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Bed of Lies

Four horsemen there are that think themselves good,

They defend their beliefs as only the deaf would.

For each one a penny, a penny for my thoughts;

They’ll shun the words out of my mouth until I’m seeing spots.

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The rider of the White Horse bears the weight of a crown,

He relishes in vanity and so much gold that he could drown.

Mighty hero that he is, he thinks himself above all others;

He could point his sword at me as he would at his brothers.

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The rider of the Red Horse is an empty shell of smiles,

His morals are so very bleak they spread disease for miles.

It could be that he cannot see the murder and the blood of war;

But still his hands are stained with blood that has been spilled before.

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The rider of the Black Horse must think himself divine,

He weighs the lives of those beneath him less than a glass of wine.

What he knows defines what is, he starves but never tires;

He would remake the world at once to suit his own desires.

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The rider of the Pale Horse is a thunderstorm of pain,

His touch brings death upon the earth where they bury the slain.

When hunger takes the beasts will spread and wreak havoc and fear;

A fourth will die and all will follow Death when he comes near.

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Who would listen to a mute that still has eyes and ears,

If the truth he longs to say would wake anew more fears?

Those who are pure call me a liar, I know it isn’t so;

Their purity is a facade that they formed long ago.

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So I am but a shadow now, a snake who can no longer hiss,

A snake who can no longer warn that something’s gone amiss.

All of you are fools who’ve fallen for your own deceptive guise;

You’ve no right to claim it’s I who sleeps on a bed of lies.

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dear universe;

hello. i am writing to let you know you did good job on the stars, and also on cats.

yours respectfully, me

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A few poems by Rumi that really spoke to me. He was a Persian poet and Sufi master born 807 years ago in 1207. You may also like my wholesome tag.

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-Poem written by Anonymous

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-Poem written by Anonymous

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Sing, my darling sing. Sing to the skies that hold you. Let the world hear your words behind those creaking caws.

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October Scary Stories Day 1

Okay, so I took some artistic liberties with this prompt because I have a lot of the “lives alone” ones coming up and I wanted to do something slightly different. Sorry, it’s kinda bad and the ending is dumb but I tried my best and that’s kinda the point of this whole thing! 

1.     A musician practices. When she finishes a piece, she hears someone clapping for her. She lives alone.

 Marina always hated having to practice in the little room in the basement that her dorm called a “music room.” Even with all of the lights on it was slightly too dark and you could see the dust in the air as though the room hadn’t been touched in years when it got cleaned weakly.

“But I have no other choice,” she sighs as she rubs resin on the bow of her violin. “It’s either this or keep my whole floor awake with my practicing.”

She takes a deep breath and tries to relax as much as she can while sitting at the edge of one of the dusty old couches in the room. She lifts the violin to her chin and resists the urge to close her eyes.

“Start with something simple,” she thinks to herself as she draws her bow across the strings, slowly playing the same melody she’s played a million times to warm-up. She hums absently, lost in the motions playing. Her eyelids droop slightly, barely able to see what she’s doing as most of her concentration goes to the sheet music she once memorized because she loved it so much.

She finishes her song with a lovely crescendo and pauses, breathing deeply and keeping her instrument poised. A slow, heavy clapping echoes around the room, but it takes her a moment to come out of her reverie and notice. When she does, she gets a bit unnerved. She sets her instrument down, first checking around the room for a speaker of some sort, then checking the hallway, convinced this must be some sort of practical joke, but she finds nothing. Not one single hidden speaker, not a single person around.

She goes back in the room and quickly starts to pack up her violin, the feeling of unnerve slowly turning to fear. As she quickly goes to leave the room, she finds that the door is locked from the outside and won’t open. She bangs on the door, her blood running cold.

“Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m locked in! Please somebody help me!” She keeps banging hard on the door, terrified.

“Ah ah ah, I listened to your performance, now you must endure mine.” The voice speaks from inside the room but has no direction, seeming to come from everywhere all at once. She turns around slowly, trying to act tough but her face is pale with fear.

“Who are you? Is this some sort of sick joke? Let me out of here or I swear to God I’ll report you to the Dean of Students.” A cold, humorless laugh is the only response to her words as the sound of an organ starts up. It sounds old, creaking slightly under the effort of making music, if it could be called that. It was more of a cacophony, as if the person playing was hitting the keys for the express purpose of making sounds. A braver person than Marina might have likened it to the screams of the dammed.

Marina slides to the floor, back against the wall and frozen with fear. The song echoing around her seems to go on and on, getting steadily louder and louder, until all at once, everything goes black and silent.

Marina wakes up in one of the white beds of the school clinic and looks around slowly. There’s a nurse standing above her, looking down at her.

“Good, you’re awake.” The nurse smiles gently, carefully removing a wet washcloth from Marina’s head. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, I think. What happened? Last thing I remember was being in the music room.” She trails off slightly, going a bit pale at the remembrance of what happened.

“Music room? One of the custodial staff found you passed out down one of the maintenance hallways in the basement in complete darkness holding an empty violin case. Your roommate said you ran off with the case but forgot the violin in your room.”

“Empty? But I was playing my violin. I had it in the music room.” Marina looks concerned, feeling like she’s going insane. She remembers it, so it had to be true. Right? The nurse gives her a look of concern.

“You live in Eldritch Hall right? Your dorm doesn’t have a music room.” Marina breathes in sharply at that news, looking around in disbelief. The nurse starts to walk off and goes outside the room, talking to someone and glancing over at Marina in concern. Marina sits up a bit, trying hard to remember what really happened and getting lost in trying to discern what’s real from what’s fake.

What finally brings her out of this is a strange noise from somewhere outside her room. A cold, humorless laugh.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for not being very active for a while, there’s been a lot going on. Now, I know that this is a ~poetry~ suggestions blog but I’m doing a 31 days of horror stories challenge and I’m going to post the finish products on here each day. Anyone not interested you can unfollow me for a bit if you want or ignore my posts this month. Anyway, SUPER long post so if anyone wants to see what prompts I’ll be using you can check below the break. Love you all! <3

31 Days of October Story Prompts

1.     A musician practices. When she finishes a piece, she hears someone clapping for her. She lives alone.

2.     Frightening events in a small town lead its citizens to dig up the grave of a deceased inhabitant

3.     Someone gets on the elevator by himself and is never seen by his friends or family again.

4.     The dead walk out of the sea.

5.     A serial killer places an advertisement for a willing victim and finds one.

6.     A couple vacationing in a remote area begins having the same nightmares.

7.     The television switches to another station of its own accord and plays footage of something horrible that happened long before the technology existed to record it.

8.     A spouse or sibling dies. He or she begins to take over the body of the surviving spouse or sibling.

9.     Authorities go through the apartment of a deceased man who lived alone with no known friends or relatives for decades and find something disturbing.

10.  A group of teenagers troll everyone else in an online group by telling made-up stories about the terrible things they’ve done. Things then get out of hand.

11.  Every exhibit in this carnival sideshow is fake. Except this one thing.

12.  The cure for a new deadly epidemic is almost scarier than the disease.

13.  He locked the doors and shuttered the windows. It came in through the roof.

14.  This centuries-old beauty secret is effective but horrifying

15.  A killer toys with his victims by orchestrating a series of false hopes for them.

16.  Tourists on a ghost tour, along with their guide, fall into the hands of an evil presence.

17.  A bride on her honeymoon discovers she’s not her husband’s first wife…not even close.

18.  A young man confesses to a killing that hasn’t happened. The murder he describes takes place while he’s in custody.

19.  An author’s fictional villain stalks him

20.  A patient in a mental hospital encounters a malevolent ghost, but nobody believes her

21.  The ghost in the movie theatre wants everyone to watch one particular snippet of film

22.  The fairy godmother isn’t the god kind of fairy

23.  You open your eyes to complete darkness with the last thing you remember is your car running of the road. You’re hanging upside down and you’re completely immobilized. You can hear something breathing in the room

24.  You’re driving on a country road late at night and far from home. As you check your mirrors, there is a man you do not know, hiding on the floor of your back seat.

25.  The man leans into you. There is a dark red almost black color to the whites of his eyes. You an feel his breath when he says “ We all have it in here. We are all infected.”

26.  You open your eyes and realize that your mind is blank. You can’t see anything and you can’t breathe, but you can hear city noises around you. Then you find out you’re stuffed inside a bag.

27.  You’re a tourist enjoying an evening walk in the historic part of a strange city. You stop to admire a building when the gargoyles start winking at you one at a time.

28.  There’s a haunted house nearby that you go to a lot. You’ve never seen any ghosts, just people looking for a thrill. They never seem to notice you though.

29.  I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window. Then I heard it come from the mirror again.

30.  You’re having breakfast one morning when you get a text from your significant other….who is right next to you and who’s phone is on the counter next to your own.

31.  You wake up on Halloween morning to a nasty surprise – two inches of snow on the ground. There is a set of footprints leading up your driveway and into your house. You live alone.

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All I can do is write. Spill my heart onto these pages, and pray the ink stains yours.

What can you do?// listlesslylistening  (via wordsnquotes)

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my type? beautiful tragedies.

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When you get this, answer with 5 things that make you happy. Then send it to the 10 last people in your notifications anonymously!

Oh!! Uhh...1: My Boyfriend! ❤️2: Mass Effect3: Harry Potter4: Bad Horror Movies5: Alien stuffOuO There you go! Well, other than poetry I guess but I figured that would be a given ^u^

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Reblog if you’re a safe suggestion blog for aces and aros

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With a crown made of quills and a cape made of old parchment paper, I rule a cold, cold library.

With a crown made of plastic and a cape of grey feathers, I rule a cold, cold kingdom.