#halloweenpoetry

as the leaves fall and the weather turns a season of treats and tricks, and spooky things, begin to emerge. it is the only season and the single day we dedicate to giving away candy to our neighbors. a

This crystal ball of ancient blue light speaks a silently fatal language. Let it teach you how to listen. Deadly Crystal Ball || Halloween Special 2018 || Photo by dawnydawny Pixabay (CC0) Originally posted

Your Very Old Neighbor Your neighbors next door screams in a certain way each All Hallows Eve, or, at least, you thought so, until you discovered that they actually weren’t home. So. Who is it then, that

The Cave of Silent Screams Filled with purple-blue death tones; far away from grey skies and green lanes making the mundane seem like a blessing in silver crossed design, the story of secrecy sulks throughout

Since I have this all-time-low resource credit, I choose to combine two of my days and poetry to catch up. Hopefully, I will have enough to post my 11th poem later this evening Tired blood of fake odor

Death’s Call Is the one last drop that we all are afraid of, the one odor of imploding fear that we will never admit to for if we do we will destroy ourselves in our own paradoxes. 👻 Paradox Box || Halloween

These Black Candles And a darkened pathway filled with obstacles of fear and illusion until we turn the glow inwards and the atmospheric science will shine through. We are all the same. 🎃 Black Candles

Essence of Halloween Pumpkin carcass soothing essence fills the room sweet smoke of inhaled baked goods. Walls are glowing of tender reflections of sunlight through mysteries of scary night. Make room

Pale Ghost of Reinassance Your pale skin dragged me across the floor, filled me with cold screams and wrenched cringing stains of killed ego on the hallways carpet. Until your hair shone daylight on my

Ambient Darkness! The fireplace can be lit. Darkness fills empty spaces giving softness and tender thought: to lit a candle, in contrast, is gift! Sounds from the sparkling fire fill frozen thoughts with

Enlightened Sorceress. Soft carpets of serene magic, ambiently awaiting for your age-old magic spells, the crusted, almost humming enchantment book knows your every door and window, and where the cracks

Wicked Witch! Your crooked soul speaks of enchantments that make people plea in pale fear, listen! I will not tolerate you torturing my innocent ones! No pale moon makes me weep! I am the power of glowing

Cast a spell Take a ell Next step Is farewell Say it calm Quite slow Five words To unknown Deva Drag Shorimight Fraknet Brag And from it Came sucess Money, food All the rest But with soul Had to pay And