.
My wife disapproves.

Mirror

Fun-house mirror;

Distorted by bias,

Warped by the ego.

What is this I see?

But a startling image of me.

Who am I?

Handheld mirror.

Held low, I seem tall.

Held high, I seem small.

Changed in relation,

To preference and station.

Who are you?

this doesn't make any sense either

Hey you
Are you sad
What are you going to do

I heard you got the flu
That you are feeling bad
Hey you

Is there a rock in your shoe
Or is it all a fad
What are you going to do

Are you going to sue
Or will you be glad
Hey you

Are you just a few
Or are you just mad
What are you going to do

A car or house, bought new
Now something barely had
Hey you
What are you going to do?

Nails

Inch by agonizing
Inch the nails
Sink deeper into
His hands and
Feet, bounding
Him to the
Cross. Blood
And sweat
Run down
His face from
Their origin, the brow
Of thorns, which pierce
His perfect, flawless skin. Paying
The ultimate price in
Return for our
Salvation and freedom
“It is Finished”

if i had wings

i wish
i had wings. so
that i can fly away from
this place, never come back again. i
would go down south, to florida, so
that i could finally feel the sun beat down
on me. or maybe go across the
pacific ocean, just
to see my re-
flec- tion

this doesn't make any sense

Dogs scribbling dull essays in green
A flawed blank starving boy
Apathy warming the mind with vast
Predictable notions of shouting your
Name out to the sun and the moon
But neither respond because why

I do not respond at all when asked why
The sky is blue and not green
Or why we cannot reach the moon
Or why I am such a dull boy
Now they ask you why your
Sight is frighteningly vast

A mind as miniscule as it is vast
And asking a question as potent as why
And why you take your
Time to turn all the blue to green
And why you turn from man to boy
Whose face is scarred like the moon

I am a pattern of said moon
Whose craters and depths are vast
But boy oh boy
And answer to my why
Would simply tickle me green
And make all the difference in your

Guilt ridden excuse for you
Empty beliefs in the sun and moon
My pastures are much more green
And my caves are much more vast
And there is no why
And there is no how, not here boy

Once things are established, boy
You can begin on your
Great journey to find out why
A terrible cataclysm tore the moon
Right our of the vast
Sky and why it turned it all green

So when asked why by the boy
I say green and leave it at your
Discretion moon, who are so terribly vast.

The Good, the Bad, and THE Kyle

I continue to stare at
the deceptive, grinning
thin necked kid who wears
glasses across the room.

What's that dumb guy
looking at me for? I
should have planned
for this! It's stressing me out.

Look at those two idiots
staring at each other.
Only I know what they are
both really thinking. HAHAHA!!!

Earth's Night Light

I watch
Silently as you denizens sleep,
Resting your heavy eyes, and your tired minds;
Dreams dancing around in your small little heads. My
Sister, Solaris, once told me that I am like a giant nightlight
That God put in The sky. I am like a floodlight that waxes and
Wanes slowly overtime, changing shape, size and position; my own
Personal circadian rhythm. Ohh, hello. Yes, I can see you looking up at
Me, a look of pure awe spreading slowly across you pale while face. I ha
ve always dreamed of what it might be like to look up and beholds someone
as handsome as I. To examine my cracks, wrinkles, mountains and valleys,
All of my facial features that I take great pride in. I am better looking than
Solaris, because unlike her, you can look up at me and still use your eyes
Afterwards. I cast light down upon your dark, silent world. But alas,
My job is never-ending, and perpetual. I am to illuminate the
Darkness that temporarily plagues your world. Do I ever get tired
Ed? Well, of course! I mean, I am a person afterall. Ohh
How I long to go to sleep in the morning when Sola-
Ris comes to relieve me. Then I too will
Go to sleep, if only for a while

Someday

Each star, a small
Tiny luminary, the
Hope that I cling to
Which tells me there is
Something far greater than me
Out there waiting
For the day when
We will meet face to face.
Someday

Chauffeur

Always grinning with a peachy demeanor. His compatriots always glow at his calm peace. This is the hallmark of his golden job.

Ukalele

The screeching sound makes me vomit as the ugly, uneducated piece if garbage plays the terrible instrument. The redneck scrunches down while he chaws the slimy sardines.

life at the zoo

A zebra smells his
Butt
Cause it smells like a
Donkey, that eats the
Elephants peanuts.that makes the elephant
Frustrated, but the
Giraffe tries to make the elephant
Happy,but
it does not work.
just then the
kangaroo tries to
leap over the
moon, but he
never makes it
over. when the
panda bear
quitswatching, she
runs to the
starting place
to win the
ulitimate race;
victory is hers!
what ever you do dont let the
xylophone make a sound or it will make you
yell for the
ZEBRA

The Death of A Dream

My face lies bloody in the ring.
How did I get here to such a place?
Can I place it to one single thing?

I grew up poor, my father giving my face regular sting.
One day I stumbled upon his old trophy case.
My face lies bloody in the ring.

I once played baseball, but had an imperfect swing.
After school one day, I stumbled upon a wondrous place.
A boxing trainer’s gym, named “Bada Bing”.

He liked me a lot and tried me out in the ring.
I was a natural, regularly coming in first place.
My face lies bloody in the ring.

I began fighting professionally, I thought I had wings.
Many times, my mouth was left with a very bad taste.
I became world champion, developing many a fling.

But someone came along, casting a shadow in my beam.
I couldn’t resist a fight with him. What a waste.
My face lies bloody in the ring.
Maybe, someday, again I’ll be king.

Halloween Villanelle!

So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
With gabbing goblins, and greedy ghouls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

I wait in a re-sewn costume, as the old one was quite
Too tight! As the doorbell rings, and vampires appear, candy my hand doles.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!

As I gaze out, bathed the streets are in orange light,
Walking bed sheets, rapaciously pillaging candy bowls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

And finally, from dry ice fog, emerges a terrible blight!
A latex creature, one of so many ghouls.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!

A mottled green hand, stretched across a human hand tight.
Crafted by other, more masterful hands, with rubber-cutting tools.
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

He claims from my bowl a handful of candy, his face hidden from sight.
And it was only later that I learned, it was my brother, and other fools.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night……Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

- Hayden Russell

Cacophony

The Beast
By Jessica Williams

Lurid Images enter her mind,
as the callous beast taunts her.
The apathetic beast cutting into her soul,
mocking her every dream, digging her coffin sized hole.
Ignominy engulfs her every being.
Pessimistic thoughts invade her,
repeatedly.
This menace, the beast,
he drains her of all hope.
The beast claims her as his slave.
Shattered and weak, unable to be saved.
The girl lies down to die.
For thats the only way she may stay alive.

What I see vs. What other people see poem

Mirror
By Jessica Williams


When I look in the mirror,
I see me.
The reddish hair and blue eyes,
my smile and thoughts.
I can see through my
skin and into my heart,
looking into who I really am.
Then I hear a giggle,
looking through the window.
She looks through the glass
to my face
Screening me from head to waist.
All she sees is what's on display.
Not the true characteristics that
make up me.
Just a personless body is all she sees.

Shape poem

His Flashlight
Shined through
My bedroom
Window. That
Was when every
Thing was good.
Even through the
Summer storms
He stood outside
Shining his light.
Without his light, I could not see. Without his light, I wouldn’t be.
Day break came and I got confused. I thought I didn’t need his light
Anymore. I thought the sun was good enough. I thought I could
Depend on it. I bought some window shades and lived on. Then it
Then it was the rain
That began to pour.
I looked for the shine
Of his light. It wasn’t
There. I thought he
Had left me, I cried in
Despair. And it was
Then that I remembered.
The window was
Blocked. My heart
Was blocked, my sight
Was blocked too.
I ran to the window
And tore the shades
Off my window.
He hadn’t forgotten
Me, he hadn’t left.
He stood through the
Rain and the shine.
I never again will
Block his light, even
if the sun seems bright.

DEATH
The sound of silence fills the
the room as death hangs and lingers in the air
Its smell its taste and its feel
Wheezing and the coughing
And then sudden quiet fills the room
As the reaper comes, holds out his hand
As an invitation for what Spirit is waiting for
He feels the remaining threads that would hold
This man to the cruel earth, slowly he
Slices those few thin threads that
Remain he lifts the soul gently
And speaks soothing words as if to
A newborn child to stop the crying
And slowly floats away into the sky
-Alex Killen

Inside Outside

Outside
The wind howls
And the sky roars
Filling itself with flashes of white fire
Droplets of
Greed
Envy
Hatred
Sin
Fall from the dark
Turbulent sky,
Water bombs that
Violently explode on impact
Flooding, tainting the earth
Satan
Devil
The Fallen Angel
One way

Inside
The crackling fire
Burns a beacon of hope, radiating
Hope
Warmth
Trust love
Filling the quiet atmosphere
With a burning desire to know more
About Him, to
Love more
Feel more
Freedom from the outside world
Freedom to live again
Redeemer
Alpha and Omega
Another way

What will you choose?
Inside or Outside

My purple Blanket
I have this purple blanket.
It was a gift from my grandma,
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it.

My blanket is very special to me, it
Reminds me of so much, like my papa
I have this purple blanket

It feels like it’s my ticket
To heaven, to meet my deceased grandpa
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it

My blanket is so different,
So unique to me, since it was made by my grandma
I have this purple blanket

I remember crying to it when I got hit,
Or when someone told me that I looked like I should ca,
There’s no way to tell hoe much I’ll miss it

I will feel sad a bit,
When I have to give it away or when it tears.
I have this purple blanket
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it

Fears Poem

When I have fears.....

When I have fears that turn me pale,

Before my ultimate death,

Before I have any chance to fail,

I give up with regret.

When I behold the pain of fear,

I get the suffocating feeling that myself isn't I.

And think that I am about to die.

Sliding down my cheeks, a tear.

And when I feel the monster breathe down my back.

An unstoppable feeling overcomes me, death.

Never concentrate on what you lack,

fear feeds off of sorrow and prevents dreams from being met.

When I have fears that suffocate me,

I no longer want to be.

Villanelle

“Mommy, I’ll be alright”
By: Jessica Williams

Even in the darkest of night,
A little girl is wide awake.
The littlest star shines bright.

The little girl stares up at this brilliant light.
She slowly begins to shake.
Even in the darkest of night.

The little girl’s lips change to white.
Her mother starts to pray.
The littlest star shines bright.

The little girl sees her mother’s tears, “Mommy, I’ll be alright”.
The mother’s heart began to break.
Even in the darkest of night.

“Mommy, I’m going to be a star”, the girl smiled with delight.
The little girl’s eyes begin to close, the mother cries a lake.
The littlest star shines bright.

On this night she will die.
Her life, the Lord will take.
Even in the darkest of night,
The littlest star shines bright.

A SAVIOR’S STORY

ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND,
A LAND SO FULL OF GOLD AND WISHES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.

HE CAME WITH GOLDEN THREADS UPON HIS HAND,
TO TAKE IN ALL OF HIS FISHES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND.

HE CAME TO HEAL ALL OF THE LAND,
AT FIRST HE RECEIVED THE KISSES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.

BUT THE HIGH PRIEST’S FACES SOON TURNED BLAND,
AND SNAKES GAVE NO BETTER HISSES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND.

THEY ALL DEVISED AN UNHOLY SCAM
AND JUDAS RAN TO SERVE THEIR WISHES
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.

DIE AND RISE, NO MORE TO BE TOUCHED BY MAN
TO SERVE THE MULTITUDE OF FISHES
ONCE UPON A FABLED LAND,
IN A TALE SO GODLY GRAND.

-Alex Killen

When I have fears...

When I have fears that I, my money will cease to be
Before I soon will face financial strain
Before High I stand, I will be forced out on the streets.
When eviction and shame plague my soul,
When I behold these greenbacks, to spend them I do race.
For holes they burn in my pocket, a sort of trance,
And think that I may be doomed to stare at this face,
The face of an impulsive spender, whom victory I have no chance.
And when I feel this flower
Starting to bloom, I let it grow, for soon I am poor.
Never have I fully said no to this awesome power,
For the cycle soon starts afresh and I focus on the score;
I need some precious time to think
On proper ways to save, or again I soon will sink.

Nightmares

When I have Fears…
When I have fears that I, my money will cease to be
Before I soon will face financial strain
Before High I stand, I will be forced out on the streets.
When eviction and shame plague my soul,
When I behold these greenbacks, to spend them I do race.
For holes they burn in my pocket, a sort of trance,
And think that I may be doomed to stare at this face,
The face of an impulsive spender, whom victory I have no chance.
And when I feel this flower
Starting to bloom, I let it grow, for soon I am poor.
Never have I fully said no to this awesome power,
For the cycle soon starts afresh and I focus on the score;
I need some precious time to thinkOn proper ways to save, or again I soon will sink.

Grass

Grass
by Tim Gruber

Little green fingers
are reaching up from the ground
Like pointed mountains

Snow

Snow
a Haiku by Tim Gruber

A blanket of white
covering the frozen earth
crystalline winter

snow day

So while I was out sick and trapped by the snow, I went for a short walk with the dog, saw many things, including pastoral scenes and a burial, and as I lay in the snow staring up at the sky, the following poem came to my mind. I was thinking about how therapeutic the simpler things in life, like warm sunshine and fruit from one's own apple trees, can be.


Economy

While walking the dog today in the snow
I, like every other American, was thinking about the economy,
Having just felt the first personal effects of it.

As we followed the path of the tractor
Up the ridge to the cow field where the animals were feeding
I thought about the economy

As I looked at the dilapidated hand-built structure
Where someone long ago once dwelt
I thought about economy

As I halted out of respect at the end of our lane
Where loved ones in black laid their wife, sister, mother to sleep
In the cold hard family ground
I thought economy

As I entered our drive, staring out at the mountains
Who once knew no development but farms
I thought about economy

As I, like a child, dropped down in the snow
And made one snow angel after another
After another
After another
To surprise the neighbors when they ventured out
To greet me from my tall window
I thought about comfort

Lying there in the snow, oblivious to wind and cold
Feeling the sun’s warmth through the bare branches above,
Anticipating freshly baked bread decked with summer’s preserves
Laughing at the dog’s wonder at the snow, at my wild now inanimate behavior

I thought about economy; I felt content.


2/4/09

The Comlicated (Alpha Poem)

Able to be alive to see you

Breath the air for what might be my last

Carelessly just happy to be beside you

Daring every move we think to make

Eager

Faithful or adleast thats what we are longing to belief

Gash`s we left for each other, remeber

Hope of forever & always

Ignore anyone but the to of us

Journey in to the lives of too very diffrent people

Keepsake to always keep eachother close to the heart

Love

Magic every touch enchanting

Never to leave

Odds and Ends

Promises are ment to be broken

Questions that have no answers

Random inside jokes that will never make sense

Scared of what comes next

Talkin all night till one falls asleep hearing the last three words that gets them threw the day

Uncover the pastest you tryed so hard to forget

Value every moment

Warn, prepare

X, to the Unknown

Young and Stupid

Zippers slowly undone thats the new begining

Beaches in Euphony

When I dream I like to
fantasize about long walks on the beloved, aromatic
beach; the ornately decorated seashells crunching
beneath my naked feet. The tiny sand crabs are ecstatic
and bubbly as they scurry into there homes in the warm sand.

Cacaphony What?

Do you like to see them writhe in anguish?

Can't you see that your domineering, hateful

words cut at the flesh like broken glass?

How atrocious can you be to bellow in a bellicose,

objurgatory manner, things they have no control

over, as if they are inferior to you, nothing more than a

piece of dirt beneath your shoe?

Why?

AlphaPoem::Reality Is

Reality is

A need for
Belonging in this
Crowded room.
Drowning in the
Everlasting screams.
Fearing
Gazes constantly upon you.
Hearing the giggles of those who
Insult you. Trying to
Jam the
Knife into all their
Lies.
Missing the
Night, the only time your fantasies may come alive.
Princes and princesses,
Queens and Kings.
Reality no longer applies.
Shrieks of
Terror enter your mind once again.
Unusual
Visions
Whirl through your head. Happiness
Xits, fear arrives.
Your dream no longer holds carnivals, fun, orZoos. The scariest part of this dream? Reality is – it isn’t a dream.

Summer Days at Vernon

Six stand motionless, quiet, held captive in the clearing.
A cow stares at the boy’s hand, hesitant, as
If not sure of this outstretched being.
A ghostly, transparent form blots the background
Like a tea stain; a barn perhaps?
An object props itself against the body of a tree, stock still,
Hidden within the everlasting shadows,
A silent landscape,
Clothed in hues of greens,
Unchanging

An Alphapoem on Anger

Anger, for many things.
Billions of
Complacent citizens.
Discrimination, an
Enemy to many. Also, a
False and fruitless
Government.
Hypocrisy, on all fronts.
Imbeciles, the arrogant
Jokes that they are,
Kings of our
Lands though they may be.
Mediocrity, a
Nationless,
Omnipresent
Predicament.
Qualifications for my
Rage fall under one banner;
Stupidity,
Terrible,
Undulating,
Vindictive
Will-o-wisp. And
eXcitable
Youths and yesmen.
Zealotry.

ekphrastic poem

Rainy night

Out after a rainy night
And see the clouds start to float away,
As your face, full of bliss and delight,
Looks upon your village, so happy
To see that even though it’s humid
You know that spring is near
And even though everything’s wet,
You still go fishing on the peer.
Now you go back inside,Because you know everything is well

alpha poem

A is A
Because the world is a big joke
Cynicism is me, me, me, me, me
Death after death
Everytime is the same
From a molecule’s perspective
Granting a little more
Heavy-hearted hate each time
In the bitter laughter of a
Jokester’s
Knowledge of what the world truly is
Looking upward from the bottom
More like, downward from the top;
Not applicable, not compatible, not anything
Open, miles and miles of faces
People, not laughing
Quixotic thoughts on existence
Ricocheting, rambling
Slippery, ethereal, not there at all
Truth is truth is truth is truth
Under the wreckage of mankind
Vehemence
Working away the meaning
Xenophobia grips you, rules you, understands you, is you
Yearning, yearning, yearning, hungering, lusting
Zen/Obzen

Ekphrastic Poem

Ekphrastic ghost

Galloping along the road
Crushing all that would oppose
Out of Hell, like those persued
Clad in none but the nude
Riding wind like the Zypher
The ecstasymakes him hyper

Freed from his anguish
No water could ever quench
his near skeletal body's state
Is almost to much to bear
Unknown of his own fate
"Perhaps," he thinks, "I should Grow Some hair."

Alpha Poem

Love

Anger
Buterflies
Confusing and Caring
Doubts
Expectations
Feelings and Frustration
Giving
Hurting and Heart break
Intamacy
Joy
Kindness
Lust
Meaning and Marriage
Never ending
One another
Pleasure and Pain
Questioning
Respect and Reasuring
Secrets
Trust and Thrill
Understanding
Valentines
Waiting and Wanting
Xhilerating
Yourself
Zippers undone

It's Love!

A LOVELY POEM CONSTRUCTED AROUND THE ALPHABET.

As I know,
Beauty is hard to find in a
Crisis,
Definitely having to do with
Existence, but I
Find that it
Gets a little better, with
Hurried thoughts.
I believe that
Juxtaposing is fun, especially with the
Kind of people who I
Love to laugh at.
My mind is something I may
Never Understand, but
One day, on the verse of a
Poem, it will be
Quite clear.
Really, it only makes sense when I
Stare into space,
Terrifying myself into
Unususal emotions
Very accustomed to
Wandering and wondering what
Xcrutiating laughter will be heard once
You realize that my name isn’t
Zachary.

Alpha Poem Acoustics

A triangular
Burgundy
Colored pick strikes
Down across
Each string, the
Fingers dance across the
Giant elongated neck, each finger
Held
Inverted over the rose wood fret board
Just waiting to
Know how to pluck the
Lonely
Monetary
Notes, an
Ongoing
Persistent
Quality of melodic
Rhythm, each note
Securing a spot
Together while
Unifying a
Vibrant array of chords
With
Xtraordianry
Youthful
Zeal

I like...

Apples.
Best friend Katelyn Die-Son!
Coffee.
Dipp'n Dots.
Eating food.
Friday Nights.
Gangsterzzzz.
Hayden :D
Igloo's
Jelly beans.
Katelynnnnnnn.
Laughing.
Moviessss.
Noodles!!!!!!!
Octopuses.
Parties.
Quarreling with katelyn! (aka-fighting) :)
Reading.
Sticks
Trapoline
Ur mom
Vengence
World wide web
Xylophones
Yellingggg!
Zee End..Im french

Alpha Poem (Waking Up)

Alarm screams in my ear,
Bedroom floods with painful lighting,
Cruel 6 am pulls me out of bed,
Day starts to begin,
Enthusiastic sunlight pours in my window,
Forcing me to wake up,
Groaning, I rollover,
Hesitant to move,
I pray for 5 more minutes,
Just 5 more minutes,
Knees, elbows, and ankles ache,
Longing to rest,
Mom yells from the kitchen,
Not much time left to get ready,
Opening my eyes, I see the clock,
Popping out of bed,
Quilts fly in all directions,
Race toward the bathroom,
Shower turns on,
Terribly cold,
Unprepared I shake,
Very rude awakening,
Which actually does wake me up,
Xtremely,
Yawns and sighs have ceased, catching
Zzzzz's is no longer wanted.

Alpha Poem: Life

Amazing.
Beauty that is never understand.
Concerning the next life, I'll wait.
Deciding a countless amount of choices seems not
Easy, but difficult and
Fruitless, where no option seems
Good in the long run.
Honing our bodies and minds for the days ahead
Is an never-ending process.
Just because we breathe, do we really live?
Kooky thoughts enter our heads that we know aren't
Logical, but they continue to construct a
Maze where dead ends
Never cease to frustrate us,
Our emotions are
Persistent and independent from our brains.
Quizzing and planning never prepare us for
Reaping the benefits of
Success and failure.
Too much good is useless without the bad.
Unethical habits can end you.
Vicious struggles
Will rear their head. But that's just an
Xtra teacher
You'll learn from. Just sit back and e-
Zibit the good in life.

Asking questions
Because one is
Curious is not
Daring, but is
Ever so helpful, and maybe
Fun and
Great, just because it
Helps stretch the imagination
Just because it gives
Kids ideas about
Life and
Many other things that should
Not be stopped or limited, but should be
Open and
Positive, should not be
Questioned, but
Really
Supportive, but should be
Truthful,
Undersatnding about the
Very
Wonderful
Xtreme things
Young and old people could come up with, and the
Zillion different ways to come up with it.

Ekphrastic poem

Up ahead is land
They look closer
And see a man
They finally arrive
They are greeted
It is indians
They share thier stories
The others share thier glories
Now they are friends
Forever til the end

Ekphrastic Poem

Sinner by nature
Transgressor by choice
I find myself in a room
I'd rather not be in
It is the home of a satanist
it is his home
home of a man who takes the damned
to thier rightful place
but there I am not
not yet atleast
the few rays of light
that shine in on this place
they show me there is hope
hope for me in heaven
a place now I long for even more
This home
This room
They are a second chance

Alpha poem....

Act how they want you to
Because they wont accept it any other way, you
Can't understand why they choose to
Do tey things they do to you. But an
Even better question is why do you
Force yourself to change for their apprival?
Granted they please you at times,
Hardlly ever though
I see the things they say and do they say theyre
Just
Kidding but you know they are
Lieing
Maybe they will change, but you know it's
Not likely to happen any time soon. The
Only thing you want is happiness, but
People just don't understand. You constantly get into
Quarrels with everybody over
Random problems that noone
Seems
To know how to fix. It's
Unlike you to have a
Very good day, you soon learn that
With or without them
You will make it.
ZEE END! :)

Alpha Poem

Artillary
Bombs throughout the
Cold frigid night. wolf
Dogs bark
ecstatically
For their
Great escapeinto the night.
Heat of the moment,
Imagination of the mind. they
Just run in the hunt.
Killing only the
Least for food
Many of the pack will
Never see the dawn
Or not long after.
Prince of Death
Quiet is he. they
Run from him on
Silent,
Toughened paws. never
Understanding The fear.
Violet
Waters cascade around them as they
Xcept their fates but when
you dream there is only the
zen of the mind.

Alpha Poem

Always
Believe in yourself
Come happy with the
Day
Even if you don't
Feel that
Great put on a
Happy smile
Imagine
Jumping in the clouds
Keeping your thoughts
Love your life
Make life an adventure
No matter what
Open your heart with
Peace and gentleness be
Quiet and lister to the
Rhythm of your heart
Sit for some
Time to
Understand yourself
Vision your heart
With passion then
Xhale your breath and remember
Your special so be in your own
Zone

Alpha Poem

A
Baby bumblebee was
Chewing a
Dead
Eagle
Foot and
Gargling
Honey when
I saw him
Jump he also
Killed nine
Little
Mouseys ten
Nocturnal pets
Of course he brought home eleven
Pigs for the
Queen bee
Really
Sad
That
U don't know just how
Vicious my llittle bee is I
Wathced him
Xecute a
Young
Zebra and a little baby boy

Alpha Poems

The very first poem you wrote for the first day of school was your alpha poem. Please post them here.
Thanks!