Submissions by Krosgood (Violence)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I like to write about the darker side of the imagination. Dreams, nightmares and psychological horror. Some would say I suffer from night terror,s but I embrace them.
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2015 11:50pm
29th Nov 2015 11:50pm
Predatory instinct
And to think I thought the depths could get no deeper
I've fallen deeper back into the lash and pits of formidable creatures
Who cast me into the heart of blackened nature
Yet I fear no subjugation from a faker
For I have locks that loosen when I am angered
No keys can tease them open
Not unless they breathe my rage
So speak your words and have them spoken
Before the chains have fallen from the cage
And the starving beast it's freed to feast
His first in one thousand days
I've fallen deeper back into the lash and pits of formidable creatures
Who cast me into the heart of blackened nature
Yet I fear no subjugation from a faker
For I have locks that loosen when I am angered
No keys can tease them open
Not unless they breathe my rage
So speak your words and have them spoken
Before the chains have fallen from the cage
And the starving beast it's freed to feast
His first in one thousand days
901 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Oct 2015 8:04am
19th Oct 2015 8:04am
God is dead
I woke in bed
Arms and legs Chained to the bedposts
I felt exhausted and angry at the same time
The priest standing above me though, seemed more so than I
What's going on, I thought as my vision became tunneled
Cold hands pressed hard around my neck and my mouth was muffled
My arms and legs were no longer under my control
Kicking and writhing, my bindings hurt when they pulled
A voice other than mine boiled from my throat
Vulgar obscenities spoke as I choked
I could feel invisible knives carving into my face
The priest looked sick and...
Arms and legs Chained to the bedposts
I felt exhausted and angry at the same time
The priest standing above me though, seemed more so than I
What's going on, I thought as my vision became tunneled
Cold hands pressed hard around my neck and my mouth was muffled
My arms and legs were no longer under my control
Kicking and writhing, my bindings hurt when they pulled
A voice other than mine boiled from my throat
Vulgar obscenities spoke as I choked
I could feel invisible knives carving into my face
The priest looked sick and...
687 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2015 10:51pm
14th Oct 2015 10:51pm
From blood to dust, and back again
With every light comes a shadow
And with life comes death
There is life that thrives above the ground
And also thriving on the death below
For without death
There is no life
And without life
Death provides
The lion lives to kill
The gazelle would kill to live
But that's just how things are
Above the dirt or below the water
Are stories told in scars
From beetles gorging in rotting flesh
To trees thriving on our exhausted breath
Day gives way to night
The sparrow sleeps as the bat takes flight
...
And with life comes death
There is life that thrives above the ground
And also thriving on the death below
For without death
There is no life
And without life
Death provides
The lion lives to kill
The gazelle would kill to live
But that's just how things are
Above the dirt or below the water
Are stories told in scars
From beetles gorging in rotting flesh
To trees thriving on our exhausted breath
Day gives way to night
The sparrow sleeps as the bat takes flight
...
763 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Oct 2015 3:18am
8th Oct 2015 3:18am
The Lamb (The Howling of DUP comp. entry)
Alone this night I shiver
Chained beneath the cold floor
Dreaming of a bleeding river
Drinking from it and wanting more
Shackles bind my wrists
Hold back this conniption fit
I feel it coming
The moon will bring me pain
My blood is running
Hot within my veins
No windows in the cellar
But a crack of light shines through
Someone is near and I can smell her
So I let the urge consume
Release the beast
The curse I have to be
Fire burns along my back
Spreading to my soul
No looseness in my skin no slack
The beast...
Chained beneath the cold floor
Dreaming of a bleeding river
Drinking from it and wanting more
Shackles bind my wrists
Hold back this conniption fit
I feel it coming
The moon will bring me pain
My blood is running
Hot within my veins
No windows in the cellar
But a crack of light shines through
Someone is near and I can smell her
So I let the urge consume
Release the beast
The curse I have to be
Fire burns along my back
Spreading to my soul
No looseness in my skin no slack
The beast...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Sep 2015 5:07am
7th Sep 2015 5:07am
Story teller
What if,
All my stories were true?
These poems of monsters and rough sex too?
What if,
These writings are real?
The blood with a warmth you could reach out and feel.
What if,
I'm over two thousand years old?
A thing full of stories and tales to be told.
What if,
I just wear human skin
Because it's un-feared and something you believe in?
What if?
What if,
I know where you sleep
And I hide in the corner?
In the shadows I reap.
What if,
You don't believe what I say?
Then believe me, you will, believe me...
All my stories were true?
These poems of monsters and rough sex too?
What if,
These writings are real?
The blood with a warmth you could reach out and feel.
What if,
I'm over two thousand years old?
A thing full of stories and tales to be told.
What if,
I just wear human skin
Because it's un-feared and something you believe in?
What if?
What if,
I know where you sleep
And I hide in the corner?
In the shadows I reap.
What if,
You don't believe what I say?
Then believe me, you will, believe me...
#dark
#scary
#monsters
778 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 6:06am
2nd Sep 2015 6:06am
Hi, I'm Violence, you wana play?
To all of those who think I'm a little disturbed
Demented, morbid, God damned and twisted
I can't help what comes outa my head
This shits for real
Fucked up
Unscripted
You think I go by violence because it sounds tough?
I grew up in the streets where stayin alive was rough
"You are what you eat" and I've eaten some violent stuff
Knives out
Fingers up
This tortured soul ain't givin a fuck
All you've ever seen is the gore bitten sex poet
I'm a goddamned angel of rage and I never ever show it
But someone done lit the...
Demented, morbid, God damned and twisted
I can't help what comes outa my head
This shits for real
Fucked up
Unscripted
You think I go by violence because it sounds tough?
I grew up in the streets where stayin alive was rough
"You are what you eat" and I've eaten some violent stuff
Knives out
Fingers up
This tortured soul ain't givin a fuck
All you've ever seen is the gore bitten sex poet
I'm a goddamned angel of rage and I never ever show it
But someone done lit the...
777 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2015 4:19am
24th Aug 2015 4:19am
The night my Mom believed me
Under the sheets is the safest place to be
To cover my face as not to see
The thing in the corner that keeps staring at me
Is it my imagination or just a horrible dream?
It covers my nightlight and closes the door
I know it's getting closer by the creaks in the floor
I tremble and shake
Feeling dizzy inside
My fortress of blankets
But there's nowhere to hide
I hear it breathing
Like my grandfather snores
My face is cold and wet
The monster's drool
It pours
My room smells like a wet dog
On a hot rainy day
I...
To cover my face as not to see
The thing in the corner that keeps staring at me
Is it my imagination or just a horrible dream?
It covers my nightlight and closes the door
I know it's getting closer by the creaks in the floor
I tremble and shake
Feeling dizzy inside
My fortress of blankets
But there's nowhere to hide
I hear it breathing
Like my grandfather snores
My face is cold and wet
The monster's drool
It pours
My room smells like a wet dog
On a hot rainy day
I...
615 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jul 2015 3:40am
26th Jul 2015 3:40am
The Gepetto experience
The Gepetto experience
Like a marionette you do as I wish
Hair or strings attached to my hands
i can make you twitch
When I flick my wrist
Or my fingers
Like this...
Like a marionette you do as I wish
Hair or strings attached to my hands
i can make you twitch
When I flick my wrist
Or my fingers
Like this...
1011 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2015 9:01pm
15th Jul 2015 9:01pm
The Black (of my pen)
I've gone a million miles
Inches at a time
When that pen hits the paper
Line after line
I know it's time to go
Run with the ink
Through these pages
I jot down
All these thoughts that I think
I've dreamt a million nightmares
This darkness that I breathe
So I get up
Immortalize them
Put my mind down at ease
My bleeding pen leaves bloodstains on my hands
Like a madman I smear it
In these dreams I sure can
Wander with the monsters
Expel my darkest thoughts
Play out this black imagination
For without these...
Inches at a time
When that pen hits the paper
Line after line
I know it's time to go
Run with the ink
Through these pages
I jot down
All these thoughts that I think
I've dreamt a million nightmares
This darkness that I breathe
So I get up
Immortalize them
Put my mind down at ease
My bleeding pen leaves bloodstains on my hands
Like a madman I smear it
In these dreams I sure can
Wander with the monsters
Expel my darkest thoughts
Play out this black imagination
For without these...
909 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2015 2:47am
15th Jul 2015 2:47am
The true scent of death
At first, the air smelled sweet and fruitful
The morning dew, laced with aromatic moss and forest humidity, disappeared under the sunrise like the ghosts in the fading mist
Diesel fuel and smoke from the burning fires slowly crept into the into the camp of soldiers, sleeping with one eye open
There was at one point, even if only for a few hours, where peace lay upon the battlefield
All was silent but the sound of flies buzzing, and crawling flesh from wet maggots under the dead men's skin
Early dawn was hot enough to lift their sweetly foul perfume of rot like the...
The morning dew, laced with aromatic moss and forest humidity, disappeared under the sunrise like the ghosts in the fading mist
Diesel fuel and smoke from the burning fires slowly crept into the into the camp of soldiers, sleeping with one eye open
There was at one point, even if only for a few hours, where peace lay upon the battlefield
All was silent but the sound of flies buzzing, and crawling flesh from wet maggots under the dead men's skin
Early dawn was hot enough to lift their sweetly foul perfume of rot like the...
793 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Jul 2015 3:53pm
12th Jul 2015 3:53pm
The new Devils dance in the flesh of dead Gods
A dull tune rips through the skeletons that the trees had left behind
One continuous howling note that varies in pitch from time to time
Singing echoes of the past and its violence
Being carried on the never ending wind is the song of utter silence
Erasing history with coarse sand and the hands of scorn
A new polytheistic form of satanism is born
As dust devils reign over the baron landscape
To these colossal gods the ever shifting dunes are theirs to reshape
The primordial breath of these whirling toxic deities choked out all who opposed ...
One continuous howling note that varies in pitch from time to time
Singing echoes of the past and its violence
Being carried on the never ending wind is the song of utter silence
Erasing history with coarse sand and the hands of scorn
A new polytheistic form of satanism is born
As dust devils reign over the baron landscape
To these colossal gods the ever shifting dunes are theirs to reshape
The primordial breath of these whirling toxic deities choked out all who opposed ...
750 reads
4 Comments
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