Nesta Scrudge by Richard Bell

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Nesta Scrudge was ancient
Skin like sludge and sun-baked fudge
She shambled on her veiny legs and muttered ‘neath death breath

Nesta was a foundling
Left in a bag with booze soaked rags
She only knew donated love
and contact from a wicker cane

Nesta lived a road life
From army to a leathered carnie
She rode the ghost train bumper
And lost her heart to scares

When the rolling funnel clouds
Made sunder her spooky wonder
She landed in an open field
Surrounded by her terror props

With the takings from the summer months
She bought the land, spat on her hands
And built herself a palace
From her dire imagination

The bumper cars were clown cars
Beef-heart red and living dead
They’d drive into a ghost town
Where the monsters lay in wait

Creatures fashioned from the corn
A pig’s blood rain in the house of pain
The demons and demented folk
And limbless laughing gorks

Word soon spread of this bazaar
A haunted land in hell’s command
She packed it full of horrors
And twisted nightmare fuel

Pitch black run-throughs chased by psychos
Asylum surgeries and cells
Vampire towers, werewolf woods
The circles into Dante’s hell
The hungry for live flesh deceased
The unhinged and the saw blade freaks
The dollies and the puppet scares
The whispered pleas to murder shrieks

Nesta saw each sunrise burst
As people fled their wallets bled
Her vision promised complete satisfaction
Nesta Scrudge, the mother of the famous haunt attraction.

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Meg Muckel Bones. Swamp hag

Original written work by Richard Bell aka @rick_nightmare

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Mayfly Meteorite by Tony Norton

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Our eyes they meet and all the lying ends
Listen to fate and the signals that She sends
We’ve just met – but feel the Deja vu,
I’ve been right here a million times before with you

Don’t fight the feelings- don’t even try?
Cast your eyes up to the sky
Let’s join together – touch the night,
You know it feels so right
We are Mayfly Meteorites
Let our love ignite the night
Like Mayfly Meteorites

Forget tomorrow forever’s here with me
Ours souls they roll- fixed eternity
No – if -what – where -why or how,
Love is here – Love is right now

Let’s join together – embrace the night
Like Mayfly Meteorites
Don’t let me go –please hold me tight
We shine so bright like Mayfly Meteorites
Come the morning light
I’ll leave with the night
Like a Mayfly Meteorite

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Original Written work by Tony Norton aka @iwilltwittowho

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Disturbed Sleep by Richard Bell

This is for the Freewill Writer’s Asylum inmates with insomnia.

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Insomnia by point23

Under the greatness
that is the night canvas
Tattered in shreds
of silver lit clouds
Everything round me
has closed for a respite
The dead of night whispers
“sleep, cast off your shroud”

Milk in the fridge light
chilled nips in my throat
My dreams have departed
on lantern lit boats
Reality sways
as my mind scape reboots
Insomnia scribbles
What the day never wrote

Pacing a groove in the
carpet’s bare threads
Lumbering bones with a
Mako shark brain
Soft soothing rhythms
rim shots in my ear drums
I can’t pull the cord
that will slow down the train

TV dissolves the last
remnants of dreams
A genie appears
in the whistle cloud steam
He grants me a coffee buzz swirled into cream
Insomnia takes me
Where the day’s never been

Ideas awaken
to conquer rem sleep
The dawn chorus chides me
For not counting sheep
Dreams cast the net
in the unconscious deep
Only my soul
is mine left to keep

Under the greatness that is
the night canvas
Festooned with gold dust
dropped into cassis
My mind is still racing
a blur on the metronome
Slowly I sink into sleep by degrees

The curious remedies
don’t work at all
The nets in the depths
they return to a squall
Plummet to earth when
my plane’s in a stall
Insomnia cushions
When I hit the wall

Insomnia let go
I’m ready to fall.

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Sleep Paralysis by ElusiveDreams07

Original Written Lyric Poetry by Richard Bell

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