Dark Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Your Luck Fatboy!
You'll never read this since you died 6 yrs ago...
But do you remember that terrible string of luck you had after I finally got away from you? Do you remember Fatboy? I know that you hated that your mother called you that - that's why you will forever be
immortalized in my writings as FATBOY. Ha! You
can't hurt me ever again!!!
You shouldn't have pissed me off! I had nothing to lose. No relationship for over a year after us for you
to fuck up for me. No more kids to have taken away.
You really put me in my place that time. Using my past ...
But do you remember that terrible string of luck you had after I finally got away from you? Do you remember Fatboy? I know that you hated that your mother called you that - that's why you will forever be
immortalized in my writings as FATBOY. Ha! You
can't hurt me ever again!!!
You shouldn't have pissed me off! I had nothing to lose. No relationship for over a year after us for you
to fuck up for me. No more kids to have taken away.
You really put me in my place that time. Using my past ...
#revenge
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Glass Abortions (Cauldron Kill Series)
#dirty
#evil
#mother
#rejection
#son
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Jimmy's Belt
Once upon a time...
Paula got her ass beat
by a thick leather belt.
owned by stepdad Jimmy.
The pain was so bad that
I disassociated and
became Angel!
She cooks, cleans and
the laundry is always
washed, folded and ironed!
Eventually Angel makes a
tiny mistake and out comes
Jimmy's belt. Angel
becomes Samantha!
Disassociate a few more
times to create Lynda and
Buck and others - none win
against Jimmy's belt. I don't
know which of us married the
fat kid across the street who had ...
Paula got her ass beat
by a thick leather belt.
owned by stepdad Jimmy.
The pain was so bad that
I disassociated and
became Angel!
She cooks, cleans and
the laundry is always
washed, folded and ironed!
Eventually Angel makes a
tiny mistake and out comes
Jimmy's belt. Angel
becomes Samantha!
Disassociate a few more
times to create Lynda and
Buck and others - none win
against Jimmy's belt. I don't
know which of us married the
fat kid across the street who had ...
#abuse
#fear
#hurt
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Hypnotic Sessions
Session 1
I need help with my affliction
I've heard this is the way to go
Persuede and deter my addictions
Subconsciously when I don't know
I watch the swaying time piece
And slowly countdown from 10
Anxiety in my mind decreases
As I awake a new man again
Session 2
I scheduled another session
Since I overcame what I've endured
Guilt about my next confession
Sexual activities unexplored
"Your eyelids are getting heavy"
Suggestive and quite hypnotic
I'm a beast in bed already
Now...
I need help with my affliction
I've heard this is the way to go
Persuede and deter my addictions
Subconsciously when I don't know
I watch the swaying time piece
And slowly countdown from 10
Anxiety in my mind decreases
As I awake a new man again
Session 2
I scheduled another session
Since I overcame what I've endured
Guilt about my next confession
Sexual activities unexplored
"Your eyelids are getting heavy"
Suggestive and quite hypnotic
I'm a beast in bed already
Now...
#emptiness
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creep
darkly creep, by night
sickened fancy, devil's flight
under the dominion, of evil spin
a web of deceit and lies
a tale of all tales, to hynotize
scrutinize the sacred oath
bloody the path, fulfill your role
decrepit Master's keep
agony over despair, in his reach
a cold hand, to stir your distress
anxiety grows and inward groans begin
quaking in your shoes
at his displeasure
dread spreads you fill ill used
Sadistic pleasure pain of death
secret sin at his behest
fickle and fraudulent love ...
sickened fancy, devil's flight
under the dominion, of evil spin
a web of deceit and lies
a tale of all tales, to hynotize
scrutinize the sacred oath
bloody the path, fulfill your role
decrepit Master's keep
agony over despair, in his reach
a cold hand, to stir your distress
anxiety grows and inward groans begin
quaking in your shoes
at his displeasure
dread spreads you fill ill used
Sadistic pleasure pain of death
secret sin at his behest
fickle and fraudulent love ...
#dark
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Nightmare Rules
What do you do...
when you cause...
your own fucking
NIGHTMARE?
I wrote about
the horrific
death of...
BOBBY!
He lost his
freaking
head...
LITERALLY!
In my nightmare...
Bobby's head was
rolling around...
FOLLOWING ME!
Nobody gave 2 shits...
that his head was
In every store at
THE FUCKING MALL!
It was a dream in my
head and I caused it
by imagining Bobby...
GROWN UP AND FUCKING ME!
Then I wrote about his
unexplained decapitation ...
when you cause...
your own fucking
NIGHTMARE?
I wrote about
the horrific
death of...
BOBBY!
He lost his
freaking
head...
LITERALLY!
In my nightmare...
Bobby's head was
rolling around...
FOLLOWING ME!
Nobody gave 2 shits...
that his head was
In every store at
THE FUCKING MALL!
It was a dream in my
head and I caused it
by imagining Bobby...
GROWN UP AND FUCKING ME!
Then I wrote about his
unexplained decapitation ...
#dark
#memories
#nightmares
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you left me
You smoked from the bong
That blurred the lines
And numbed the ache
That they left within you.
The lingering memories
You couldn't help but remember
Somehow always overrode
The memories we made
While trying to fix you.
So confined in the lucid
You infused your body with intoxications
Always ignoring
My weeping sorrow
You left me
Trying to recollect your being in my head
Whispering to your ghost
“Why do I have to remember?”
That blurred the lines
And numbed the ache
That they left within you.
The lingering memories
You couldn't help but remember
Somehow always overrode
The memories we made
While trying to fix you.
So confined in the lucid
You infused your body with intoxications
Always ignoring
My weeping sorrow
You left me
Trying to recollect your being in my head
Whispering to your ghost
“Why do I have to remember?”
#death
#grief
#hurt
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Like A Scene From An Eli Roth Movie
We found poor
Natalie stripped,
hanging and
dripping blood
into a candle
that's beneath her.
Natalie stripped,
hanging and
dripping blood
into a candle
that's beneath her.
#dark
#death
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
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Deadly Queen
She’s a heartbreaker
A sniper without a rifle, yet just as deadly.
Her words pierce the soul like bullets,
No need for aim; she always hits her mark.
She’s not playing for keeps
The streets call her name,
A symphony of heartbreak and pain,
Born of abuse, shaped by betrayal
A glass heart… shattered in a million pieces.
Now, a collector of souls,
She shows no mercy, grants no reprieve.
Emotions can’t touch her… she lives a numb existence
She’s ice, she’s fire, a straight heartbreaker.
Destroyer of nations, ...
A sniper without a rifle, yet just as deadly.
Her words pierce the soul like bullets,
No need for aim; she always hits her mark.
She’s not playing for keeps
The streets call her name,
A symphony of heartbreak and pain,
Born of abuse, shaped by betrayal
A glass heart… shattered in a million pieces.
Now, a collector of souls,
She shows no mercy, grants no reprieve.
Emotions can’t touch her… she lives a numb existence
She’s ice, she’s fire, a straight heartbreaker.
Destroyer of nations, ...
#sadness
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Cousin Denise
#abuse
#dirty
#memories #sexy
#memories #sexy
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The Artist
Another Short Horror Story
“The Artist”
by
RCRayJr
The blade lacerated her throat
and blood pours out..
The scream ends in a saturated gargle. Her brown eyes rolled back in her head. Breath leaving her I clinched her blonde hair from behind.
Her weight in my arms under the starlight.
The smell of alcohol and tobacco permeates the damp, cold air.
Into the shadows she’s dragged.
When in the place I chose, I threw her body to the ground. I crouched over her in the blackness of the night. Concealed by dense vegetation behind a...
“The Artist”
by
RCRayJr
The blade lacerated her throat
and blood pours out..
The scream ends in a saturated gargle. Her brown eyes rolled back in her head. Breath leaving her I clinched her blonde hair from behind.
Her weight in my arms under the starlight.
The smell of alcohol and tobacco permeates the damp, cold air.
Into the shadows she’s dragged.
When in the place I chose, I threw her body to the ground. I crouched over her in the blackness of the night. Concealed by dense vegetation behind a...
#ShortStory
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Cigarettes
#death
#evil
#funny
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4 Comments
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