Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 9:42am
19th Jan 2025 9:42am
I AM WHO I AM!
I could be a 65 year old dude...
...or an 19 year old college student...
It's the Internet...be careful!
That lovely girl who needs help
paying her phone bill or rent -
she sends you a "not her" nude!
Get out your cash app!
You just got scammed!
Poor little you!
The Nigerian prince is
going to split his inheritance
some time next month, right?
So, you'll be ok! Whew! Just
text your mother's maiden name
and your childhood phone number!
If not...that lottery winner is just ...
...or an 19 year old college student...
It's the Internet...be careful!
That lovely girl who needs help
paying her phone bill or rent -
she sends you a "not her" nude!
Get out your cash app!
You just got scammed!
Poor little you!
The Nigerian prince is
going to split his inheritance
some time next month, right?
So, you'll be ok! Whew! Just
text your mother's maiden name
and your childhood phone number!
If not...that lottery winner is just ...
#deception
#evil
#horror
90 reads
3 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 8:35am
16th Jan 2025 8:35am
eye
exist
in clandestine chasms
where libertine lethargy
burns
beyond exits
all broken caskets
torn palms fierce fingers
puck at each fabric
clause of a cause
o ignite let knighthood
my throne abide
hermetic heretic
scarab splitting spitting
I am each grinded tone
cut open from each core
devastation deprivation
my human remains
sacred death
sacred cloth
vow to me
execute all sanity
come with me
now pledge!!!
...
in clandestine chasms
where libertine lethargy
burns
beyond exits
all broken caskets
torn palms fierce fingers
puck at each fabric
clause of a cause
o ignite let knighthood
my throne abide
hermetic heretic
scarab splitting spitting
I am each grinded tone
cut open from each core
devastation deprivation
my human remains
sacred death
sacred cloth
vow to me
execute all sanity
come with me
now pledge!!!
...
#evil
119 reads
6 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 2:56pm
14th Jan 2025 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
95 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 8:40pm
13th Jan 2025 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
73 reads
0 Comments
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
72 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
55 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
81 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
80 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
54 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
70 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
89 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
122 reads
2 Comments
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