Inside Their minds..

I can't say that i've read too many poems created and released from inside the mind of a killer. I mean I know that often they are self expression on the desire of it. I relate to the aileen wuornos story of a prostitute turned serial killer.. I would love to write about it. as many entries as you wish no format no length matters. I would love to see some of the poets I read exercise there dark side.. anyone intrested?

Meeee!!! I have been wanting to brave myself around doing this, so I will def be back.

Oh thank you sweety.. i am going to stalk aileen tonight and see what I can come up with. honestly i've never dont it myself either so my first time as well..

I wonder if anyone can do albert fish?.. that would be the ultimate.

Devilish said:Oh thank you sweety.. i am going to stalk aileen tonight and see what I can come up with. honestly i've never dont it myself either so my first time as well..

I wonder if anyone can do albert fish?.. that would be the ultimate.

Damn it oops pressed quote instead of edit!

"Through the Eye's of a Psychotic Artist"

Your blood is like art to me,
As I watch it drip into a puddle on the floor.
Painting a wonderful picture,--

One that only I can see.

You are my canvas,
And I the creative painter.  
As you wither and squirm,
Your screams encourage me,--

To do it just a little bit more.

Your once innocent blond locks,
Are now coated with red.  
You look more beautiful to me now,--

Than you ever have before.

But I don't tell you this,
I only sit and stare.
And carve just a little deeper.
Another scream forced from your lips,--

Music to my ears.

Baby, this little art show of mine,
It has just begun...

So,
Scream for me baby.
Bleed for me,--

Just a little bit more.


AN:  I creep myself out sometimes. lol

WOW!!! This is hauntingly beautifully written in perfect form for its place.. thank you so much..
Painting a wonderful picture,--

One that only I can see.
And that line there sealed it perfectly.

Note: This is extreme content
Finger On The Trigger, Twitchin’...

Finger on the trigger, twitchin’, thinkin’ pull
Bullet to the brain would be too kind
Should have bought a bat, for the knee caps
Nothing like a good swing at a man tied up
The cracking and snapping of bones
Screaming through the dirty gag in his mouth
Eyeballs tryin’ to find the back of a skull
Like the pain’ll stop with the reverse vision

Riding impulse, elbow pulling back for the snap
Knuckles… gun… connecting bone
Blood dripping, facial parts rearranged
Free nose job that one
Smile for the violence
Adrenaline pumpin’ through veins
Vengeance is a bitch, gotta take another hit
Beating a man beyond bloody
With the butt of his own gun

No easy out clause, no superman saviour
No speeding bullet to end it all… yet
No justice here in the land of hillbilly racists
Karma has her own brand
And it looks unexpected
While finger is on the trigger, twitchin’, thinkin’ pull
Before bone shatters, blood splatters
Couch innards end up on the wall

And death is holding out to take another pop
At dismembered shin bones
Fighting to draw it out like the perfect torture
The kind some governments condone
And he knows he had it coming
When he’s all up in the KKK head space
Could burn him at the stake in a white sheet
Watch his skin burn and blister and crackle
Like the crispy skinned chicken he stuff his face with last night

It would only be fitting
If the trigger finger wasn’t twitchin’, thinkin’ pull
Wanting to blow his brains across the wall
So to dance in the blood and innards
Of a man that shoots kids for sport
Like he’s duck hunting in the suburbs
And human life is worthless when it ain’t white
Oh fuck it… BANG!

How many entries are we allowed to submit, in the event I want to write another poem on this topic?

holy crap! Damn! i gotta make sure everything is locked before i got to sleep miss indie.. thank you so much im honored for you to post. And as many entries as you would like miss.

Can it be an old peom?!?!?!?!?

Yes mam

Do I?

Oh no, do I really enjoy this?

As I plunge this knife into you,
As I feel the easy rip of your skin,
As I hear your blood gush through my creation,
And I hear each pulse the deeper I go in.

And I hear your screams so precise also,
As I see the colours become so intense and free;
The maroon of your body’s life;
The paleness of your face before me.

Seeing too the strain of your eyes,
And the veins in your forehead swell,
As I feel your blood rush over my hands,
And your hand grabs me as you plead so well.

Oh yes, I do really enjoy this.

Sadistic in perfect form.. thank you angel i appreciate it.. i still cant get mine right. i suck so far.. im dying to get it though.

Everyone has that evil in them, it's just a matter of finding the thing that draws it outta you I suppose lmao!!!!!!!!!!!

AN: Not sure if this one counts.  I've been watching a bit to much Criminal Minds.


A Killer Couple

"I see stars all along
your flesh, baby—"

Beautiful and violent
he wraps his hands
around her neck
and counts the
constellations
as he begins to
kiss every inch
with blood stained lips.

She trails a knife
along his cheek
whispers through
a gasp, "Shh…"
her world spinning
and wicked eyes gleaming
she slides his hand
between her thighs.

"No, sweet darling,
It's them you like to
bleed. Now, show me
you love me with all
the pretty dolls
upturned and watching."