Tag Archives: Horror

It Feasts On Fear II

Posted on November 1, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

It Feasts On Fear IIby Michael DoyleII.From beyond the grave, Matty spokeAbout pickle jars and things that broke.It certainly sounded as if impossible,But maybe it was just improbable.It’s hard to believe that some things are true,But we’re bound to believe, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Believe, Chain, Fear, Feat, Grave, Horror, Impposible, Improbable, It, Night, Poetry and Poems, Right, Saity, True, Unfinished Business, Victorry's Crown, Wrong | Leave a comment

New Orleans Home Rules

Posted on October 27, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

New Orleans Home Rulesby Michael Doyle”Whites Only”, read the ugliest sign.It was as if, by some sort of designThe conspiracists were inclined to provoke,The arrogant mulatto who so often spoke.Little did they know the shadow empireIn which the Devil befriends … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged "Whites Only", Alderman, Confidece, Desing, Devil, Fantasy, Home Rules, Horror, Mulatto, New Orleans, Poetry and Poems, Provoke, Shadow Emire, Sign, Vampire, vampires | Leave a comment

Ed Gein’s Mind

Posted on October 11, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Ed Gein’s Mindby Michael DoyleThis time of year, with all of its chillsHas taught us, along with all the thrillsThat the worst monster is the human one.Among the animals, we are who kill for fun.Post-World War II saw a rising … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Aggression, American Murderland, American Society, Answer, Bloodstream, Brokenness, Catastrophe, Chill, Common Thread, Confluence, Conspiracy, Crazy Wall, Devastation, Deviance, Ed Gein, Eden, Evaluation, Fetus, Fun, Greed, Haste, Hate, Horror, Human, Impulse, Indifference, Industrial Waste, Lead, Lunacy, Meta-Analysis, Mnd, Myster, Nerrative, Patterns, Pins, Poetry and Poems, Poison, Serial Killing, Smelter Smoke, Taught, Thrill, Trtuh, Violence, Worst Monster | Leave a comment

A Sense of Loneliness

Posted on October 9, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

A Sense of Lonelinessby Michael DoyleThe strange new thoughts are invasive.The changes to what life is are pervasive.One must be careful out on the street,Especially of who one decides to eat,To keep things in the superlative, One must never eat … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Attempt, Changes, Eat, Emptiness, Fantasy, Feelings, Friend, Hesitation, Horror, Invasive, Life, Liiquid, Live Forever, Loneliness, Page, Pervasive, Poetry and Poems, Rage, Relative, Sense, Street, Superlative, Thirst, Thought, Unanswered Question, Unquenchable, Value, vampires | Leave a comment

The Life of A Vampire

Posted on October 7, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

The Life of A Vampire by Michael DoyleA new vampire feels invincible at nightBut it’s quite the opposite in sunlight.Transformational in a flash of firsts,The provocations are felt in the thirst.Vampires are the apex predators holding control,The keepers of life … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Apex Predator, Control, Horror, Invincible, Life, Murder, Poetry and Poems, Second Language, Soul, Sunlight, Thirst, Vampire, vampires | Leave a comment

Like A New Look of Horror

Posted on October 6, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Like A New Look of Horrorby Michael DoyleWe look back on yesterday’s self,Like a new look of horror from our shelf,And as we turn from page to pageWe find more foolishness than wisdom from a sage.Memory is a monster as … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Apology, Fantasy, Foolishness, Groan, Horror, Host, Lapdogs of Hell, Memory, Monstger, New Look, Page, Poetry and Poems, Sage, Shelf, Vampire, vampires, Writing, Yesterday | Leave a comment

The Rise of Cthulhu’s Kingdom

Posted on October 3, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

The Rise of Cthulhu’s Kingdomby Michael DoyleI.The world around us is in crisis.Yet it is just as it finds us. Those we call friends try to advise usAbout all the badness they think we need because..Things couldn’t be bad enoughAs … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged After Afction, Aloe, Aucton, Badness, Crisis, Cthulhu, Emergecy, Faith, Friends, Home, Horror, Identity, Kingdom, lovecraft, Poetry and Poems, Priority, Rise, Surviivor, World | Leave a comment

The Details on Liberty Street

Posted on October 2, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

The Details On Liberty Streetby Michael DoyleMortality beats a heavy drum in perspective.Memories of past conversations are kept respectiveOf all the years that have since come and gone.Only the night herself can say when to move on.The sharing of souls … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Books, Confession, Conversation, Desecration, Details, Error, Fiction, Horror, Liberty Street, Memory, Morbidity, Mortaility, Movies, Negotiation, Night, Perspective, Poetry and Poems, Reconciliation, Respective, Share, Soul, Truth, Undead, Unsaid, Vampire, vampires, Years | Leave a comment

Thought For the Day: Drama Is Life With the Dull Bits Left Out. There Is No Terror In the Bang, Only In the Anticipation of It

Posted on August 13, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

“Drama is life with the dull bits left out. There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. I believe in putting the horror in the minds of the audience, and not necessarily on the screen. … Continue reading →

Posted in Thought For the Day | Tagged Alfred Hitchcock, Anticipation, Audience, Bang, Drama, Dull Bits, Endurance, Film, Horror, Length, Life, Mind, Screen, Terror, Thought For the Day | Leave a comment

Beneath the Skin

Posted on April 12, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Beneath the Skinby Michael DoyleThere just beneath my skinAs simple as you pleaseIs the real me that beginsWith the will not to appeaseBut to be just who I am insideBehind my appearance, I hideDisguised by the roles I playIs the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged Appearance, Appease, Beneath, Blues, Disguise, Fiction, Guitar, Heart, Hide, Horror, Inside, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Real Me, Road, Roles, Short Story, Simple, Skin, Str, Tales, Thousand voices, Writing | Leave a comment