“I think I just may be, a tad paranoid?”
Voices, noises
Never good with so many choices
Watching, looking, staring
Who’s in my kitchen cooking
Daemons, angels, the devil perhaps?
God, Jesus and all those things fictional
Aliens and conspiracies more so
Paradoxes, global warming
At least that one is true!
The FBI, police forces, neighbours even
And with their cats and dogs too!
They are all watching, me!
I am, becoming, quite paranoid
“Things, affairs , all of it, might be wrong, a lot of them are, but, giving up hope, was never an option, never part of the grand plan either. Was it?“ Gun Roswell
“It’s hell out there! Surely we had some time to spare before it was about to happen I swear!” Someone exclaimed having taken a spun around the neighbourhood, having found it no fun at all.
“Have you seen the latest news?” Another one asked confused of the times. “It’s murder and mayhem for sure and that is the awful truth!”
“I don’t leave my house anymore. Just because it’s such a chore.” The third one chimed, certainly they were not feeling so fine. “Putting all them gear on, the armour or whatnot, just to feel safe and even then you cannot be sure.”
“The kids are all home schooled now, not that its of any use. Them all hanging on their game girls and fun stations, twatting about it all on the internets of things. Such misuse of the time. All of it wasted for sure. But the lure of it all is too much to ignore.” The mum from across the street shouted from the open window, never ever daring to leave her home.
“Truly is sad all of it. In the olden days, well, everything was so much sunnier, funnier, lighter and brighter. And now, it’s all such shades of greys.” A not so old person retorted to the others, from a safe distance but of course.
“Yeah, hell has certainly arrived to our small corner of the world. Then again, what did we expect with all them devils running around in our streets. But we did invite them here didn’t we?” And with that there was no rhyme to be seen, simply a comment of how things had turned out to be.
“It’s creeping up on me again, Monday!” Gun Roswell
Monday, the horror story
monday!
f***ing monday!
oh, how i loath thee
you always arrive
with a substantial fee
it should be
so clear to me
but i never seem, to see
how this day
always, creeps up, on me
Posted in BEST OF 2016
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!”
~Dexter Kozen
Water
Nightly Reflections
Scary darkness surrounding
My heart is wildly pounding
The waves in the distant sounding
A flicker of light in the distance
Easing my earlier resistance
Now walking towards the pier
Mind still filled with fear
Behind me, dragging my gear
Finally arriving at my destination
Looking at the dark water with hesitation
Chewing my thumb
But the time has come…
To dive in
Sinking into the dark waters
And maybe, just maybe
This is my slaughter
Shedding humanity
And becoming the sea lady
Or maybe, just maybe
I have finally learnt
The lesson taught…
And how to dive
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“Eat, drink and be scary.”
~Author unknown
Bench
Halloween Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
But, suddenly
Noises kind of scuffly
Maybe finally, I will have some luck
And get unstuck
Cursing to myself “Oh hell and fuck!”
But then a glimpse of hope
Not exactly the transport of the Pope
But a carriage of sorts
“It’ll have to do” I snort
Waving my hand; it stops
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.”
~Author unknown
Tales
The cat hissed
Her tail totally frizzed
The witch loudly laughed
Stirring her brew with the wooden shaft
“Fear not, my furry kitten
It is not you who will be eaten
It is only the humans, who should be scared”
The witch said with an evil glare
For not many knew
Of the secret, reserved only for a few
The powers witches can share
For those really fair
So better be ware
Of all others take good care
Or at least your own litter
And maybe then
A little something for you the witches leave
Tonight, on all hallows eve
Posted in Halloween: Tales of Horror
“But I love Halloween, and I love that feeling:
the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.”
Evan Peters
Happy Halloween to One and All!
Tales for this Eve of Hallow
In the next post will follow
Enjoy these tales of horror
And hopefully tomorrow
You’ll wake up without sorrow
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October’s days.”
~Author unknown
Monsters and Super Freaks
Darkness surrounds me
In every corner do I see
Scary monsters lurking
Soon enough, freaking
Footfalls getting closer
I look over my shoulder
Fight or flight?
Did not even bring a knife
Picking up the pace
Looking for a hiding place
Nothing can be found
I turn around
Standing paralyzed
Totally petrified
Watching helplessly
Facing the enemy
Feeling hopeless
When a dark figure approaches
Scary Monsters, Super Freaks?
If lucky, geeks
Huffing and puffing
Its legs loudly scuffing
It stops in front of me
Looking at me, curiously
It’s mouth opening suddenly
With a voice leary
“Got a light deary?”
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Horror
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!”
Jordin Sparks
Red Berries for Daily Photo
A result of the garden project:
Shiny red objects
Round and perfect
Sun on them reflect
Them do you respect
But do not collect
And eat them and then expect
A great feeling to resurrect
Rather sooner than later
A really bad effect
In your stomach’s crater
You will detect
Rantings Of A Third Kind 