Dark Poems by New Members

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 ...

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Those that fear me  
Know not what they see  
I do not skim away the flesh or hair  
No, not right away.    
I work slow  
Getting in your skin  
Ravaging your follicles  
It's only a matter of time  
Before I consume whats in view.    
   
I do not pit your metal  
The steel or fiberglass  
The things you surround yourself with    
Stripping the paint    
Only a layer at a time  
In the slow haul  
The longevity of my pour  
The downward winds  
Gravity bringing me to your...

I know it drives you crazy,
Searching, trying to find the reason why you hate me.
I've seen it time and time again—
Someone fixates on a person like me,
Keeping record of all that I do,
Trying to undo their nemesis, every syllable.

So I say, stop—don’t go down this road,
For it will drive you mad.
I am creation!
I am all the flaws you see in yourself.
Deep down, you know it’s not really me that undoes you.

I sit in the fire you try to hide—
The rage, the depression, the jealousy.
I am all the emotions you deny. ...

What thought for life
torments me enough
to keep from flinging
this dismal soul—
gift-wrapped in flesh—
from these towered heights?

The days were swift
and gone.
Fear grips
this would-be stone,
preventing the fall
that the will now fights.

“Blessed is the Lord,”
my heart defends,
what my mind has opposed,
hammering this hesitant,
restless soul with
heavy,
leaden
blows.

Beware this woman of the wood
And her chants and dance that do no good.
She spends her days gathering mystical things.
To use at night to serve dark beings.
Promising infinite, earthly delights
Obscene fortunes, and lustful nights.
These things you seek will not come free.
And their cost paid out for eternity.
The pleasures promised are only a portal
For darkening and capturing your soul immortal
Don’t settle for her offers of pleasure.
There is a reward of far greater measure.
For those who share compassion and love
Who lift up...