Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:15pm
28th Feb 2025 1:15pm
Wouldn't you do the same thing?
If I was going to do it, I would do it right
I would take some guys wife and kids
Do the whole torture and mutilation thing
Kind of like the film "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer"
You know what I mean
Really party down with them and then the real fun begins
They'd be in for some wild sex and humiliation
Throw in some agony and mayhem
And then they'll be wishing for death
And I'm the guy who will grant their wishes
While this is happening
I'll be documenting the whole thing
I would have the sex, the torture and death...
I would take some guys wife and kids
Do the whole torture and mutilation thing
Kind of like the film "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer"
You know what I mean
Really party down with them and then the real fun begins
They'd be in for some wild sex and humiliation
Throw in some agony and mayhem
And then they'll be wishing for death
And I'm the guy who will grant their wishes
While this is happening
I'll be documenting the whole thing
I would have the sex, the torture and death...
#death
#family
#horror
#ShortStory
#violence
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:54am
18th Feb 2025 11:54am
The Violence Continues
She had enough. Many times her father would could home staggering drunk, and force himself onto her. He didn't care. He had no regret when he would sober up. Her mother knew that if she ever said a word she'd be beaten & thrown out into the streets. She cared about her own hide and not her own flesh & blood. She came into this marriage with nothing and will leave the marriage with nothing.
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
#abuse
#anger
#family
#prison
#ShortStory
85 reads
8 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
11th Feb 2025 8:20pm
Surprise! Part 3 (Next Morning)
#dirty
#erotic
#family
#orgasm
#sex
123 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
1st Feb 2025 9:30pm
Secrets - The Puppy Farm
Day After Pub Evening With Gordon
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
After lunch, Mel drives Robert and me to the farm to see a litter of puppies. The dogs are based in Yorkshire, a collection of chocolate and black Labradors, nine of them under heat lamps, small woolly things with drooping mouths and serious eyes and tiny tails that swish from side to side. The smell inside the annexe to the farmhouse is strong, like a mixture of manure and peroxide. In the pen outside, the adult dogs bark in excitement when they see us, one tall black Labrador jumping up to nip my fingers.
'That's Isaac,'...
#family
#mystery
#nature #son
#nature #son
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4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
4th Jan 2025 8:15pm
A Lullaby in January or A Portrait of Sisterhood
I’m in first grade and the bus drops me off at the bottom of our steep driveway. Jamie waits for me at the top. Papa's girlfriend forgot to leave the door unlocked when she left.
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
...
There is ice and snow on the ground, and it will be dark soon. She holds my hand to walk through a patch of woods to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to call Papa.
III
It’s brown powder with tap water sitting in a plastic cap. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not that. I thought poison would look more alchemic, like a simmering cauldron of black ink.
...
#addiction
#DomesticViolence
#drugs
#family
#sister
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4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
4th Jan 2025 4:58pm
~my warrioring king, my earthen god .. you are ever, dad.
as he coiled down in silence
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of a houseful audience..&
as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity.. ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”
he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths.. from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life.. still...
.. paralysed fully on his left
and a as he’s spotted only
much time later.. in gheraos
of a houseful audience..&
as the blaring sirens of ambulance
hurries nears him..he mutters to her
in a faintly clarity.. ‘do my hairs
well.. & lemme sip my strong tea..”
he is that conscious.. & in
that undying passion.. to the
simple looks & happiness ..
to-such digging depths.. from
all those heartlessly slapped
things on him all through his
life.. still...
#family
#father
#gratitude #love
#gratitude #love
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 10:55pm
2nd Jan 2025 10:55pm
The Horny Clown, that lives two doors down
#dirty
#family
#orgasm
#sex
#ShortStory
130 reads
9 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 1:31am
26th Dec 2024 1:31am
Christmas Time has Come Again
Christmas Time has come again,
but it's not like it once was
I remember as a child getting up in the morn
to a tree surrounded by gifts and bows
I know you worked hard to make that happen
While keeping food on the table
Everything you did, you did for your children
You would think they would be more grateful
I don't know exactly what happened
All I know is that we've changed
Maybe we're too far from where we were destined
Maybe our thoughts have...
but it's not like it once was
I remember as a child getting up in the morn
to a tree surrounded by gifts and bows
I know you worked hard to make that happen
While keeping food on the table
Everything you did, you did for your children
You would think they would be more grateful
I don't know exactly what happened
All I know is that we've changed
Maybe we're too far from where we were destined
Maybe our thoughts have...
#family
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 12:03pm
25th Dec 2024 12:03pm
The Guiding Light
He went for his daily walk like he did every morning around 9:00 am
Today was Xmas
The weather was overcast with some light flurries
His wife was home and they will be spending Xmas with her parents today
His mother died 10 years ago
He hasn't spoken to his father since the time of her passing
They haven't seen eye to eye for many years prior, but once she died, they stopped talking
His mother was a caring, full of life individual that was taken to early
He wasn't the religious type
He would never go and visit her in the cemetery, which was only...
Today was Xmas
The weather was overcast with some light flurries
His wife was home and they will be spending Xmas with her parents today
His mother died 10 years ago
He hasn't spoken to his father since the time of her passing
They haven't seen eye to eye for many years prior, but once she died, they stopped talking
His mother was a caring, full of life individual that was taken to early
He wasn't the religious type
He would never go and visit her in the cemetery, which was only...
#Christmas
#family
#LifeChangingMoment
#love
#spiritual
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