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Evil poetry and morbid poems about death and horror
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Another Epitaph
The final resting place
Of a man with no name
Would have asked at his funeral
But nobody came
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Of a man with no name
Would have asked at his funeral
But nobody came
If you have any info
please contact us at:
800-IDABODY (432-2639)
#death
#funny
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10 COMMANDMENTS FOR B&D PARTICIPANTS
I had heard of the
10 Commandments
given by Moses,
But never the
10 Commandments
for B&D practitioners,
which was on a card
given to me by a lady dressed
in black with heavy makeup
I met while browsing in
the B&D section in a bookstore.
The list started with the
advice that abuse, harm,
or physical injury must never
be the objective or tolerated.
The message was addressed
to a Dom or potential Dom.
THE LIST:
1. Thou shall not cause actual injury
2. Thou shall pre-agree to the limits ...
10 Commandments
given by Moses,
But never the
10 Commandments
for B&D practitioners,
which was on a card
given to me by a lady dressed
in black with heavy makeup
I met while browsing in
the B&D section in a bookstore.
The list started with the
advice that abuse, harm,
or physical injury must never
be the objective or tolerated.
The message was addressed
to a Dom or potential Dom.
THE LIST:
1. Thou shall not cause actual injury
2. Thou shall pre-agree to the limits ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#BDSM
#passion
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El Cipitio
His father was Morning Star
His mother was Sihuehuet*, goddess of the moon
He was the product of a forbidden romance
But his can be a tale, one of terror and gloom
When the queen’s affair had been discovered
Her husband went to the Teotl* seeking justness
So the Aztec god cursed both mother and child
Her husband believed he had received justice
The boy’s feet were bent backwards
Given a conical hat and a pot belly of enormous girth
A ghastly sight for the few that have seen him
Always as a child, doomed to walk the earth ...
His mother was Sihuehuet*, goddess of the moon
He was the product of a forbidden romance
But his can be a tale, one of terror and gloom
When the queen’s affair had been discovered
Her husband went to the Teotl* seeking justness
So the Aztec god cursed both mother and child
Her husband believed he had received justice
The boy’s feet were bent backwards
Given a conical hat and a pot belly of enormous girth
A ghastly sight for the few that have seen him
Always as a child, doomed to walk the earth ...
#mythology
#scary
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Room
In a room…
Bitch of an itch
That won’t be gone
Following everywhere
Like a ghost of emotion
Interrupting thoughts
Never to stop
Permeating each pore
An infection of filth…
Scrub as you like
Stains will remain
Just as a cancerous growth
Hurt will cling fast
Absorbing zest
Tonight there will be no rest
Again there’s rain
Smashing the pane
Forgetfulness thus suffocates
Pressuring brittle atmospheres
Crushing one’s lungs
As attitude deteriorates
Scratching at...
Bitch of an itch
That won’t be gone
Following everywhere
Like a ghost of emotion
Interrupting thoughts
Never to stop
Permeating each pore
An infection of filth…
Scrub as you like
Stains will remain
Just as a cancerous growth
Hurt will cling fast
Absorbing zest
Tonight there will be no rest
Again there’s rain
Smashing the pane
Forgetfulness thus suffocates
Pressuring brittle atmospheres
Crushing one’s lungs
As attitude deteriorates
Scratching at...
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
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Here’s Johnny! Trinity serial killer page 7
I turned the stereo on as loud as it can go!
Metallica enter Sandman was playing! https://youtube.com/watch?v=CD-E-LDc384
We lived far enough away from our nearest neighbor,
so I wasn’t worried about the noise.
I guzzled down a couple more shots of booze then opened a pouch I keep inside my purse/nap sack .
I pulled out a spoon some cotton and a needle and syringe, then I prepared myself a shot.
Once the heroin cooled down enough, I stuck it in my vein and then BAM! I immediately felt...
Metallica enter Sandman was playing! https://youtube.com/watch?v=CD-E-LDc384
We lived far enough away from our nearest neighbor,
so I wasn’t worried about the noise.
I guzzled down a couple more shots of booze then opened a pouch I keep inside my purse/nap sack .
I pulled out a spoon some cotton and a needle and syringe, then I prepared myself a shot.
Once the heroin cooled down enough, I stuck it in my vein and then BAM! I immediately felt...
#anger
#dark
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used
passed from one
to another,
a gift
of torment,
she hid away
her emotions,
drugging
her memories
so she can survive,
returning
to the scene
of the crime,
she is bled
as society
passes judgement
on her,
degrading her,
she loses her will
to keep fighting,
her desire to survive.
to another,
a gift
of torment,
she hid away
her emotions,
drugging
her memories
so she can survive,
returning
to the scene
of the crime,
she is bled
as society
passes judgement
on her,
degrading her,
she loses her will
to keep fighting,
her desire to survive.
#secrets
#abuse
#ignorance
#suffering
#fear
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Imaginary Friends
~ Written on the 27th of September 2008 ~~
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
#loneliness
#friendship
#dreams
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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4 Comments
Sin n Stir
I am shaken to my metaphorical core
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
Shaking in a place I never shook before
For evil intentions have invaded my gentle place
Disguised behind a well hidden face
When finally my fingers pulled back her lacy veil
I witnessed as my sacred heart went pale
All bleeding ceased as my poetry fell silent
When my muse took off her mask love became lament
How do you live within your peeling skin?
An inked face tattooed concealing all your sin
Laughing behind your hideously painted smile
With false confessions wrapped in veiled...
#sadness
#grief
#betrayal
#WritingPoetry
#deception
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Knuckle-dragger Rampage
One chess game teaches ramifications
and yet we continue to pollute
with every counterproductive commute
in our ecologic relations
since we are the apes who refuse to learn
beyond our personal advantage
and all of the progress we mismanage
into a declining maelstrom churn
of an ever baneful Charybdis mash
no doubt to be soon set aglow someday
by waves of radioactive decay
still smoking like a global calabash
because the anger of Earth's apex ape
preempted sapience from taking shape.
and yet we continue to pollute
with every counterproductive commute
in our ecologic relations
since we are the apes who refuse to learn
beyond our personal advantage
and all of the progress we mismanage
into a declining maelstrom churn
of an ever baneful Charybdis mash
no doubt to be soon set aglow someday
by waves of radioactive decay
still smoking like a global calabash
because the anger of Earth's apex ape
preempted sapience from taking shape.
#apathy
#disappointment
#frustration #ignorance
#frustration #ignorance
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Sadistic Bliss
Infected with lunacy
destined to violate
escapee,
starved for perversion
carnivore,
loving the taste of a woman
corpsified victims
preserved for his pleasure
a funeral gangbang
spontaneous discharge
lubricated in vomit
depraved depredation
sadistic bliss
destined to violate
escapee,
starved for perversion
carnivore,
loving the taste of a woman
corpsified victims
preserved for his pleasure
a funeral gangbang
spontaneous discharge
lubricated in vomit
depraved depredation
sadistic bliss
#fiction
#funeral
#horror
#MentalHealth
#murder
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Friends
Friends
Listen
Friends
Talk
Friends
Love
Friends
Don’t walk
Friends
Forgive
Friends
Regret
Friends
Love
Friends
Don’t forget
Friends
Forever
Friends
Dream
Friends
Plan
Friends
Don’t scheme
Friends
Live
Friends
Die
Friends
Ask
Friends
Don’t lie
Friends
Gained
Friends
Lost
Friends
Leave
Friends
At what cost?
Friends
I don’t know
Friends ...
Listen
Friends
Talk
Friends
Love
Friends
Don’t walk
Friends
Forgive
Friends
Regret
Friends
Love
Friends
Don’t forget
Friends
Forever
Friends
Dream
Friends
Plan
Friends
Don’t scheme
Friends
Live
Friends
Die
Friends
Ask
Friends
Don’t lie
Friends
Gained
Friends
Lost
Friends
Leave
Friends
At what cost?
Friends
I don’t know
Friends ...
#disappointment
#friendship
#love #regret
#love #regret
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On Learning of a Loss
News new to me, she died this time last year,
my childhood days, the last to gather moss;
her friends and family, those first to hear,
might call me sentimental on her loss.
Those days gone by, when I was friends with her,
when Lithium was not prescribed, evince
the norms I could have known – in her milieu
I’ve stigmatised and tainted self long since.
She was a happy, self-sufficient child,
in teenage years word modest springs to mind,
but not the type that’s too described as mild,
all personalities, one of a kind.
The ways of fate...
my childhood days, the last to gather moss;
her friends and family, those first to hear,
might call me sentimental on her loss.
Those days gone by, when I was friends with her,
when Lithium was not prescribed, evince
the norms I could have known – in her milieu
I’ve stigmatised and tainted self long since.
She was a happy, self-sufficient child,
in teenage years word modest springs to mind,
but not the type that’s too described as mild,
all personalities, one of a kind.
The ways of fate...
#death
#memorial
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