Boogeyman – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution, a division of Blank Paper Press.


monster-426996_1920He haunts my dreams

Without warning he’s there!

I’m all alone

I know this place

But obscurity blurs my vision

Along with the damp, foggy night

I walk toward an old roundabout

It’s on the edge of a field

Just a small play area

I remember

It’s part of a childhood

Where friends played

On innocent afternoons

With bicycles parked on the hard concrete

But it’s cold and wet

Lamp light struggles in the gloom  

And I look as it begins to turn

I’m afraid

It’s him, he’s coming

It’s him, he’s nearby

It’s him, he’s so close

It’s Him.

An ominous shadow

Bulking, menacing

Eerily shimmering in the dark light

And I freeze in the sound of his voice

He bawls incomprehensively

A noise that sends terror

Through my being, in fear

Of his next action

That never comes

Just the noise and the threat

I want to…

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Vampire (edited version)

We have a saying over here about public transport that says ‘you wait a long time for one to come along and then two arrive at the same time’.

This is why with Charlie’s permission that I reblog for your scary pleasure another Vampire themed poem.

And if I might add… it’s gooood !!

Go check out his other work here.

Charlies Blog

I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.

Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,

Taking your life,

And consuming it whole.

No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,

 My worry, my pain,

My plight.

I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.


Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,

With all my worries,

With all my cares.


The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,

 I used to be.

And feed I will on your burning light,

Consuming and fading,

Your inner might.

But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.

The night is long,

As they say.

But have faith in me,

And bring back the man,

I used to be.

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Spiral Vampire

I’m a big fan of the Vampire genre so when I read this how could I not ask (and get permission I might add) to reblog this.

A great collaboration of imaginations in poetry. Go check out their work over at Caribou Crossings and The Art of Making Spirals.

Their Fangtastic. Sorry couldn’t resist.

Raw Earth Ink

I’m hungry for you
my tongue rakes my teeth
searching for any last vestiges of you
(for the aftertaste of the aftermath
for the memory of the spiraling path)

finding none but a faint whisper
I find myself flying to you
stealing up behind you
(on wings of silent leather
with fingertips as soft as feathers)

my nails scratch furrows along your spine
leaning in close
inhaling your scent
(the smoke left from the last cigarette
the perfume choking on its last breath)

that soft place just beneath your ear
licking my famished lips
I lower my face and gently suck
(the last traces of the clementine
the taste of raw touch, soaked in brine)

there, right there, along your neck
(where still waters run deep
quietly, painted red, underneath)

nip and suck, lick and kiss
as you begin to sway
giving in to my fervor
your heart racing…

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Cleansed – The Mush from the Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution, a division of Blank Paper Press.


I look

Up at the sky wanting to jump in

Astral project

Into the clear blue ocean above me

Head first

The cooling breeze soothes my soul

I float

In the currents of air, surfing with Sylphs

On high

My body is washed of all earthly grime

I’m cleansed

My head clears from life’s stress

Life’s angst


I feel whole

I feel Complete

I am relaxed

I am happy

I’m content to just be


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