I Am a Horror Writer
There's something locked within my mind,
no matter what I do, I find
it's always lurking deep within,
with gnashing teeth and fiendish grin...
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Go deep into my head, you'll see
the remnants there that once were me,
replaced now by nefarious things,
with beady eyes and leathered wings.
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Bring your own light, it's rather dark;
the stench of death, no life-line spark,
of who and what I once had been.
Worlds of depravity and sin.
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Decide to tarry there too long,
where wrong is right, and right is wrong,
there'll be no one to pull you free โ
it's then that you'll belong to me.
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With each and every scream you make โ
with every single breath you take,
I'll snuggle closer when I hear
you writhe in agony and fear.
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Yes, I'm a horror writer, true,
who yearns to shock the life from you;
deliver shivers, raise your hair โ
then usher in a lethal scare.
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Yes, King has some very good stories and some that are just as dreadfully bad.
For example, one of his latest booksโa collaboration with his son, Owen Kingโtitled Gwendy's Button Box, has a ridiculous plot and is poorly written.
I hope his latest, The Outsiders, is a much better offering.
Thank you very much for reading, .barto.
I appreciate your feedback as always.
~Dean
Awesome ink Dean, enjoyed the read
Thank you for commenting, Lisa.
I appreciate it as always.
~Deanย :)
I love the dark! I love the sound, the feel of it between my teeth. I truly love this piece, let your readers beware.
Great!
John
Readers beware indeed, John, heh-heh!
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, my man.
I'm really glad you enjoyed the poem.
~Dean ใ
Now that picture gives me the heebie-jeebiesย big time! excellent ink my friend
Ok.... I think I'll be finding more time to sift through all of your work sooner than I thought. I absolutely love the flow and rhythm, and slight smirk somehow evident in print! โกโกโกโกโกโก
The Poe of cosmo u r
โThe Poe of Cosmoโ ...
I like that, Greg, thank you, LOL.
Here's hoping you have a wonderful week ahead of you, my friend.
~Dean
Dear Dean,
This wonderfully crafted eerie poem has inspired me to write about a boyhood experience.ย It tells about the scariest show I ever saw, called "Lights Out".ย I have just posted it, with credit to you for it's inspiration.
Thank you for your spine-tingling creation.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Thanks so much, Larry.
That's one of the primary reasons we write, in hopes of inspiring others to follow suit and continue to do the same, I believe.
I will be sure to read about your experience just as soon as I am finished answering your thoughtful review.
Enjoy the week ahead, my friend, and thanks again.
~Dean
Dear Dean,
One of these "weeks ahead", you will come to Centerville, and we will finally get to meet in person.ย That would be truly enjoyable.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
I'm looking forward to it, Larry.
~Deanย :}
:) Terrific write showing your adept touch at communicating through this medium.
Great work.
All the best. :)
Thanks very much for reading, Richard.
All the best to you as well.
~Dean
bring your own light, i like it. it's mischievous lol certain events can alter a person's view of everything. "Beauty isn't the only thing that is held in the eyes of the beholder."
You got that right, Sarah.
For example, I think old cemeteries harbor a serene sort of beauty.
I have many charcoal etchings of some very unique old gravestones famed and hanging in my den.
Some might say that's a bit morbid, but I don't think so.
I don't view death as the end of our journey.
Just a chapter to a new beginning.
Thanks so much for reading.
I sincerely appreciate your comments.
~Dean โซ?โช?โซ
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i don't believe death is the end either,it was a treat
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great poem Dean just woulder do you have a lot nightmares is that why you can write like this I have lot nightmares some time when I wake I up I have to say that wasn't realย ether get up and stay up or try to go back to sleep and hopeing I don't have the same dream last one was about a guy that came to my door I could see him thougth the glass I opened the door he was very tall and skinny so killed him and buried him thenn I truned around and there was nother guy I woke up and stayed up oh well
Yes, I sometimes do, Greg.
I keep a leather bound journal and fountain pen on a night table right beside my bed.
I suffer from PTSD so adult night terrors are a fairly frequent occurrence for me.
When I have a particularly nasty dreamโone so terrifying that it awakens me in the middle of the nightโI immediately start writing in my journal about the dream.
I list estimated place of origin and time period.
I note whether I was an active participant in the events unfolding, or if I saw the dream from an outside point of view.
Anything and everything I can recall about the dream, I write it down.
Sounds, smells...everything.
So, having said that, writing has become very therapeutic to me in that sense.
It helps to me remain well-balanced and, in a word, sane.
Your poem sounded horrifying, primarily because of the ambiguity and unknown identity of the slender man at your door.
Thanks again for reading.
I deeply appreciate your feedback
~Deanย :}