Happy Horror Haikuesday everyone!!
Lots of fun poetry today, starting with one from our Horror Made resident poet Patrick Rahall:
The flames burn brightly.
Soon they will reach the gas tank.
My seat belt traps me.
I know what I did,
But I’m feeling much better.
Just ask my mother.
— Haiku of Horror (@haikuofhorror) March 1, 2016
There’s no place like home.
I dream each night of that place,
And wake up screaming.#HorrorHaikuesday
— Ax Lizzie (@AxLizzie) March 1, 2016
My power twists light
To brighten paranoia
Spark fires not for me pic.twitter.com/VxVSLXFxEO
— Nano Horror (@tweetsthecreeps) March 1, 2016
She waits for her love,
pale, trembling, silent. She walks—
among the undead
— A. F. Stewart (@scribe77) March 1, 2016
— Ross Smeltzer (@RossTellsTales) March 1, 2016
And no and then.
But you can fix that by using #horrorHaikuesday on twitter or intsagram. Your post, be it art or poetry will have a chance to be featured here on Horror Made next week.
Until then, happy creating 🙂