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Anger makes it beautiful

hanninnee
Hannah Alexis
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 24th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 57

Poetry Contest

write out your anger to someone that has hurt you
Everyone has been hurt sometime in their life. Beaten, cheated on, raped, robbed, molested, someone has hurt you. Write out your anger and pain. Write it as though you're speaking to them. Yell, cuss, threaten, do what ever you need to do to let them know how much they hurt you and express your anger. No one will judge you here.


max 2 posts
no word limit

I'll post one to get it started.
Have fun and let things go.
I look forward to reading them.

hanninnee
Hannah Alexis
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 24th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 57

To John.
My EX-Boyfriend and rapist,

I loved you.
I trusted you.
I was innocent.
Now I can’t love.
Now I can’t trust.
Now I am broken.

You coward!
You fucking bastard!
You little fucking bitch!
How could you watch them rape me?
How could you listen to my screams?
How could you join them?

I am broken.

You coward!
You fucking bastard!
You little fucking bitch!
Why did you let them beat me?
Why did you let them rape me?
Why did you join them?

I am broken.

You coward!
You fucking bastard!
You little fucking bitch!
It wasn’t the drugs!
It wasn’t the fucking alcohol!
It sure wasn’t me seducing you!

I am broken.

DreamingMetrist
BrandonH
Thought Provoker
Joined 11th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 343

Pathetic

I find it sad how hard you tried to hurt me
A person who doesn't even know me saying the worst thing he could
"If you had been a better father your son would still be alive"
I'm not going to lie, that really hurt
You hit where you knew would cause the most damgae,
but you didn't get your facts straight, asshole
My son died from neuroblastoma, 11 months old
I bet you don't even know what that is, do you?
It's a brain cancer most prevalent in infants
Even the best father in the world couldn't win that battle
You are really low, and I feel bad for you
I want to apologize if I said something harsh
I don't want to stoop as low as you,
Your all consuming drive to hurt whoever upsets you
I want you to know that even though you did hurt me
It didn't last, you failed
I take solace knowing that I am a better man than you,
That I can actually step up and say sorry,
admit when I am wrong and feel real remorse for my actions
You like to play a victim, so be it
But you are the biggest bully of them all
And I want you to know
I think your really pathetic

kourtnissixxx
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 12th July 2011
Forum Posts: 928

You Deserved to Die


you died last night in your peaceful dreams
i wish i could've butchered you and embraced the screams

torture merciless and teach you desperation
be on the opposite side of our sick reflection

im drug induced while i mutilate you alive
feeding you morphine so that you'll survive

scar your mind with nightmares that kill
introduce the horror you first instilled

obtain my long awaited unfair justice
from your wretched thieving hands that thrust us

into the terror branded from that night
where you claimed my innocence and my fight

"take this baby you'll have a lot of fun" you said
so i drank it and cried instead

cause pills where slipped into my drink
and you turned on me before i blinked

ever since you crushed my fragile figure
i lost my mind and pulled the trigger

so now your death just sounds so sweet
ill slaughter my sanity and become the freak

fucking sick, disgusting, twisted creep!
aren't you fucking happy you died in your sleep?!

so lucky i couldn't do it myself..
im aching to hear you begging for help

id slice your wrists and ankles one by one
and ask cheerfully if your having fun

try to run there's no escape
your bloody creases are in no shape

goddammit i fucking hate you scum
for the years you stole and made me numb

you murdered my only childhood
but you know what i never understood?

that you said i was like your daughter
is that what it means to be a father?!

she never told the police a word
acting as if she hadn't heard

he said hed kill you when his time was done
it never would've happened if he wouldn't have gone

ill never see you again, but ill still cry
cause to me you'll never truly die

                              R.I.A
                 rest in agony Robert
              because you killed me first

rayheinrich
Death Plane for Teddy
Tyrant of Words
Canada 32awards
Joined 4th Dec 2009
Forum Posts: 4409


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                    < doing my part >
             
                  i chainsaw conservatives
                  into thin strips
                  that when dried
                  make excellent jerky treats
                  for my dog
             
                          - - -


poet Anonymous


Bleed
For me
Die

Crawl into camouflaged cascading shades
Accept now your sentence, Fade!
Its not the torture
Not the Pain
Its the truth
That hurts the most
But Kills the least
I blame it on you
You Beast!

Watch me
As I compasionatly
Sharpen my blade

ONly one darkred stain
Shall remain
As in endless abyss
May you have
Eternall bliss

Burned and cremated
Your ashes over the floor
NO USE for you anymore
You are NOT NEEDED anymore

I shall spit
Venomously
On your grave
Now you
are my slave....


Mourganna¤

(evil laughter rising above charcoal black smoke)


hanninnee
Hannah Alexis
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 24th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 57

I love them all so far. Thank you all for sharing, I hope it feels good to let things out!

poet Anonymous

Where the red snow lay

I asked you to take my hand
prior to the killing hour
for I knew that behind my eyes
there was a vacancy.
A deficit.
Something that cried out like my demon
begging to be tamed,
an emotion that did not want to be named
or shamed
or held accountable for the actions
of the sadist in me.

There's something passionate about the frost
the unique formation of the crystals
that allows you to dance
in the peak of its fall.
The virgin quality of the ice
that having never been tasted
simply melts on a tongue, or a nose,
or the fading warmth of your body
in the bleakest storm;
I swore I heard God laughing

and it's not that I meant
to stain white with brutal red
but I wished you dead.
I prayed in the heavy silence
that justice would wash over me,
and as you lay before my shadow
a lullaby oozed through me
as if your insides flowing out
painted the masterpiece of my redemption
on the canvas of your night

It's not that I wanted to scare
the ignorant fuck in you
who carried on regardless
of female skin under your fingernails.
It's not that I smelled
the similar scent of semen on her breath
that tasted like something
I once knew. No.
She wasn't the one
who should of known better

it was you.
It was always the bastard in you
that clawed up and down my paralysed thighs.
Look at me now deep into my eyes
and fantasise
of a life where you apologise
and I kiss you goodbye
and tell you I love you
and other great lies,
where your blood isn't burning my palms

and I'm not laughing
at your pathetic
demise

Whitewand6
Dangerous Mind
India 16awards
Joined 1st Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 2251

    just a fleeting thought          

the sun is about to come
so is shyla on the lcd
if tron could happen
then i would love
to get inside
and rape
your
fuck
ing
ans
wer
ing
ma
ch
ine

yes
.



milkysensation
Thought Provoker
United States 5awards
Joined 7th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 26

Thanks For My PTSD   


You fucking child predator
These scars I now foster
In the military I was proud
You were my Seargent

What you did was not allowed
How could you take advantage
You are such a fucking savage
I am now dealing with the life long damage
Sixteen years later and PTSD
Your fun little assualt has made me angry

I bet you didn't know how much hate I would stow
You fucked up my life
My decisions were poor
I couldn't fight the nightmares
Or horrific visions

The Air Force didn't protect me
From the predator overseas
I tried to go home
Get the fuck out of Germany

This eighteen year old child just wanted her mommy
She cried for her baby
There was nothing she could do
With ten thousand miles between us
She wanted to castrate you

You lied through your ugly teeth
My sword I would like to unsheath
And cut your throat like a sheep
Send your ugly ass to the devil to sleep

The slap on your wrist
Those assholes didn't even persist
They hushed me up and let you reenlist

You dirty old man
I didn't want your dick near my hand
I was an unsuspecting Airman
Living in a foreign land

All I have left are post traumatic visions
Do you have any idea
How hard it is to forget about the villains?
It wasn't just you
My 1st Seargent let me down too

A part of the secrets
The Military hides in the closets
I wanted to serve my country
Protect every boundary
My term carried on in these foreign lands
I found pleasure in loading the bombs
That would blow up the sands

I served with much pride
Kept it bottled up inside
Now my wounds are reopened
It's time for them to heal
I hope you burn in hell
For all you did steal

A warning to all
Who send their daughters to fight
You never know what's lurking
He sits in plain sight

They'll sweep it under the rug
They're shoulders they will shrug
It must be her fault
For not screaming hault
They won't see a bruise
Critisize her values
Make her feel guilty
And call her a flooze

Come to find out
I wasn't the only one
There were two others
Who suffered his bludgeon

They would not speak
For they were too weak
They saw how I was treated
And knew it would be repeated
Their lives were damaged
I wonder how they have managed

My only reward
From this trip I endured
Is a monthly check
To hide that I'm a wreck

This PTSD
Is not only caused by war
It was a 42 year old man
Who preyed on a child of 18 years
Nothing to stop him
He wanted to explore
My world fell apart
He destroyed my sweet heart

Now I am feeling strong
I did nothing wrong
For I cannot not judge
But still hold a grudge

My pill bottles are empty
But these feelings still plenty
For you are no man
Have fun with Satan

I look at my kids
And it angers me more
Don't look at them whore
Momma' bear will roar
I'll slay your old ass
And settle the score

This affects their lives too
Mommy covers them like glue
My fears take over
Like crimson and clover

For they will never discover
The world outside their backyard
My boys are bestfriends
Their innocence I will guard

My husband he suffers
The mood swings of mine
There are no buffers

He wants me entirely
But I can't give him
What I can't find inside of me

God will decide
Whether to let the scumbag inside
Or deny his glorious kingdom
Seeing his poisonous venom

I hope he likes hell
The devil will rape him so well
He'll castrate his pride
This old man can't hide


Karrabear
Question
Fire of Insight
United States 7awards
Joined 29th Aug 2009
Forum Posts: 416

Looking for You

I can't say I'm mad
at anyone else but you.
A boy I loved,
broke my heart,
But I dont hate him-
Because I was looking for you.

Always searching in evey hug,
In compliments and peace,
Always, always-
Set up for pain.
Simply because, I can't find you!

Where did you go my big giant?
Where did my hero fall?
Why did I ever have to see,
The truth I couldn't believe.
When all was well and young.

Here I am, looking for you.

I'm your haunting ghost,
I hope you feel my presence.
Everytime I pass you up.
Oh, how I hope you feel the world shatter.
Like mine has-
Again, again, again!
Again, again, again!

I love you.
Funny?
I find it damn hysterical!

I cannot hate my daddy...
I hope you feel me in your arms,
Little baby girl.
Because this girl's all gown up.
And can't feel you anymore.

I can't be angrier,
At anything else but you.

Its damn frustrating

Why I still love you...
I'm still looking,
Still waiting here,
With my arms held out to you.

Damn you.

poet Anonymous

Leave Me Alone

Why
are you trying
to
creep
back into
my
head

Trudging
up
old
memories
that I
would
rather keep
Dead

Why
are you
doing
this?

Life
with you
has been
Over
for
years

Of
our time
together
I
spent much
of it
in
Fear

Leave
me
Alone
don't
write me
Anymore
letters

My
life
Without
you has
been
so
much
Better

I
Don't care
about
your
apologies

and

I
Don't
want to
hear
about your
fond
memories

What
do you
want
from me?

I
Loved
you
with all
my
heart

but

You
physically
and
mentally
ripped
me
apart

Don't
call me
beautiful
don't
call me
baby

If you
think
we can
pick up
where we
left off
your
god damn
crazy

We have
a child
together
and
she
is
All
we share

If I
Never
heard
your
voice
again
I would
Not
even
care

Tears
of
blood
once
streamed
down
my
face

I
will
Never
go
with you...

Back to
that
Awful
place

Leave
me
Alone
don't
write me
Anymore
letters

My
life
Without
you has
been
so
much
Better

ItsUpToU
Trevor
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 26th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 25

 "But of Course"
 -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Need-less to say
The thought-less
Agenda of the day was perpetuated by the lack of thought
Or shall we say
What was thought to be not.
With that aside
And now aware of the scrutiny from end to end
Or mouth to ear to ear from mouth.
Glad to know me
Also what is thought of, and seen as me.
At the same token seeing to see what you've been.
So we shall say
I see you
And
You see me
Mutually agreed?
Alright, then
What's wrong with the picture
When
Loving and kind
Accommodations of every kind
Come from a friend
Who had time to spend.
Followed by sarcastic remarks
Of hurry up and dies
And scrutiny's deceitful smiles
Full of lies.

Reality stricken
Sorry to have bitten
There was no venom
Only serum for the given    

Kou_Indigo
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 70awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2808

- 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
Karam L. Parveen-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 70awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2808

- Because I am Different -

Part One: Condemnation

“You hate me because I am different, alien to you!
Yet your evil damned your soul, making you mine.
I rule the hells that you will be tormented in forever!
You hate me because I am so strange and beautiful.
Your hate is a sickness, within your fevered mind…
And I am your devil; I bow to your cruelty not ever!
You hate me because I am myself, not some shell…
Your blind eyes shall not see my true angelic glory,
For they cannot see, beyond their own foolishness!
I have no pity, for prejudiced fools meant for Hell…
My life has no room for your sickest sort of misery.
I condemn you, to an eternity of your own distress!”

Part Two: Oppression

Such is how I feel about the oppression I endured,
At the hands of fiends who were beneath my feet…
There are torments prepared, for them, so bloody!
I will cast their souls unto the darkest flaming shore,
My music will fill their ears, their screams to meet…
Even as their eyes see my glorified ascended body.
My wings will blot out the sun, casting all into night,
I will fill their vision, and they will know true terror!
Because I was different, alien to them, and strange,
They will not see the whole of my fairness and light.
The hateful deceive themselves through their error!
I will leave them to their doom; to paradise I range.

Part Three: Damnation

Lower than the fallen are cast those who do hate…
So to hate the hateful is no sin, but their vile karma.
Let them be consumed by it, let them know agony!
I have bled because of them, bound to a dark fate,
But I am arisen as the morning star, as rose Inanna.
My music will fill all of Hell in one final symphony…
They will call me goddess; see me at last revealed!
Only then, when their torments have sung sweetest.
I will depart from their midst as angels do descend;
Because I am different, I will have the hells sealed!
It will do them no good to have all sins confessed…
For, I know their sins already and all things do end.

Part Four: Celebration

I will bask, in glories undreamed of, enthroned fair!
Ruling, where once I served, and shining like a star.
Because I am different, you will be apart from this…
You who hated me and did oft with contempt stare!
Your souls are marked and you bear a hidden scar.
Hatred marks you, and bars you from eternal bliss!
I am the dark goddess you fear I am, and far more,
Yet I rise from perdition whilst you shall sink lower.
No harrowing of Hell for those prejudiced so cold!
I shall dance upon your sorrows as a scarlet whore.
The fires that consume you shall illuminate the hour,
As I stride across the heavens so beautiful and bold.

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