Lullaby for a tiny Ghoul by GawrilaGhul, literature
Literature
Lullaby for a tiny Ghoul
Some die while they're swinging. Some die in their sleep.
Some die being famous. Then others will weep.
Some die in a bathtub. Some die on a field
decoyed by skulls and by bone.
As brothers they marched there, quite eager to wield
their mortality. Some die alone.
Some die because they just quit living.
Like when only silence kept true.
Remain unforgiven, but keep unforgiving.
Because so, little dead one: did you.
Ghosts in Arlington School? by nilwilnil, literature
Literature
Ghosts in Arlington School?
Here are some spooky true stories I experienced while working security at a large psychiatric hospital in New England. Known as McLean Hospital, it had (has) many varied buildings sprawled across many hilly acres. Founded in 1811, the hospital grounds are riddled with as many strange stories as it has bricks.
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So . . . one chilly night while doing security rounds, a fellow guard and I were patrolling the hospital's old red-brick school house. It was erected some time ago for troubled youth. In addition to some classrooms, there was a library on the top floor. It consisted of two cramped rooms separated by a breezeway (as show
A Glum Sonetilla by NathanielFlyingOwl, literature
Literature
A Glum Sonetilla
As shadows whispers in my ear
Striving to keep me lost at night
I struggle to keep within sight
The fact that God is always near
As darkness tries to make me fear
The worst of me, I let the fright
Force me to seek out any light
To keep me from shedding a tear
In the distance, amid the snow
A tiger appears, fearless, strong
Our paths meet beside a stream's flow
A moment's time, we move along
For we both know that we must go
About our lives, where we belong
Moon shining upon a fresh layer of snow
The clouds having just departed from the sky
The tiger in silence approaches and I-
Rise from my slumber to hear a zephyr blow
I try to sleep again but it remains slow
And still I see the tiger before my eyes
What acumen is he attempting to show?
What pure torture is he striving to defy?
Yet again slumber at last falls upon me
But the tiger does not come around this time
A slumber without visions of hope to see
Longing to know again all that is sublime
With the dawn comes the passerines' melody
It seems without the tiger, life has no rhyme
I was dragged to a chamber where Belial demanded his henchman to imprison a naive kid.
A place where it's only one-way ticket to go.
There's no home for you to go back.
I saw my live in those blue eyes.
He grinned at me.
Siphoned me to the depth of his Terra.
All I could see was a vision of me burnt.
A reek of insecurity held me tight; all that's left.
Hell, was it not?
misery loves company by UnderTheRaptures, literature
Literature
misery loves company
promises become broken,
like the shards you chase
and then
someone phones
you hear something in the distant,
(It's the jones)
inviting you over for tea and cake again
Alone in the Shadow of God,
He bleeds music into the darkness
From between layers of the past-
Mouths long forgotten words
Whilst staring into shop doorways
Where drunks dribble vomit
Into frozen crystalline mandalas.
His present is an intrusion,
A knot in before and after:
He is beautiful and terrible
In the deliberate forsaking
Of easy halogen comforts
In temples where we bow our heads.
Catching his voice
Whilst avoiding his eye,
Numb to the cold night airs
And lack of graces of passers-by
Who glare
Affronted
Then slip
Into
Memory
And
Are gone.
He sits. He waits.
Pursued by nature for this
Defiance of time.
I love him for his unnatural