NP_NP
Poem Published
Today 2:56pm
Today 2:56pm
The Mask
Who was the catalyst that catapulted me
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
into my chosen art?
I’ve always loved the macabre,
so, show me what you wouldn’t dare reveal to your friends,
speak words you wouldn’t whisper in church.
I want the ghastly,
show me your devil face.
I am not all good, nor am I all evil,
bringing lunch for both my demons and angels,
finding ways for my inner turmoil to exist.
If the Cheshire cat can tell Alice
he doesn’t love her, then so can you.
It’s Poe, it’s Goya,
brains splattered like Hemingway. ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#love
#WritingPoetry
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:40pm
Yesterday 8:40pm
In The Cloisters
Dusty highways and forsaken roads
I’ve gone to the devil's home
To tread the path where evil once rode
Forty shells and His word in tome
A break-action adorned in martyr’s bone
Ghost towns still bear the stains of blood
Where the wind whispers in a hollow tone
Carrying rot over the road’s dried mud
Step and approach the warped birch
The stench of corruption thick in the air
Carrion of sin eating at the inverted church
Salvation picked apart upon an altar of despair
...
I’ve gone to the devil's home
To tread the path where evil once rode
Forty shells and His word in tome
A break-action adorned in martyr’s bone
Ghost towns still bear the stains of blood
Where the wind whispers in a hollow tone
Carrying rot over the road’s dried mud
Step and approach the warped birch
The stench of corruption thick in the air
Carrion of sin eating at the inverted church
Salvation picked apart upon an altar of despair
...
#dark
#death
#evil
#ghosts
#religion
24 reads
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 9:48am
10th Jan 2025 9:48am
The Mattress Bleeds
The Mattress Bleeds”
One more down with more to go.
This woman in my bed.
A night of such incredible lust.
The mattress must be fed.
I will come to you.
You will come to me.
Let us drink and chat a while.
You are sure to become inebriated
and that gives me a smile.
Let me take you home tonight.
Let us make love and then soon sleep.
Come morning brings you breakfast in bed
then I will watch you scream and weep.
Soon you are shackled in my bed.
I laugh seeing your fear.
I torcher you in...
One more down with more to go.
This woman in my bed.
A night of such incredible lust.
The mattress must be fed.
I will come to you.
You will come to me.
Let us drink and chat a while.
You are sure to become inebriated
and that gives me a smile.
Let me take you home tonight.
Let us make love and then soon sleep.
Come morning brings you breakfast in bed
then I will watch you scream and weep.
Soon you are shackled in my bed.
I laugh seeing your fear.
I torcher you in...
#dark
#evil
#horror
46 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 10th Jan 2025 1:04am
14th Dec 2024 3:44pm
14th Dec 2024 3:44pm
Rock a bye...
#abuse
#evil
47 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:34am
8th Jan 2025 7:34am
A Gift of Dust
Winds howl at dusk, a mournful cry
Main drag barren but the dust
The stench of fear thickens the sky
Anticipation feeds on dread and lust
The ragged things crawl from the shade
Starving for the blood to spill
For their feast, a pact was made
Death obeys their haunting will
They leer at two who bear the mark
Knowing fate must break the chain
One shall crumble into the dark
The other bound to live in pain
The duel begins, grim law decrees
Terror flickers in grim stance
Two may...
Main drag barren but the dust
The stench of fear thickens the sky
Anticipation feeds on dread and lust
The ragged things crawl from the shade
Starving for the blood to spill
For their feast, a pact was made
Death obeys their haunting will
They leer at two who bear the mark
Knowing fate must break the chain
One shall crumble into the dark
The other bound to live in pain
The duel begins, grim law decrees
Terror flickers in grim stance
Two may...
#conflict
#death
#evil
#fear
#murder
51 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
6th Jan 2025 11:22pm
Soulstorm of the Wicked (Ghostlords of the Witch)
Through disease, war and self-destruction the Cunaim city-state fell
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
They was the greatest of them all who spiraled down broken stairs into hell,
“Those other city-states the Cunaim controlled were put in their place
Even though limited freedom was given they were still looked upon with disgrace,
“One vassal state secretly breed a generation until they bled poisonous blood
Every year performing an evil ritual holiday of sinister loyalty and fake love,
“With a form of Seppuku they would drain themselves dry
Upon farming fields, sewers...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts #sacrifice
#ghosts #sacrifice
61 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:42pm
6th Jan 2025 9:42pm
That Purple Blob Named Grimace
Is he a taste bud or a milkshake?
Everyone loves that happy, purple blob Grimace
He's a McDonald character that loves milk shakes
Back when he debuted in 1971, he was called Evil Grimace
Evil Grimace was sinister
A villain who would steal milkshakes from children
He was mean, had four arms and no charm at all
Children were frightened
Some children believed if they ordered a milk shake, that evil Grimace would steal it out of their hands
The 4-armed Grimace was also a coke fiend
Besides stealing milk shakes and tormenting kids,...
Everyone loves that happy, purple blob Grimace
He's a McDonald character that loves milk shakes
Back when he debuted in 1971, he was called Evil Grimace
Evil Grimace was sinister
A villain who would steal milkshakes from children
He was mean, had four arms and no charm at all
Children were frightened
Some children believed if they ordered a milk shake, that evil Grimace would steal it out of their hands
The 4-armed Grimace was also a coke fiend
Besides stealing milk shakes and tormenting kids,...
#children
#evil
#food
#PopCulture
#uplifting
45 reads
6 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 9:09pm
5th Jan 2025 9:09pm
Haunted Flurries
I sit by death’s cold door
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts
#morality
#regret
52 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 11:32am
4th Jan 2025 11:32am
Sanguine Thirsts
I see through the whispering breeze
A shadow creeping through the trees
Not so much as a sound
Yet nothing living to be found
Like a pen drained of ink
Longing for crimson drink
Centuries of ravenous thirst
Fangs mark the damned and cursed
The stench of the grave’s earthen bed
Stirs the restless dead
Eyes fixate on virgin breast
The pulsing heart beneath the chest
Where scarlet rivers freely flow
Dawns the hour of the crow
Oh, what horrors...
A shadow creeping through the trees
Not so much as a sound
Yet nothing living to be found
Like a pen drained of ink
Longing for crimson drink
Centuries of ravenous thirst
Fangs mark the damned and cursed
The stench of the grave’s earthen bed
Stirs the restless dead
Eyes fixate on virgin breast
The pulsing heart beneath the chest
Where scarlet rivers freely flow
Dawns the hour of the crow
Oh, what horrors...
#death
#evil
#murder
#night
#shadows
82 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:38am
4th Jan 2025 8:38am
Your face
I put on your face today...
...your slutty clothes -
and a dab of cheap perfume...
so I could be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday.
I didn't want to put on your face today...
...or your slutty clothes -
especially that dab of skank perfume!
I don't want to be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday!
You forced me to walk the streets...
...and answer to your name...
because they are horny and you are cheap!
I didn't want to...but I did it!
Do you love me mommy?
Here's the...
...your slutty clothes -
and a dab of cheap perfume...
so I could be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday.
I didn't want to put on your face today...
...or your slutty clothes -
especially that dab of skank perfume!
I don't want to be you and do...
...the whore things you do everyday!
You forced me to walk the streets...
...and answer to your name...
because they are horny and you are cheap!
I didn't want to...but I did it!
Do you love me mommy?
Here's the...
#dirty
#evil
#sex
92 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 5:54am
3rd Jan 2025 5:54am
The Smell of Fear
Ah, the perfume of terror, thick and sweet!
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
#dark
#evil
#fear
#horror
#monsters
67 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:18pm
2nd Jan 2025 6:18pm
And The Devil Wept
How art thou fallen, O Sin, my fairest blight
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
#dark
#devil
#evil
#morality
#religion
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