Showing posts with label Anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anger. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Fakes and Frauds



You know,upon much contemplation recently and silently watching as Facebook plays out,  I have to say what angers me the most is to see all these fakers, people who pretend to know of the supernatural world,who pretend to believe it exists or that they are part of it when they know nothing of it, when they have not experienced it in any way or form and yet, they pretend to know or be something they are not when those of us who are part of it, who do know well of it are scrutinized, picked apart and not believed because of these fakers..We are those who are different from the rest if humanity and that's what separates us from the rest,the great divide.

It angers me for those of us who are part of the supernatural world to be mocked simply because of these people and/or by these same very people who know naught of what it is to be part if it.

Fakers playing a game, while those of us who are part of it, silently watch this ridiculous prevaricate play out,only to be served an injustice when we do speak up because of the fakers...Those people  who cannot even show their true faces...I stand up now and say, it angers me,  despite the fact I exceed the 25th evolution of the raven...not that of the human who plays their little games and many still only on the sixth evolution,not the seventh which is in fact the sixth sense...It's fun for them,yes,because they know naught,their ignorance blinds them from truly seeing or believing for they have never delved into the unknown because they fear it but they pretend to be fearless and part of it,yes fun,but what of those who know and feel what it is like to be different or chosen and who are part of it?

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Trusth Naught The Demon

Image By Josh at Wikapedia Commons


Never let hate and anger rule your life for nothing good ever comes from it, nothing at all! I have always written horror stories but also like to dabble with horror poetry sometimes incorporating every day lifes evils into it. I love writing horror because the human mind will never cease to be fascinated by the unknown.

Alone in the darkness
Dreaded feelings
Sinking to despair
Going down into the quicksand
Lost in the fog
Void of fear

Trusth not the demon
Who speaks nothing but lies
It utters no truths.............


To read full poem please visit the link below. Feel free to share this poem with others! Hope you enjoy!

Trusth Naught The Demon

Until next time happy reading and writing! Cheers Tanya

Sunday, November 15, 2009

A Fit of Rage



Here we go again, another horror poem – you would think I am becoming a pro at it or something.This poem is about rage and to what extent it can actually take hold of someone. People who were once normal, who have been pushed too far can dramatically change by letting evil into their hearts.
I enjoy writing horror as well as horror poetry because the human mind will never cease to be fascinated by the unknown.

A Fit of Rage

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Life In The Trenches


The above photo is from Wikipedia.

This poem is for remembrance day and it is about life in the trenches. It is much cruder then I normally write in poetry,however; as I envisioned life in the trenches wasn’t sweet and pretty,it was nasty and cruel,death everywhere and no where to hide from it. My great grandfather, Harold Leadbetter served both in world war one and world war two, in the trenches for the first world war and stationed in Briton as an air force captain for the second war. I can clearly remember my mom telling me that every time she would ask him questions about the war he would break down and cry because the memories were so horrendous and then he would open a bottle to try and forget. Personally I believe to survive something like that you needed a lot of anger and courage and I tried to put as much of that into this poem as I possibly could.

Life In The Trenches

Thursday, August 27, 2009

To Be Set Free

Image by Wikapedia


This is another horror poem I wrote.Hope it scares the hell out of you and provokes some deep dark thoughts.

She looked in the mirror
She didn’t like what she saw
Possessed by a demon
She began to claw

Willing herself to come forth
And fight........


To view full poem please visit the link below.Feel free to share with others.Hope you enjoy!


To Be Set Free

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