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poet Anonymous

Eye mayke drakulah look lyke mickee mouce

Eye ain't crazee.
Eye ain't dissturbd.
Eye jus lyke tew sitt around nekkid
wit my tew hairee nutz draggin' onda dirt flwhore.
Mai nuttz r huge.
DAT meenz beeg.
Eye lyke tew eat fleyez tew.
Nope.
Eye ain't innsayne.
Eye'z wryte.
Eye'z gott durty bawllz.

AleKsandrovich47
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 2nd Sep 2014
Forum Posts: 7

Its kind of funny..
its kind of sad..
how i used to be happy..
but now im mad...

ITS KIND OF STUPID
AND ITS KIND OF STRANGE
HOW I USED TO BE NORMAL
BUT NOW IM DERANGED


ITS KIND OF
ITS KIND OFFFFFF


ITS KIND
OF
FUCKKKKKED UPPPP
HOW I USED TO NOT BLEED

ITS KIND OF SILLY
HOW NOW IM DISEASED

i thought of cutting
and i thought of killing
i had a dream i
was watching blood spilling

I USED A HAMMER
TO SMASH IN HIS SKULL
I USED A SCREWDRIVER
TO END IT ALL

I STABBED AND STABBED
I TORE THROUGH  HIS FLESH
AND WHEN HIS WIFE CAME IN
SHE SCREAMED
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MESS?!"

scipioafricanus
Lost Thinker
Joined 26th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2

The Padlock
There he sits, none but skin and bone,
Here he lies, whimpering all alone,
Abandoned in darkness, his fears unravel,
His home of shadows and rags upon gravel,
Insects for friends, his bedding the earth,
Weeping alone in a washed out hearth,
Kept of all happiness and earthly delight,
Kept fourteen years from any Sol-born light,
His existence in shadows, hidden away,
Cockroach companions both night and day,
An adoptive mother his sole interaction,
Chained and starved per her satisfaction,
Forgotten by siblings, the unloved brother,
Scorn for his family he wishes to smother,
He catches his mother, his fists never ceasing,
Doused in her blood being painfully pleasing,
Finally, a single padlock prevents his being free,
But to his dismay, she had never made a key.
(this is by me)

ManiacalMark
Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 23rd Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 21

[size=4]~~ "Crazy" in love ~~


Is this love?            
He Asks'  As His            
Hands Are Around Her Throat            
His Legs Straddle Her Body            
He Stares In Her Eyes As            
He Continues To Choke            
           
Is This Love!!?            
He Shouts, Almost Shrieking            
She's Bright Red            
Approaching Four            
Minuets With-out Breathing            
           
Is This LOVE!!!?            
She Kicks Her Feet            
And Desperately Claws            
At His Hands            
She's Turning Purple            
She's Near The End            
           
IS THIS LOVE!???            
His Lips Are Tight            
And Tucked Up Against His Gums            
He's Dripping Sweat            
(Her) Eyes Bulging And Red With            
The Color Of Blood            
           
IS  THIS  LOVE!!!!!?            
He SCREAMS            
Just A Half Inch From            
Her Face, Hot Breath            
And Saliva Invade Her Eyes            
As They Roll In The Back            
Of Her Head            
           
-THIS- is love.  ~he whispers~            
Her Legs Go Still            
Her Body Goes Limp            
He LAUGHS And He LAUGHS            
At The Fact That She's Dead            
           
 BANG - BANG - BANG            
           
"QUIET DOWN!!!"            
           
The Orderly Demands            
           
To The Patient            
In The Padded Room            
With Nothing But            
A Pillow In His Hands~            
           
               -M         Published (by me) on 29th December 2014 1:08am

poet Anonymous

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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

I know the two most disturbing and messed-up poems I've ever written were these, both of which I wrote when I was angry and in a very dark way in life. Here is the first one:

- The Voice of Darkness -

Part I – Fire and Crucifixion

You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.

Part II – Darkness Incarnate

They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.

Part III – Lover of Demons

Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.

Part IV – Bride of the Devil

It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.


Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

And here is the second one:

- Flayed Soul -

You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!

You anger me, evil human so filled with hate,
Believing yourself so entitled to judge my kind!
Saying I am going to hell because I love deep,
One who shares my gender as well as my heart!
For you, evil human, it is already far too late…
Your soul is forfeit, your spirit I shall now bind.
With darkest sorcery, devils your soul shall keep!
By the power unseen, you will be broken apart.
How dare you mock me, and so provoke wrath,
Until I long to see your head mounted on a pike…
Whilst wolves nibble at your entrails in red bath!
It is not I you need fear, nor I who shall strike.

Demons will haunt your sleep, of your making.
Torments, shall punish you, leaving you mad…
Until: your flayed limbs lie trembling and quaking,
For you have angered me, angered me so bad!
You say I am going to Hell? I am Hell incarnate.
Behold your vile death knell! Let is swell, fiend,
For though I be a devil in your eyes, my true fate,
Is a brighter thing, than any you could ever glean!

You tie yourself with your own veins torn free…
Thinking yourself better than my generation was.
We did not start world wars that killed innocents,
My only sin was that I said the words ‘blessed be’.
Yet you despise all I am, without thought’s pause,
But it is you, who shall sing the bitterest laments…
Evil human, evil bigot, evil mortal whom I despise!
I am your better; I am superior beyond your hope.
You are beneath my contempt; I am the Queen…
And such sweet suffering Hell shall for you devise!
Whilst around your neck is tied the mighty rope…
You will be lowered into darkness, to so scream.

In the end, you will bow to me in heated chains…
Until your shrieks rise like music, to amuse gods.
Whilst I sit in judgment over your countless pains,
As your inner demons poke you with hot prods….
In the tender places, so that you know my agony,
The hell that comes from being treated much less:
Less than human, though I am more can’t you see!
Your demons will drink your blood in gory mess.

Upon a cross, shaped like an X, you will suffer…
No sleep will be permitted you, no sweet dreams.
You will be broken as you broke me, foul thing…
And no reprieve is mine to, your vileness, so offer.
I am the Queen; you will know the truth of Her…
Your every fear will flow from you in vast streams,
And for every time I cried, you will feel that sting,
Your weeping will so harden into a jeweled coffer.
Nothing of you will be left intact, no sanity whole,
And in Hell there is no death, only eternal horror!
Your torture was never my wish, never my goal…
But you wanted this, and so let demons so confer,

The totality of your misery back unto you: creature.
Your evil makes you reek, and it makes me sick!
I am your better, for I am not childish but mature,
Never stooping as low as you, to ignite the wick…
The flame of war to provoke, as you dared wake!
You woke the Dragon, and now you must so pay.
I will lay not a finger upon you; the evils you make,
You will know in Hell, for you must die, one day.

And thence: be bound eternally by your inner ills!
You judged me, hated me, abused me, and spat.
But one day you will kneel before my dark throne,
Fettered by the weight of your unrepentant evils:
And behold my true face, where your fears sat…
Whilst your fears flay you: to your weakest bone.
You saw me as less than human, you sick beast!
Mocked me, for being bisexual and transgender.
You called yourself, a believer in a loving God?
But I am your better; on you, crows shall feast…
Whilst my love, and I, shall always be together!
Keep hating me: keep calling me freakishly odd.

You mock the Queen of Hell, the bright Angel…
But, I was a child, when you first hurt my spirit!
What gave you the right to tell me I was wicked?
You never had the power to judge me so harsh.
But all things change, things ebb and then swell,
Like a primordial ocean, and how you will fear it!
It is not I who condemns you; you made this bed.
You are a worm, and every worm one can squash!

You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!

poet Anonymous

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Sandman68
Thought Provoker
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I sat among the plants naked
picking bugs off the leaves
I held them in my fist
eating them one by one
never chewing
so I could feel
the little legs
tickle all the way down
I would laugh out loud
till they threw me out
of Walmart

ilovescarystories
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 7th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 159

                              I am he..
The little door to insanity starts off with the save man
Jaded creatures live and dwell.
We created good luck, then I created your bad luck.
So I went on and I stopped to find all the dark events I pushed to the side.
Was the true me inside.
I picked up the bloodily dagger on the kitchen table.
Cause now were all dead men anyway.
I pushed down the row of dirty skulls.
Don't follow me for I shall turn my back and take your soul.
With my mouth becoming slit.
I gaze at you with my row of sharp teeth.
I am he that watches you every night.
I am he that stalks the sky.
I am he who looks at your soul.
I am he who rides the fire.
I am he who plunges the dagger into your skin as I smile.
I am the ultimate back stabber.
I am Brutus, and your the victim.
I am betrayal..
           Oh yes.. Mother I thought those things.
After I saw you in the kitchen that one night.
With blood on your hands, and father on the ground.
You said.. " I am he, yes my son I  am death"

ilovescarystories
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
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                      Welcome to the freak show
Come right in don't be shy.
Please don't cry.
For thou has spoken without my token.
Just have a seat and enjoy the show.
Watch this monster climb up your legs and stroke your sweet little face.
Step inside our dark tents.
Step inside this little mirror.
As you see your little brother reaching up to you.
And pulling you down.
As he screams in your ear " help me! "
As you turn away with your thick row of razor sharp teeth.
With that thick smile on your face.
With a thick grin on your face  you say " little brother welcome to the freak show"
As you let go of his hand and he falls with closed eyes into a black tent.
As you awake to your hellish reality.
And remember the phone call from the other day that said " your little brother is dead now"
With a thick frown you take a knife and throw it a mirror and scream " welcome to the freak show!"

poet Anonymous

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seekingkate
kateA
Tyrant of Words
Australia 28awards
Joined 20th May 2014
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Who?

hell black pupils, bloodshot whites
completely cover my line of vision
fetid breath cloaks me like a plastic bag
a sharp, cold, metal tip grazes my soft skin
before a rip sounds in my ears as it plunges in
a blood red spurt seen before blackness descends




poet Anonymous

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