Submissions by behindthebehemoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2017 5:55pm
9th May 2017 5:55pm
To know me is to know yourself,
I am the hunger in your loins and the fire in your heart.
I am the enemy to the cross and the brother to man.
You looked to the sun and bestowed apon me a name.
I asked you to challenge the holy books of the past and I have seen great change.
You looked into the darkness and tore me from its grasp.
I sit with the kings and immortals among man with a crown of light resting atop my head.
Sadly, man has gladly buried his crown in the dirt underneath Christ's feet.
Know your worth and move him out of the way so you may sit apron your throne...
I am the enemy to the cross and the brother to man.
You looked to the sun and bestowed apon me a name.
I asked you to challenge the holy books of the past and I have seen great change.
You looked into the darkness and tore me from its grasp.
I sit with the kings and immortals among man with a crown of light resting atop my head.
Sadly, man has gladly buried his crown in the dirt underneath Christ's feet.
Know your worth and move him out of the way so you may sit apron your throne...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2017 5:22am
28th Apr 2017 5:22am
Ill free you all.
Fucking filthy street trash,
Ill liberate you of your blessings in one swift motion.
You will not awake to celebrate the lost of your "burdens."
Ill never shed a tear as i watch you do so.
One after another ill spill your guts onto the corners of London.
All the while the press will spill their ink onto paper trying their best to explain it all.
You will never witness the joy of soft crying and first words.
You will just be another tramp missing another puzzle piece.
All of these pieces I have collected for myself.
Ill use them to...
Ill liberate you of your blessings in one swift motion.
You will not awake to celebrate the lost of your "burdens."
Ill never shed a tear as i watch you do so.
One after another ill spill your guts onto the corners of London.
All the while the press will spill their ink onto paper trying their best to explain it all.
You will never witness the joy of soft crying and first words.
You will just be another tramp missing another puzzle piece.
All of these pieces I have collected for myself.
Ill use them to...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Apr 2017 4:43am
28th Apr 2017 4:43am
Ill take what i can get.
i loved you.
I loved you more than spring rain.
Thats why i had to keep you to myself back then.
I could not allow you to run off with him.
I had to keep you by my side.
Sadly you would not give me your all.
So I decided to take your stump home with me.
I loved you more than spring rain.
Thats why i had to keep you to myself back then.
I could not allow you to run off with him.
I had to keep you by my side.
Sadly you would not give me your all.
So I decided to take your stump home with me.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Apr 2017 5:38am
16th Apr 2017 5:38am
The eyes that judge me.
The eyes of that fucking creep always looking for a tit slip or a peek at my panties.
The jock that always looks for my weaknesses and friends they can hook up with.
Eyes of my parents when I fuck up here and there.
I always thought that those eyes were the most frightening.
The eyes of that...thing.
Always judging me from that hole I cover up again and again.
I thought what ever it was would fuck off eventually.
Nope.
Every week.
Every month.
Those eyes that never leave.
I somehow managed to ignore these last few years....
The jock that always looks for my weaknesses and friends they can hook up with.
Eyes of my parents when I fuck up here and there.
I always thought that those eyes were the most frightening.
The eyes of that...thing.
Always judging me from that hole I cover up again and again.
I thought what ever it was would fuck off eventually.
Nope.
Every week.
Every month.
Those eyes that never leave.
I somehow managed to ignore these last few years....
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 5:38am
6th Apr 2017 5:38am
Sweet love of mine.
sweet love of mine.
I just couldn't get enough of his hugs and soft kisses to my cheek.
His soft voice and loving face.
My sweethearts joyful outlook on life.
sweet.
sweet.
sweet.
sweet.
Sweet liver
sweet lungs and heart.
juicy arms and legs.
sweet stump. I pick out the little treats from inside like a bag of candy.
A little salt on the eyes make my morning.
I loved him in life now I can as a part of my daily calorie intake.
...
I just couldn't get enough of his hugs and soft kisses to my cheek.
His soft voice and loving face.
My sweethearts joyful outlook on life.
sweet.
sweet.
sweet.
sweet.
Sweet liver
sweet lungs and heart.
juicy arms and legs.
sweet stump. I pick out the little treats from inside like a bag of candy.
A little salt on the eyes make my morning.
I loved him in life now I can as a part of my daily calorie intake.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2017 00:01am
3rd Apr 2017 00:01am
you are so perfect.
You had that country swagger that filled me with a everlasting fire.
A fire that could set this whole world ablaze.
Now your being spun slowly over that fire .I'm hungry for country ham this morning.
Those lips that could drive a man crazy are now being filled with a copper rod.
The heart I hoped to capture in now resting in a bowl right below your freshly smoked corpse
I could never bring myself to take your poison into myself.
your better off as dog chow anyway.
A fire that could set this whole world ablaze.
Now your being spun slowly over that fire .I'm hungry for country ham this morning.
Those lips that could drive a man crazy are now being filled with a copper rod.
The heart I hoped to capture in now resting in a bowl right below your freshly smoked corpse
I could never bring myself to take your poison into myself.
your better off as dog chow anyway.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2017 11:48pm
2nd Apr 2017 11:48pm
Make me pretty.
Make me into the next plastic face of tomorrows magazine cover.
The blush and eyeliner will hide the vileness underneath.
The camera's will capture my good side and my pillow will absorb my insecure one,
All the girls will look up to me.
All the boys will look at me from behind.
All the movie directors will look at me with the lights off when the camera's aren't rolling.
When I'm almost at my prime my body wont know it.
The years will show off the wrong side.
The lovers will show me to the other side of the door.
I never thought...
The blush and eyeliner will hide the vileness underneath.
The camera's will capture my good side and my pillow will absorb my insecure one,
All the girls will look up to me.
All the boys will look at me from behind.
All the movie directors will look at me with the lights off when the camera's aren't rolling.
When I'm almost at my prime my body wont know it.
The years will show off the wrong side.
The lovers will show me to the other side of the door.
I never thought...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2017 7:29am
2nd Mar 2017 7:29am
Every night at 7:34 pm.
At the age of 12 I had very little friends.I remember moving to Texas with my mom and step dad.we lived in a cute little neighborhood with lots of flower beds and small trees.
It was early June and I spent many of my days outside with the other kids.That's when I met Tammy Chase.She was a cute,blonde girl with small glasses.
We spent lots of time together.
I wish we could of had more.
Her dad was a real asshole.Every weekend I heard screaming and cursing from across the street.One day after another incident I asked Tammy to come over for a bit. ...
It was early June and I spent many of my days outside with the other kids.That's when I met Tammy Chase.She was a cute,blonde girl with small glasses.
We spent lots of time together.
I wish we could of had more.
Her dad was a real asshole.Every weekend I heard screaming and cursing from across the street.One day after another incident I asked Tammy to come over for a bit. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2017 6:44am
2nd Mar 2017 6:44am
Create the next nightmare.
I want to see the sky darken.
Make me loose my way in the deep woods.
Force my mouth open and vomit your illness into me.
Give me the gore and terror.
I know you can fill me.
We all shield ourselves from the sickness of our world.
The dead child in the middle of the road
The spots of blood with no owner.
That sound of shifting down stairs. Slowly coming up stairs to meet you in the middle of the night.
Smashed mouth sluts in my ally way.
Staring at me with dead eyes.
From...
Make me loose my way in the deep woods.
Force my mouth open and vomit your illness into me.
Give me the gore and terror.
I know you can fill me.
We all shield ourselves from the sickness of our world.
The dead child in the middle of the road
The spots of blood with no owner.
That sound of shifting down stairs. Slowly coming up stairs to meet you in the middle of the night.
Smashed mouth sluts in my ally way.
Staring at me with dead eyes.
From...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 5:06am
27th Feb 2017 5:06am
She waits.
She waits behind the tree. Looking with hollow eyes.
A face of admiration and wonder.
The face of a loving mother.
I'll never understand why.
I'm not exactly thrilled to find out.
Maybe I'll know tonight.
When I open my eyes and see her staring down at me from the ceiling.
Again.
A face of admiration and wonder.
The face of a loving mother.
I'll never understand why.
I'm not exactly thrilled to find out.
Maybe I'll know tonight.
When I open my eyes and see her staring down at me from the ceiling.
Again.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 4:55am
27th Feb 2017 4:55am
Not born equally.
I was born mixed up and deformed.
I grew up poor and undereducated.
My faith was forced upon me.
I was cast out and beaten.
Born black, Asian,white, twisted or or rich.
Hate.
Deformation.
Poverty.
Religion.
Race.
Financial standings.
Mental state.
Family history.
Genes.
Gender rights.
Sex.
Sexuality.
I can't bing myself to believe that we are all created equal.
That's not necessarily a bad...
I grew up poor and undereducated.
My faith was forced upon me.
I was cast out and beaten.
Born black, Asian,white, twisted or or rich.
Hate.
Deformation.
Poverty.
Religion.
Race.
Financial standings.
Mental state.
Family history.
Genes.
Gender rights.
Sex.
Sexuality.
I can't bing myself to believe that we are all created equal.
That's not necessarily a bad...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2017 5:48am
13th Feb 2017 5:48am
Vulture boy.
When the moon is most high there.s he is next to the corpse in the back woods of Virginia.
Biting off the fingers and toes.swallowing the milky white eyes just before the maggots beat him to them.
Chewing on the cartilage of the nose.Using his rock to bust out the perly whites he desires.
Cutting open the fleshy, round, gut and biting down on the digestive tubing..
Face soaked in the fecal remains of the poor fucker after every bite.
Blow after blow finally rewarding the bastard with his brain matter delicacy.
As morning comes...
Biting off the fingers and toes.swallowing the milky white eyes just before the maggots beat him to them.
Chewing on the cartilage of the nose.Using his rock to bust out the perly whites he desires.
Cutting open the fleshy, round, gut and biting down on the digestive tubing..
Face soaked in the fecal remains of the poor fucker after every bite.
Blow after blow finally rewarding the bastard with his brain matter delicacy.
As morning comes...
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