You must know,
So you shake the ball,
Hoping for some foresight,
Some validation,
But that little porthole offers little,
Only half-truths and vagueries,
There is noise within,
It emanates from the internals of the orb,
Malignant laughter,
Padlocks and chains,
Sloshing with answers unsaid,
Mockery in every movement,
It knows all,
Everything kept in those inky waters,
But it’ll never elaborate,
It enjoys the secrecy,
Many say the ball is a plaything,
But it easily toys with us.
Posts Tagged ‘paranormal’
8Ball
Posted: May 27, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, mental health, paranormal, poem, Poems, poetry, toys, WorldofHarley, Writing
Baron Samedi
Posted: Apr 16, 2023 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Caribbean, Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, death, Fiction, human condition, human nature, humanity, paranormal, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Come child,
The pain is finally at an end,
You’ve reached the crossroads,
It’s a celebration of the dead this day,
And there’s rumbullion and tobacco aplenty,
So come join the party,
No RSVP or heartbeat needed,
Our vodou host is here,
See his top hat and skeletal face,
The outrageous Baron Samedi,
He appears a corpse ready for the dirt,
But he throws a hell of a party,
So dance the jig with the other spirits,
No mourners required,
Our parade shall never get dull,
And our cups shall never grow dry,
The Baron leads the procession onwards,
The revels can go on forever,
In the afterlife.
Annabelle
Posted: Oct 29, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Halloween, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, paranormal, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Roll up,
Come in please,
Welcome to our museum of the occult,
We hold all manner of oddities,
Relics of the other side,
Like this here unsettling portrait,
Dark scrolls and dimensional mirrors,
And like this Raggedy Ann,
I didn’t hear any giggling,
No wooden footsteps either,
Are you sure?
Don’t mind the doll,
I don’t think she likes you,
But she’s well-behaved most of the time,
Well there was this one incident,
She roams about at times,
This is no typical plaything,
Possessed?
Oh maybe,
You feel breathing next to your ear?
Where’s the doll?
Her glass cabinet lies empty.
Onryo
Posted: Oct 27, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, folklore, human condition, human nature, humanity, monsters, paranormal, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
In life,
She had been maltreated,
Abused and beaten,
Betrayed and scarred,
Cruelly slain for another by her husband,
A sakura petal singed by life,
But she came back,
Revenge being an ironclad anchor,
She walks the world again,
Animated by rancor,
Snow white skin,
Black hair like a frayed funeral veil,
Draped in ivory kimono,
That which began as hatred for a husband,
Is now hate for life itself,
She’s no longer finical on her victims,
She’s now a dark spirit,
They say she stops hearts,
She will find you,
Crawling from under the bed,
Bones cracking and rasping breaths,
Eyes wide with spite,
Her breathless stare shall be your last sight,
And her vengeance be done.
Ordinary Room
Posted: Oct 25, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, Halloween, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, paranormal, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Welcome to my ordinary bedroom,
Such as it is,
It’s not much but it’s home,
It’s not frightful at all,
Ghosts and ghouls?
Never heard of them,
It’s just ordinary here,
Mundane,
Please make yourself comfy,
Don’t mind the red running down the wall,
The flies converging in that corner,
Those aren’t bats roosting on the ceiling,
Nor are those shadows moving on their own,
Pay no attention to that low chanting,
Or the scratching under the bed,
It’s like any other home,
Indeed it’s not much but it’s home,
Don’t you find it snug?
Just don’t look in the mirror,
She doesn’t like that,
And when the lights go low,
Don’t mind the figure,
The one at the foot of the bed,
It’s totally ordinary.
Reef
Posted: Oct 2, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: Creative Writing, Creativity, dark poetry, Fiction, history, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, paranormal, poem, Poems, poetry, WorldofHarley, Writing
Beware that reef child,
It is a graveyard,
A hodgepodge of stony dragons teeth,
Full of great timber titans,
The sound of torn sails and creaking hulls,
And salt-wrapped spectres,
These wrecks are a diorama,
Skeletons still at their posts,
As if frozen in glass,
Awaiting orders that shall never come,
Sailors picked clean by the reef,
Feed for the crabs and fish,
It’s a morbid monument at sea,
Whorled in mist and deathly cries,
It harkens back to a past of seafaring,
Of piracy and exploration and glory,
A time now only whispered,
Upon dead men’s tongues.