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Howard Pyle

New; Knew

I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
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https://theprose.com/post/143098/new-knew

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Jean-Léon Gérôme

How Much

Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

you II

Desire,

Will,

Fire;

I Have

Said It

Before.
It Is

What

Drives me

To your

Door.
Wanting More

&

More

you

Pox Riddled

Whore.

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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

Murder

I’ll Murder
you
Murder you
Murder you
Murder you
With Words
In Case
you Haven’t
Heard
I’ll Come
To your
House
or
Pull you
From your
Spouse
With Words
Words
Words
Words
you Got
your Little
Clique
&

you
Think
you’re
the Shit
I’ll Kick
In your
Door
Yes,
With Words
Words
Words
Words
Because
When
the Words
Have Stopped
You’ve
All Ready
Been Dropped
With Words
Words
Words
Words
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

More

you Want More
Kick In Their Door
you Ain’t No Whore

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Antonio da Correggio

Antonio da Correggio

Jade

my First
Love
I Would
Like
To Say
a Girl
but
That Is
Just
a Whirl
of Heart
Break
&

Emotion
me
No me
That
Is Not
the Answer
Words
Possibly
They Could
Fill
the Void
I am
Lacking
It’s Been
Hard
Not Gay
This Twisted
Bed
I’ve Made
&
I Don’t
Think
I’ve
Ever
Laid
my Heart
Before
a Door
you See
Jade
Will Suffer
No More
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Charles Le Brun

Charles Le Brun

you Rang

a Knock On the Door.
I Knew It Would Come.
Break my Back; I Ain’t Gonna Run.

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

A Cacophony
of Shadows,
&

All
I Feel
Is Fear.
As I
Look
In to
Those Eyes,
Those Eyes
of
a Seer.
Cards UnFold,
Marking me
For Death;
Both
Dark
&

Bold,
That Grimm
Jester
Holds me
In His
Hand.
What Ever
you Do
Don’t
Go Home.
It’s
the Grave.
That Evil
Place;
Leave
your Dead
UnMourned;
Showing me
the Door,
Refusing Pay;
She Says
Never More.
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Fritz von Wille

Fritz von Wille

Blackened Stone
Broken Bones
Tumbled Thrones
Has All
Led me
Here
From Cairn
To
Head Land
Has Been
my Plight
To
your Door
to Demand
Satisfaction
By
the Sword
Mistletoe
From
the Grove
Has Set
me Right
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Santiago Camado

Santiago Camado

#‎ScaryStoryIn5Words‬


#‎She‬
Took Off
Her ‪#‎Clothes‬.

The ‪#‎Smell‬
Was Truly
‪#‎Obscene‬.

I ‪#‎Ran‬
For
the ‪#‎Door‬.

#‎Praying‬
She
Did ‪#‎Not‬
Follow.
‪#‎B27321‬

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