The world is far more bizarre,
More populated with oddities,
Than we tend to believe,
There may yet be things out there,
Creatures unknown to science,
Things in the mountains,
Beasts leaving fur in pine trunks,
Things in the woods,
Hiding in plain sight within blurry photos,
Things under the waves,
Prehistory in Celtic lochs,
Perhaps even in the sewers,
Cold-blooded jaws laying amidst the grime,
These things were myths,
Figments of frightened minds,
Mere pareidolia,
But who knows?
Man is not omniscient.
Posts Tagged ‘Horror’
Cryptids
Posted: May 23, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, nature, poem, Poems, poetry, science, WorldofHarley, Writing
Murder Mystery
Posted: May 1, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, Crime, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, true crime, WorldofHarley, Writing
A scream of lightning sets our stage,
An isolated home of high class,
Draped in fog and black,
Like a classic noir,
Worthy of its own Poirot,
A form lays splayed on the ground,
Waiting for its portrait in white chalk,
Still lukewarm to the touch,
And nobody knows who put it there,
Save for one of course,
Was it the old mistress in the library?
Spite drawn from kisses missed,
Perhaps the butler in the bedroom?
The old classic,
Could it have been the Colonel in the hedge maze?
Arrived with grudges to spare,
Or the heir in the ballroom?
The silver-haired child with most to gain,
Whether by bullet or blade or bludgeon,
The guilt remains the same,
And crime doesn’t pay forever,
So will the culprit by caught?
Or will it remain a murder mystery?
Don’t Let Them In
Posted: Mar 16, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, history, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, mental health, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
You moved forward,
Healed and loved anew,
Built this cottage of a new life,
Thatch of new beginnings,
Timbers of healthier boundaries,
You found pride in this new homestead,
Yet spectres of past creatures encroach,
They want to haunt your new home,
Wailing falsities and evaded liabilities,
They scratch at the windows,
Caressing the glass,
Begging to access you once more,
They’ll offer apologies and sugary tongues,
But like the vampires of old,
Don’t let them in,
Withhold your invitations,
Close the curtains,
And sever the ties.
Mutilated
Posted: Mar 11, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Art, Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, self image, WorldofHarley, Writing
I dreamed I was set upon by wrongdoers,
They wore masks of my own visage,
Incarcerating me in my own den,
Setting about butchers work upon me,
Slicing and beating and burning,
A transformation by gore,
Replacing my veins with barbed wire,
Restitching the whole,
They plucked out my eyes,
Garnets set in their place,
Azure shifting bloody,
They screwed horns into my scalp,
And forced fangs into my gums,
As well as a Chelsea smile,
I shed no tears nor cried out,
I was merely a spectator,
An observer to the scalpels and needles,
I had been mutilated,
A slaughtered scrap of meat,
But there can be no doubt,
I finally looked without,
As I am within.
Blood Magic
Posted: Jan 3, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, Magic, occultism, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Encircled by black candles,
I began the incantation tonight,
With my bladed consort,
Feeling her soft kiss,
From wrist to chelidon,
Leaving pools of mana on the altar,
Amidst chants of grunting pain,
Casting the magic,
Releasing the wine,
Just ripe for the showpieces of the damned,
Finger painting on the walls,
Pinot in the chalices,
There is such art in this sorcery,
Haemoglobin,
Cruor,
Lifeblood,
And the dramatic flair of it all,
The ultimate form of magic.
Kraken
Posted: Jan 1, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, monsters, poem, Poems, poetry, Water, WorldofHarley, Writing
Our sloop suddenly halted in open water,
Like a reef had struck us,
Invoked by some pagan sea god,
The ship listed sharply in newly churning waters,
Bubbling,
Creaking,
Slithering,
Then it set upon us,
Oddity given flesh,
Seizing our vessel like a child’s toy,
A thousand grey boughs from below,
Bristling with vicious suckers,
Shattering mast and severing rope,
Plucking men like cockles,
This leviathan,
No spear or axe could deter it,
Lashing every inch of the deck,
I was thrust overboard in the chaos,
As I sank,
I saw my friends die,
Eaten doubly by fathom and beak both.
Body Horror
Posted: Dec 30, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, mental health, monsters, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Do not call me a man,
Nor a human,
I am body horror,
What appears a man,
Is an abomination,
A terror of mutilation and mutation each,
A patchwork of flesh,
Necrotic and otherwise,
Seeing from countless eyes,
Not all mammalian,
Speaking from many maws,
Drool flowing from each,
Each of the humours on display,
All forms of improvement,
Sores and incisions,
Tentacles and fur,
This isn’t imagination,
Not delusion,
Just a real body,
In abhorrent excess,
Sutures and all.
Medusa
Posted: Nov 25, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, monsters, mythology, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Those eyes,
Oh those eyes,
Just like Medusa,
Piercing and deadly,
Tawny like spite,
Her gaze is flanked by numerous serpents,
Like a scaled bouquet for a crown,
She chokes you with her speech,
An invisible anaconda,
A hiss slithering on every word,
The venom almost visible on the air,
She hates what you did to her,
How you punished her,
Cursed her,
But she can punish you now,
Goddess or not,
You try to flee,
Yet the body rebels,
She has you,
In her coils and vision,
You’ll be stone soon,
Masonry for your own ruined temple.
The Rotting Giant
Posted: Nov 21, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, Dark Fantasy, dark poetry, Fiction, Horror, HP Lovecraft, human condition, human nature, humanity, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
At the end of the world,
Under magmatic skies,
A place I see in my fevered dreams,
Only one thing still walks the wastes,
Man had become a monster,
A titan of flesh and bone,
An amalgamated frankenstein of the populace,
Eight billion bodies bound together,
Making up muscles of great scale,
Still trying to reach out,
Still crying out in discord,
Each step was met with cracks and tearing,
Bone organ and ligament,
Agony fuelling each movement,
Humanity had finally become what it deserved,
A collosal corpse,
Its transit was a cacophony of pain,
Even under the distant rumbles of its tread,
I could still hear the wailing.