A Vilanious Perspective

It can be about anything you want. For example it could be a poem left on the scene of your latest crime for your arch nemesis or it could just be a poem describing why you became a villain or how you feel...

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arortiz73 said: Preface:(Conventional palindrome poems read the same forward and backward, essentially being equal on both sides. The typical format is a simple mirroring of word order, however this one is special in that it mirrors the order of the letters. Additionally, extra meaning and detail can be discovered in the reverse reading of this poem, making it slightly offset.) Enjoy this 'offset-palindroem' offering to the goddess, Lilith; the true first lady, who believed in pure equality between sexes, including the act of sex, as she refused to be submissive to Adam; ensuing sex instead in upright, 'one body two backs' position, an idea not akin to Adam, thus she was superior to Adam, transcending human mortality (thus, the 'offset palindroem').

HAILILIAH

I sit as moody,
doomy lil' madam.
Relure
tahiti desert
sexist angel,
bone Rolle dom,
D.(me), coy tre!
Bi legal lips e.g., libels.
Sadist act (as nurse).
I bardess! I, me... vile be!
Re-dundee Devil!
Live deed, nude rebel.

I've missed rabies runs at cats I'd 'assle,
bilge spillage, liberty. OC(eM)D!
Murder, torture; porno it!
Rob apple, hate soon... noose ta help!
P-abortion, rope-rut;
rot-red-rum.
Deified sexist angel.
Bone roll Edom, spin slam in a night.

Omen, obtest, anger-
if nixes sex in fire.
Gnat-set bonemoth gin: animal's nips.
Model lore,
noble gnat;
sixes(tre).
Sediti Hate Ruler.

!YAY!

Madam Lily,
moody doom sat, is I.

"the glory of light"

So they think I am powerless?
All because I hide so quietly in shadows..
How cliche' to think good guys always win
I'm yearning for the right time to revolt
Against them
Those who stand for "good"
Who are you to say that?
Maybe we just fight for a different cause
And mine is just more twisted than yours
So I'll get their attention
I'll cause a scene
And I'll make sure that I'm seen
Just so they know who I am
And if they don't stop me,
I'll do it again
Just to get their undivided attention
They'll see me
Even blinded by the glory of all that light
I'll casually offend them
And I'll violently end them
Just to prove a point
That not all who defy are evil
And not all who are different mean harm
So I'll counter all thoughts
And bare all my arms
To prepare myself against the light of glory

"Dark angel"

A new daybreak
A new day to think
Of all of those who oppose me still
And how I shall rise against
I've had blood before,
and now I want more
To pronounce dark
and evoke my wings
To show everyone
How the dark does
terrible things.
Emit screams
and listen as blood
trickles in streams
I'll inject dark supernova
upon everyone in my way
Coloring the stars black
and the sky white
I'll be the new born plague
that wipes out everyone in my way
No legions can stop me now
not with words, not with light
I envision my fail safe
And to what is right
Dark angels will ascend
upon all who resist
Tides will reset
Fire will spread
I'll be laughing
at all of my twisted sins
Tell me now
Who the true villain is

"Darkness to light."

The air around me grew thick
as I saw his eyes, so radiant
and defiant, lit of white protruding
My heartbeat slowed in concentration
My arms shaking with anticipation
Waiting for his next move, to end me
or shall I live once more?
His breath hisses as it rises
and his hair so white catches my gaze
A moment lost too soon.
Before i could avert my eyes
he was there.
My heart jumped and I back away
leaving waves of darkness in defense.
He plows through my plea
Claiming to have dominance
"Light shines in the darkest of corners"
It seems I can hide here no longer
The heavens above me
nor the hell below me
Can fuel my wraith now.
I light my fire to see
As my eyes so sensitive to light, squint.
Again He hits me
With his white beams of divine.
I now lean on one knee
looking to catch wind.
His open hand above my face
Taunting me as he prepares
To cast the darkness into light.
 
I should have stayed in the shadows...

I'm the bad guy
The villen in the movies
But this anit a movie
It's life! Yours to be exact
...well what's left..
The woman you loved she's hanging in your closet
Blood
  Drip
     Drip
        Drip
He skin beside her
Her eyes in a jar

The childern of yours
In the cellar
Your food
Bill or Kate? was it that you at last night.
They screamed for you and mommy you know

You niebors came to help
I slashed thier thoghts
and painted your white walks red
Oulled there fringed nails
And thier teeth
Smashing in their skulls

Your pet in the oven
The other in the microwave

They all trusted me
Because they trusted you

"The Man who Laughs"

Mistah J isn't so bad
So what if his hair is green and greasy
His lips are permanently glued in that sinister smile
His face is distorted and white as snow?
Of all people in the world, he's not the craziest.
What the B-man himself:
dressing up as a flying rat.
Mistah J is unique,
His eyes, so empty, so cold
His clothes, so original, so uncaring
His laugh, so hysteric, so untamed
what if Mistah J burns mounds of money,
Or dresses up has a nurse?
The Joker is a unique soul, so bizarre in his own way
a GREAT man who’s comfortable in his white skin,
Not afraid to say what’s on his mind,
Not afraid to plummet in a whole city in chaos
Or shove a pencil in a man’s head.
A lot can be learned from Mistah J,
For whats a decent world,
If everyone can’t be themselves?
B-man would say the world would be a lot safer without Mistah J
But I wouldn't know what to do without him....(sigh)


(Tribute to my favorite villain as "Harley Quinn")

The Perfect Murder, That Is

My fantasy of a perfect crime
May hold something to be disdained
I have a far too morbid mind
An imagination to be ordained
By killers, that is

I made a list one bright day
Just to darkened the blue skies
I wrote down all the sadism
The torturous ways to say goodbye
By the victims, that is

Some are probably not original
In fact, most are definitely not
A throwback to medieval times
When corpses were piled to rot
By royalty, that is

Imagine being dragged to a place
An area quite hidden from view
Where all your pathetic screams
And pleas are useless to you
Funny to me, that is

Imagine a huge checkerboard out
But made of rusty razor wire
And being tied to the top of it
Rocks putting the weight you acquire
Cutting you up, that is

Or perhaps a slower method maybe?
I'll need a living plant of bamboo
Tie you to and keep you too watered
Till the bamboo grows over you
Suffocating you, that is

Maybe I could rip your nails out
Dip your fingers deep in a fiery acid
Sandpaper your skin till its raw
Laughing aloud because I'm wicked
Just for fun, that is

Ooh la la, so many cruel methods
Which one should I experiment?
Dare I say to electrocute or crucify?
Oh, your loved ones wail and lament!
Music to my ears, that is

So many ways, so many lives!
For a sadistic serial killer like me!
There could never be a flawless way
I'll kill you if you dare to disagree
For the perfect murder, that is

Cartel

My resources are unlimited
To my work I am committed
Ruthless, callous, and heartless
I'll obliterate all who oppose
Join my ranks or be dead
Can't risk any words to be said
Potential and active snitches
Boiled alive like Salem witches
Or beheaded like Lady Jane Grey
My humanity is fast fading away

Bang! Bang!

I shot you up
Right in your living room floor
With your bangable wife
And useless small children
Futilely running for the door

Don't double cross me motherfucker
I'll hunt you down in a matter of hours
We'll drag you out and beat you dead
Laughing at our heinous blood showers

Her Last Kiss

In the darkness I lurk
Watching good citizens at work
Cleaning up the mess I made
Blood splattered pavement
In a dark alley
Where her fragile body was laid
She was so delicious
Every taste and touch heavenly
Stolen from grace by hell
Yanking her hair which so beautifully fell
About her little shoulders
Framing her glowing cheeks
I painted her lips with her own blood
When I kissed her after I fed
I stole the virtue that she hid
They'll soon conceal her tainted body
Underneath her shiny coffin lid

       Black Roses


Craved to the deepest core
An emotional beggar unnoticed
at your heart’s populated entrance
for the smallest, or at least, fake attention
Diminished to a negligible stranger
Strangulated by loveless glances, sidelined severe
Sweetly orphaned of any scents of least, a namesake goodness—
meanest of a withdrawing smile
quickest of a synthetic handshake
lightest of an unintended hug
blandest of a boring chit-chat
slightest of a cosmetic company

And, Its always MORE to ask you this…
A FAITH in ME..
A FRIEND IN ME
A LOVE IN ME
…YOU DENIED
…YOU, ALL OF YOU!

Now, these flaming flickers
and close-pixeling shots
pouring in LIVE, golden
waves of celebrity attention..

I don’t hesitate
to confess, I love
to tell my lasting mission of shortening lives
to reveal my lively passion of causing deaths
I dare all to showcase
those intelligently made-invisible evidences
those peace-stained motives and memories
those decays of scents emanating, uniquely yours
those goodbye gifts of mine, BLACK surprise!

For you had NOW
outpoured in generous
what I ever needed
the attention and kindness

Now, salute this angelic messenger
Fatally kissing you to peace of death
THANK ME, you grave sufferers of life
For I am your Saviour of redemption
I heard those echoes, your crying inside
I need to answer you with humane mercy
I never IGNORE you, I never IMITATE YOU
I never can be as deafly INHUMAN as YOU,
Take my shots, my SURPRISE , UNASKED LOVE!
To relieve you tracelessly, beautifully
An unspelt euthanasia carried out
with all honour and dignity sometimes
When insanity creeps in subconsciously,
silently but violently ripping apart in
pieces, the more the pieces, the more peace!
At peace I am … and you, finally! Thank ME infinitely

Unending saga of love
this spell of sequence-
this killing, never spine-chilling
Its heart-warming peace-hunting

Delivering your stop of a bodily freedom
A liberating ritual to cease
you of restless routine –your breathing
Pure and putrid -as you lay
Decaying scent and deceased accent
choking my senses to never found ecstasy!

Embracing the intimacy
with your wilting flesh
My gift tonight–Black Roses
Lifted from you, the twin iris-
artfully placed for final warmth
at the same door of denial-your heart!


p.s: depicts mind of a serial killer. an older write

Thank you all for sharing your poems.

Oh wow Thanks,
I seriously didn't think I had a chance to win there were more entries then mine, well thank you.

I'm a super villain
I like to do a lot of killen

but when I'm not
I'm peeling potatoes

I'm also known,
for a mean potato salad