Tyler R. Martin
Tonight is the night
When little ghouls crowd the streets
To plunder and pillage
In search for sweet treats!
Happy Halloween to all little ghouls!!
Tag: horror
The Impaler
Tyler R. Martin
I’m the impaler.
I love to bite your neck and
And loathe the morning.
To Avoid Choas
Tyler R Martin
Smoke screen of a thousand cigarettes,
in a place where tomes of madness fell,
Where silent nights go on forever
And your own thoughts become a hell
In this self imposed abyss of blackness
Where the torrents of dark rum swell.
Through this shroud I cannot see
Imprisoned by my ending…what tragedy
Has God in store for me?
But, by now I should have figured
And deciphered all the plans,
By now I should have noticed
I’m weakened only by my hands.
Engaged with my goliath
I cannot submit to my demands,
For through this shroud I cannot see
Imprisoned by my ending…what tragedy
Has God in store for me?
To gaze upon a dark horizon–
The horizon glows as day becomes alive
And ask yourself the solemn question “why
Was it only the darkness which I derive?
For is day’s illumination always so bitter
That tis only in deep abyss that I survive?”
For through this shroud I cannot see
Imprisoned by my ending…what tragedy
Has God in store for me?
And there’s a comfort in seeing nothing,
Yet, still darkness fails to quell the woes,
And my locked doors still feel so fragile
And it is this I fear life’s horror knows;
So i meditate on each second passing,
As outside a terrible chaos softly flows
For through this shroud I cannot see
Imprisoned by my ending…what tragedy
Has God in store for me?
Voyeur by the Shore
Tyler R. Martin
What a brilliant display I witnessed today
As dawn broke in the great sea’s front line.
And what a scene, like from a glorious dream.
Which I had dreamt once upon a time
And so gazing this morning upon murky sea
It seemed conflict had encountered our shore
As shining steel ships faced off in the distance
I prayed for viciousness, bloodshed and gore!
And all at once a gleeful group had gathered;
We, by the shore, with the waves lapping near
To witness the hell rain and the scorn splatter
From the certain safety of this distant pier.
In a moment, cannon blast broke loose in a fiery blaze!
The crowd laughed and shouted in a heated cheer!
While sea rocked and ships swayed in a thrash!
We watched from the safety of this distant pier.
The ship’s explosions echoed in the salty sea air,
Viciously trading volleys of a thousand hot spheres,
A cataclysm of chaos, shrapnel, cannon blast and blood
And we watched from the safety of this distant pier.
The ships began to sink, one after one after one;
And yet, we on the pier, felt fevered joy, not fear,
As splintering ships sank in the smoke and flame
And we cheered from the safety of this distant pier.
A World of No Heros
Tyler R. Martin
“The end draweth nigh!” Shouts a man on the corner
Waving a flag and dressed in rags.
What a sight to behold,
I thought with a grin,
It was something out of a movie,
A madman screaming of sin.
And yet, perhaps he is right
And his message is true
But in a world bereft of heros
I suppose there’s nothing we can do.
“Bomb Shelled Suburbia”
Tyler R. Martin
Old tired towns along the east coast,
Rusted trains roar by in the night,
The oceanside’s littered in rubble and dust
And only the stars provide light.
Back streets bomb shelled like Beirut
And shattered city’s a hell of a sight.
Shredded sunk war ships have distance,
But their submerged hulls reflect sun,
Bombshells still exploding on long island sound
Scream the battle has not yet been won
Soot’s repainted suburban scenes
Under clouds cloaked in toxic haze
Bullets rattling off, each an echo of the last,
And seem not to cease for days.
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I Wrote A Riddle
Tyler R. Martin
I exist a once when darkness convalesce,
And do what I will at no man’s behest.
From granting wishes at my very best,
To causing mayhem, trouble and distress,
Both by way of existential dread and of a tiny biting pest
I can shake even carefee birds from their little nests.
What am I?
“Ebony Sky”
Tyler R. Martin
Well the sky’s gone ebony now,
The winds pick up when it’s dark,
They’re all from the north now,
With each gust as the limbs bow
And the trees are all stripped of their bark.
The hurricane comes from Atlanta,
Now the rains are here to stay.
Season of terror here in Georgia,
Now those storms will have their day.
All the stray cats seeking shelter,
Fishermen have hunkered down.
All winds are from the north now,
Every hunter wears a frown.
The rivers have become whirlpools,
We’re at the Apex, by the sound,
The sky’s gone ebony now
All the fish are set to drown.
A short story of mine that was recently published in a horror magazine. Figured I’d share!!
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