Title: A Beautiful Garden
Author: Stoned Ferret
Genre: Nature Horror

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Corrupted Jan 26, 2024 Trapped in a fever dream, screaming at God, Imploring Elohim on fates promenade. Thinking in circles while speaking in tongues, A sun weeping fire at his plans undone. The righteous and wicked are equally damned, As horsemen in crimson rampage across lands Enveloped in excess, extolling the blight Of fabulous riches when hardships in sight. Weep for the meek, for there’s naught to inherit, The sovereigns made sins out of scholar and merit. Perfidious architects left out the soffit, The temples are run by the rule of false profits. Paradise, lost, floating just out of reach, The victims of vipers and lies that they preach.

Sup everybody, I'm Stoned Ferret. I write poetry about stories I think of, and things that piss me off that I can't control. This poem is one of the latter. Please enjoy this latest attempt at screaming my art into the void.

Title: Corrupted

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Gnome Dance (Demo) | Stoned Ferret's Woodland Wanderings Get more from Stoned Ferret's Woodland Wanderings on Patreon

Ever wanna trip balls at a forest gnome dance party? I did, and this was the music they played to help ease me into the visuals. Very hospitable gnomes, 10/10 would recommend.

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Ballyhoo Feb 28, 2024 Ballyhoo, humdinger, funky macaroni, Nibble frozen kerosene with my cousin Ptoneigh. Herds of camels stampeding through the needles eye, Masquerading as the clergy, no one knowing why. Filling pages every day with random bits of knowledge, Been treading water every day since graduating college. I’m no adult, but not a boy, stuck somewhere in between, Development, for years arrested, since I was a teen. Staring blindly through the windshield, contemplating space, Laughing/Crying, Hoping/Fearing for the human race. Criminals in tailored suits, dementia plotting wars, When the conmen call the nukes, I hope I have clean drawers. Bury me face down, cuz I can’t bear to see the rest, Humanity has failed itself; nobody can contest. Title: Ballyhoo Author: Stoned Ferret

Title: Ballyhoo
Author: Stoned Ferret

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Somewhere in Time Just now Lungs now constrict as the strength flees my knees And I drift through the years on antiquities breeze. Visions so vivid, the present dissolves Till I’m standing in memories, fully resolved. I’m drunk in a dorm room, surrounded by friends, Not knowing I’ll never be with them again. We revel and toast the delights which await, Until the dawn breaks and we’re forced through the gates. Impaled by the arrows of numerous clocks, I fall through adulthood and beg time to stop. A day’s now a decade, I’ve nothing to show For the years that I’ve wasted not chasing my goals. I stumble through life like a drunken old coot, To numb to suss out the dregs from the loot. Scenes spiral out from my blind inner eyes And dissipate swiftly as dreams become lies. Snapped back to the present, I stare at a screen And continue my work as I hear my soul scream.

Title: Somewhere in Time
Author: #StonedFerret

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Title: Man, That's A Foul Sight
Author: #StonedFerret

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Mushrooms! The explosion of fungal growth blew him apart In a sickening mockery of modernist art. Scattered remains rained down over houses Of peasants and noblemen, dousing the louses. Fear gripped the streets as the mushrooms took hold In flesh, gravel, masonry, all over mold Would come sprouting from eyeballs, took root under nails, But worst of all suffered the ones who inhaled. Alveoli ruptured by burgeoning spores Saw those of great strength dropping dead to the floor. As citizens fled from this nightmare come true New townships fell under its wicked purview. In under a month, the kingdom was buried, As new forms of life destroyed the unwary.

Happy Monday everyone! I hope life is treating you well today. Have a free #horror #poem about a kingdom with a bad fungal infection. I hope you enjoy it! Take care of yourselves, and have the best day you can, you deserve it!

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Title: Mushrooms!

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Chocolate glaze, bear claw, Bavarian cream, Am I really in this holy realm or is this just a dream? I can smell the coffee, fresh baked goods; Swaying in line where so many have stood. The lights are too bright, they're hurting my head, Can someone just give me some jelly filled bread? And three apple fritters, a cruller or two, At this moment, any old fry cake will do. Rev up those fryers and ready the glaze, As I'm very drunk, and just as amazed At the flavor they pack into frosting and dough, Now stand the hell back and watch my bill grow. Dozens or hundreds, I can't get enough Of these twists so sublime, ah yes, that's the stuff. The driver is ready, it's my time to go, I think I'll just grab a half dozen or so. We get in the car and start to head home, What's this in the bag? A bagel!? God, no!

Happy Friday everyone! I hope life is treating you well today. Have a free #poem about bounteous donuts with a shocking twist ending! I kept it safe in my coat pocket, just for you ❤️

Title: Drunken Donuts

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You sold us for peanuts you won’t even get And now we’ll all sink in the same pit of shit. I hope you can’t swim so you drown in it first, I’ll stand on your back through this extinction burst.

Happy Tuesday everyone, I'm #StonedFerret. Enjoy this short little #poem about the illiterate fart-chuggers that sold America out to literal Nazis for more bald-faced lies and abuse. If you think they can handle words longer than three letters, you can use this as a breakup card with them, my treat.

TW: Depression, Suicide Welcome - Title Greetings, hello, and welcome to the end. Come become anonymous, like all your other friends. Cast aside the velvet rope and step behind the veil, Enter blackened plains where evil weeping sirens wail. Comfort is a vapor rumor in this endless gloom, You dreamt of glowing paradise, not this barren tomb. No mother hears your cry for help, No father hears your screams, It's time to grasp what you have done, that this is not a dream.

Happy Monday everyone, I hope you're all having a good start to your week! Getting through my backlog and have another #poem to share with you! This isn't a happy piece, but writing it got me through a particularly bad night.

TW: Depression, Suicide

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