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Old 10-22-2013, 03:23 AM
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Short but creepy poem

"Like one that on a lonesome road doth walk in fear and dread,
and having once turned 'round, walks on, and turns no more his head,
because he knows a frightful fiend doth close behind him tread."

from "Rime of the Ancient Mariner", by Samuel Coleridge

Got any short, unsettling poems? Share, please.
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Old 10-22-2013, 05:56 AM
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Something is standing
Right behind you.
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Old 10-22-2013, 10:21 AM
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I porn-surfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious porn-site of triple X galore,
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
"Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"
Quoth the server, 404.

Scary shit.
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Old 10-22-2013, 11:37 AM
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Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?

The Smiths - I Know It's Over
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Old 10-22-2013, 12:18 PM
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I've always found William Carlos Williams' "The Term" creepy.
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Old 10-22-2013, 01:20 PM
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Tell me a story, Father, please do.
I've kissed Mama and I've said my prayers,
And I've bade goodnight to the soft pussycat
And the little gray mouse that lives under the stairs.

Tell me a story, Father, please do,
Of power-crazed vampires of monstrous size,
Of hordes of malevolent man-eating crabs,
And pea-green zombies with x-ray eyes.

--G. N. Sprod

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Old 10-22-2013, 04:18 PM
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You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

- Margaret Atwood
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Old 10-22-2013, 07:41 PM
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Little Willie, full of gore
Nailed his sister to the floor.
Willie's always up to tricks.
Ain't he cute?
He's only six.
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Old 10-22-2013, 11:30 PM
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THEY shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.
But there is no road through the woods. - Rudyard Kipling

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Old 10-23-2013, 12:16 AM
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ONE need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.

Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.

Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one’s own self encounter
In lonesome place.

Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror’s least.

The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O’erlooking a superior spectre
More near.

- Emily Dickinson
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Old 10-23-2013, 12:52 AM
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"Like one that on a lonesome road doth walk in fear and dread,
and having once turned 'round, walks on, and turns no more his head,
because he knows a frightful fiend doth close behind him tread."

from "Rime of the Ancient Mariner", by Samuel Coleridge

Got any short, unsettling poems? Share, please.
Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
On its face it's wearing your confused expression
Where your eyes don't go

They Might Be Giants – Where Your Eyes Don't Go
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Old 10-23-2013, 01:41 AM
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Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller!
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Old 10-23-2013, 02:17 AM
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Tooth Fairy http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Tooth_Fairy
Sitting up without the light will cause the fairy man to bite. His mouth is plenty full of teeth. He got them from the ones who peek. Peeking at his ugly face will cause the mouth a horrid pain. For he yanks the teeth out one by one, it's not exactly for the fun. The sheets have fallen to the floor. A stronger tug than the one before. I took a peek to see how vile, staring as it crouched and smiled.

Torn flesh revealed his grin. A jagged spine from growing thin. If I hadn't lost a tooth that day, he would've took them all away. Give a free one, he will go, leaving you to sleep alone. But keep your teeth clean late at night, and he won't come to take a bite.

Fail to even floss, I suppose. Opening your jaw he goes. Licking all the teeth up, then

Puts them in your mouth again.
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Old 10-23-2013, 03:29 AM
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Steamer Trunk

Sure, Sam, I looked up in the attic,
But the noise didn't come from there.
It was closer. No sir, I don't believe in ghosts.
When you're dead you're dead's
my motto and my prayers,
but I'd give a lot to know just what it was
went "thump" in that old spare bedroom upstairs.

Now there's a wardrobe there and that old
steamer trunk that drunken uncle Amos sent here
just before he disappeared.

I did try to open it. Down on my knees
with all the keys that I could find.
No, I don't mind if we try again.

See, Sam, the lock's all rusted.
I never trusted locks anyway.
Oh! There she goes! Try to raise the lid.
See, there's his clothes and--
--something's hid under 'em.

Say, Sam. This is odd---
Oh my god!

Author unknown--found in the Downey, California, Historical Society newsletter,
Hallowe'en 1992
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Old 10-23-2013, 04:19 AM
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Creepy because it's true.


This Be The Verse
By Philip Larkin


They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
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Old 10-23-2013, 10:03 AM
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Close Your Eyes
-- Daniel Glasser, 2003


Close your eyes and sleep
There are demons in your dreams

Go to sleep my darling
there's a demon underneath your bed

Demons in your bed
are going to eat you up

Stay in your bed
There are landmines on the floor.
The demons in your bed
are going to eat you up

Sugar and spice and everything nice
Why do you think we say that?
So the demons in your bed
will want to eat you up

You used to have a sister
She wouldn't go to sleep
The demons in her bed
Ate her up

Do not call for your mother;
Who is it you think who let the demons in
to eat you up?

Snakes and Snails and Puppydog tails;
(pause; shrug)
Who can account for the tastes of demons?

Baby don't you cry
or the demons won't wait until you're asleep
before they eat you up

That is not a blanket...
(very long, poignant pause)
Demons in your bed
are going to eat you up

My father sang this song to me
But he slipped and fell on a landmine
And the Demons underneath my bed
Ate him up

Goodnight

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Old 10-24-2013, 11:37 PM
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There was a man who lived in Leeds
He filled his garden full of seeds.
And when the seeds began to grow
It was like a garden filled with snow.
And when the snow began to melt
It was like a ship without a belt.
And when the ship began to sail
It was like a bird without a tail.
And when the bird began to fly
It was like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky began to roar
It was like a lion at my door.
And when the door began to crack
It was like a pen knife in my back.
And when my back began to bleed
I was dead, dead, dead, indeed.

Can't remember the author's name, but it's from one of those "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" books for kids.
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Old 10-24-2013, 11:53 PM
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Into the family drinking well
Willy pushed his sister Nell
She's there yet
Because it kilt her
Now we have to buy a filter
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Old 10-25-2013, 12:40 AM
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Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you?

- T. S. Eliot, "The Waste Land"

I know it's supposed to be a Biblical allusion, but it always seemed creepy to me.

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Old 10-25-2013, 03:43 AM
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Not creepy, but...this was in an old copy of Road and Track by the late Henry Manney III

Ran into some trippers
in my swift de dion bouton;
squashed them flat as kippers,
left them aussi mort qui mouton.
Oh, what a nuisance trippers are!
I must now repaint the car!
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Old 10-25-2013, 08:15 AM
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Originally Posted by HazelNutCoffee View Post
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you?

- T. S. Eliot, "The Waste Land"

I know it's supposed to be a Biblical allusion, but it always seemed creepy to me.
Eliot's annotations for this state that this "is a phenomenon I've observed many times," so it's not a Biblical allusion, and it creeped out T. S. himself.
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Old 10-25-2013, 09:08 AM
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"Like one that on a lonesome road doth walk in fear and dread,
and having once turned 'round, walks on, and turns no more his head,
because he knows a frightful fiend doth close behind him tread."

from "Rime of the Ancient Mariner", by Samuel Coleridge
That's my favorite poem so I feel compelled to note, If anyone here is unfamiliar with "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" the OP only quoted a tiny bit of it. The whole poem is really long. Really good, but it'll take more a just a few minutes to read.
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Old 10-25-2013, 09:45 AM
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Eliot's annotations for this state that this "is a phenomenon I've observed many times," so it's not a Biblical allusion, and it creeped out T. S. himself.
Actually I looked up the notes and it's a reference to an Arctic expedition where the explorers began hallucinating another person among them or something. I'm sure Eliot must have been aware of the Biblical connotations of it as well. But yeah, his footnote just makes it creepier.
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Old 10-26-2013, 01:07 PM
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My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold -
Some vault that oft hath flung its black
And wingéd panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals -
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone -
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

From "The Sleeper" by Edgar Allan Poe
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Old 10-26-2013, 04:01 PM
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http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/en.../cs6/stop.html

"Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.

http://poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536

"The Road Less Traveled" by Robert Frost.

The first one's about death, but the second one also makes me nervous, for some reason. I wound up writing (and selling) a scary story based loosely on the latter to an e-zine this year.
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Old 10-26-2013, 04:10 PM
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Speaking of Emily:

I heard a Fly buzz (465)
by Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portions of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –

With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –


Yikes!




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