Poetry competition CLOSED 30th September 2017 1:49am
WINNER
SimpleTon
SimpleTon
RUNNERS-UP:
David_Macleod
and eswaller
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Murderous intentions
Recipe
he got the charming looks
and the mesmerising eyes
he spoke like an angel
he smelled like the heaven
his skin pale and soft
a touch felt like
a velvet sliding in your arms
his whispers made the girls
wet them selves
he broke the hearts of many men
by stealing the hearts of many girls
not only their hearts
the girls lost everything
the satisfaction ended
with the loudest scream
of their lives
giving up their lives
breathe out the last breath
in his lips
then he will kiss them
the last good bye
and begin his ritual
he will take a deep breath
and smoke a cigaret
then he will pick up his tool box
from under his bed
first a spoon to scoop the eyes out
and put in to the bottle
then the soft pen knife
to peel their skins off
from their chins to breasts
their thighs till their toes
put them in a tray
and slide inside the oven
bake till the crust
turn to golden brown
take it out grind the crust to make flour
mix with with three cups of blood
one cup of blended flesh then
add the dried skin flour
and put them in to paper cups
bake them for twenty minutes
put the icing on top
and decorate it with an eye ball
the cupcake is ready
for his evening tea
and he is set for the night
hunt again
Written by dejure
(vick)
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Jack the Ripper (artisan killer)
I am an artist
A knife is my brush
A corpse is my canvas
I was born to this and I am talented.
It feels good to hold a knife
I like to slash
I like to stab
I like to slice
I like to maime a victim in the middle of the night.
I take an ugly whore
I paint a pretty picture with her core.
I create a masterpiece with every cut. I am a genius.
I lead whores to the slaughter
I am the human butcher
I hunger for murder.
I consume flesh like a vulture.
I hunt, kill and devour.
Killing is the ultimate power.
I am standing in the corner
l see a prostitute who needs a customer
I whistle and wave at her
She has dirty clothes and dirty hair
I pull her close into the shadows.
I produce a blade and slash her face
I punch her hard and break her nose
I slit her throat down to the bone.
I rip off her clothes
My hands are soaked in blood
I carve open her gut
Every organ is removed and I cut them in two
I only left the heart and screamed this is art.
If you read the paper you can see my latest work.
(c) copyright SimpleTon 2017
A knife is my brush
A corpse is my canvas
I was born to this and I am talented.
It feels good to hold a knife
I like to slash
I like to stab
I like to slice
I like to maime a victim in the middle of the night.
I take an ugly whore
I paint a pretty picture with her core.
I create a masterpiece with every cut. I am a genius.
I lead whores to the slaughter
I am the human butcher
I hunger for murder.
I consume flesh like a vulture.
I hunt, kill and devour.
Killing is the ultimate power.
I am standing in the corner
l see a prostitute who needs a customer
I whistle and wave at her
She has dirty clothes and dirty hair
I pull her close into the shadows.
I produce a blade and slash her face
I punch her hard and break her nose
I slit her throat down to the bone.
I rip off her clothes
My hands are soaked in blood
I carve open her gut
Every organ is removed and I cut them in two
I only left the heart and screamed this is art.
If you read the paper you can see my latest work.
(c) copyright SimpleTon 2017
Written by SimpleTon
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Jack
It was a newspaper hack
That chose to call me ‘Jack’
I object to the ‘Ripper’ description
Slicing precisely is my prescription
I love these dark and foggy streets
An abundance of female treats
In the darkness of night
Most folks take fright
They’ll keep their mouths shut
Role their eyes up and just tut
Her nightmare, not dreams
I muffle her screams
Repeated deliberate stabbing
Despite her struggle and grabbing
I remove organs and pieces
Avoiding urine and faeces
Mementos from those I’ve put to sleep
I decided a while ago to eat what I keep
It’s time now to end my murderous smirk
My experiment failed despite my good work
I have killed and gorged I’ve been well fed
But the souls of the dead, remain with the dead
Of to my next adventure, they’ll never catch me
If they did, they’d do nothing. I am royalty you see
It was a newspaper hack
That chose to call me ‘Jack’
I object to the ‘Ripper’ description
Slicing precisely is my prescription
I love these dark and foggy streets
An abundance of female treats
In the darkness of night
Most folks take fright
They’ll keep their mouths shut
Role their eyes up and just tut
Her nightmare, not dreams
I muffle her screams
Repeated deliberate stabbing
Despite her struggle and grabbing
I remove organs and pieces
Avoiding urine and faeces
Mementos from those I’ve put to sleep
I decided a while ago to eat what I keep
It’s time now to end my murderous smirk
My experiment failed despite my good work
I have killed and gorged I’ve been well fed
But the souls of the dead, remain with the dead
Of to my next adventure, they’ll never catch me
If they did, they’d do nothing. I am royalty you see
I Ripper
These shadows know better than to offend me
they cloak me segregate from this feter
lookie this specimen she
but wears excrement like lace
walks towards my covert posture
delivering her chin to my chest
as if she had reason to raise it
her grubby corset hangs loose
but spills soft white mounds over and out
they fall and rise with bewitching motion
and for a moment repulsion and dense scrutiny
turn tail to lust
my chagrin trembles!
so i move to cut out what offends me
snatching her femme fatale from this pretty moonlight
and i drag her back into ugly darkness
i slice with knowing flick of the wrist
cutting the feminine and human from my witness
leaving warmth only in the red congeal surrounding her
a cadaver at best...
ro be tossed out like old rubbish
deserved
These shadows know better than to offend me
they cloak me segregate from this feter
lookie this specimen she
but wears excrement like lace
walks towards my covert posture
delivering her chin to my chest
as if she had reason to raise it
her grubby corset hangs loose
but spills soft white mounds over and out
they fall and rise with bewitching motion
and for a moment repulsion and dense scrutiny
turn tail to lust
my chagrin trembles!
so i move to cut out what offends me
snatching her femme fatale from this pretty moonlight
and i drag her back into ugly darkness
i slice with knowing flick of the wrist
cutting the feminine and human from my witness
leaving warmth only in the red congeal surrounding her
a cadaver at best...
ro be tossed out like old rubbish
deserved
Jack the Ripper
They call him Jack the Ripper as he tears every woman’s body to
Shreds until they are unrecognizable. He walks away knowing he
Can still taste their blood and hear their screams. He will horrify you
And me as we could never understand why someone would be
That brutal. Darling, there is that mystery that hangs in the air.
Prostitutes nobody could ever care about. We would never know
Their names, but they are humans and gone too soon. Their long hair,
Shining in the moonlight as they were just trying to make money. The glow
Of their skin is gone too as they look like a mangled porcelain doll.
At some point they may have been someone else’s prized jewel.
I can never imagine them begging for their life, as they crawl
Trying to make their escape into this world, harsh and cruel.
Shreds until they are unrecognizable. He walks away knowing he
Can still taste their blood and hear their screams. He will horrify you
And me as we could never understand why someone would be
That brutal. Darling, there is that mystery that hangs in the air.
Prostitutes nobody could ever care about. We would never know
Their names, but they are humans and gone too soon. Their long hair,
Shining in the moonlight as they were just trying to make money. The glow
Of their skin is gone too as they look like a mangled porcelain doll.
At some point they may have been someone else’s prized jewel.
I can never imagine them begging for their life, as they crawl
Trying to make their escape into this world, harsh and cruel.
Written by eswaller
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