Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 1:20am
19th Jan 2025 1:20am
Attention K-Mart Shoppers
Jennifer, who would ever think that your trail would end at K-Mart
Did anyone tell you?
If you were alive right now
I mean if your brains hadn't been blown out of your skull with that shotgun you put to it
Would you have believed you would have done such a thing?
Jennifer, you didn't see what I saw
Oh girl,
Some kid had a hunk of your brains in a cheeseburger wrapper and was showing it to people
I went to the place where you shot yourself
You know the place I'm talking about
You were there about 26 hours before me
Jennifer, I searched...
Did anyone tell you?
If you were alive right now
I mean if your brains hadn't been blown out of your skull with that shotgun you put to it
Would you have believed you would have done such a thing?
Jennifer, you didn't see what I saw
Oh girl,
Some kid had a hunk of your brains in a cheeseburger wrapper and was showing it to people
I went to the place where you shot yourself
You know the place I'm talking about
You were there about 26 hours before me
Jennifer, I searched...
#horror
#IMissYou
#memories
#ShortStory
#suicide
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 7:03pm
13th Jan 2025 7:03pm
Lucio Fulci
Italian director Lucio Fulci,
began his career during the 1950's
By the early 1970's, Giallo thrillers,
mysterious shockers, who is the killer?
A Lizard in Woman's Skin
Sette Note in Nero
Don't Torture a Duckling
Sella d'argento
1979 the maestro switched to gore,
Zombi was graphic, the audience wanted more
Paura nella città dei morti viventi
L'aldilà
Quella villa accanto al cimitero
The Gates of Hell Trilogy
Fulci's finest hour
executed with brilliancy
Lo squartatore di New York ...
began his career during the 1950's
By the early 1970's, Giallo thrillers,
mysterious shockers, who is the killer?
A Lizard in Woman's Skin
Sette Note in Nero
Don't Torture a Duckling
Sella d'argento
1979 the maestro switched to gore,
Zombi was graphic, the audience wanted more
Paura nella città dei morti viventi
L'aldilà
Quella villa accanto al cimitero
The Gates of Hell Trilogy
Fulci's finest hour
executed with brilliancy
Lo squartatore di New York ...
#admiration
#horror
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
#respect
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 10:52am
21st Jan 2025 10:52am
Anxiety
She told me while we were at a cafe eating lunch, that the way I live my life would make her head explode
She can't handle more then one thing at a time, due to her anxiety
I told her that I would pay her $200 dollars to see her head explode
She said today was my lucky day, pulled out a gun and shot herself in the head
Part of her head exploded onto the wall and our table
Instead of $200, I placed a $100 in her bra, since I only saw part of her head explode
I got up, paid the cashier and left
She had guts but no brains, literally
She can't handle more then one thing at a time, due to her anxiety
I told her that I would pay her $200 dollars to see her head explode
She said today was my lucky day, pulled out a gun and shot herself in the head
Part of her head exploded onto the wall and our table
Instead of $200, I placed a $100 in her bra, since I only saw part of her head explode
I got up, paid the cashier and left
She had guts but no brains, literally
#anxiety
#fiction
#horror #satirical
#horror #satirical
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 12:32pm
18th Jan 2025 12:32pm
It will drive you insane
My sister & I are chained to a steel bedpost
Every few hours my mother comes in and beats me with a fire poker
She then sends one of her boyfriends to kiss my sister and hit her with his belt
They've often told my sister & I that they love us
Once we get out of here, we'll get our revenge
I'll wait until there sleeping
I'll use that same poker and beat their brains in until there unconscious
Nothing smells like human brains
A thick, sweet smell
It will drive you insane
Every few hours my mother comes in and beats me with a fire poker
She then sends one of her boyfriends to kiss my sister and hit her with his belt
They've often told my sister & I that they love us
Once we get out of here, we'll get our revenge
I'll wait until there sleeping
I'll use that same poker and beat their brains in until there unconscious
Nothing smells like human brains
A thick, sweet smell
It will drive you insane
#dark
#family
#horror
#revenge
#violence
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 7:10pm
8th Jan 2025 7:10pm
Invoke Happiness
I stabbed myself repeatedly in the stomach about 3 times
there was no pain
there was no blood
instead, a greenish black goo oozed out onto the floor
A sign of relief
I was eradicating all negative energy from my body
this built up from years of anger, hostility, rage, hatred, tension and bitterness
surrounding yourself with people who bring you down
make a change, create and release the positive vibes within
associate with like minded individuals who love to invoke happiness
there was no pain
there was no blood
instead, a greenish black goo oozed out onto the floor
A sign of relief
I was eradicating all negative energy from my body
this built up from years of anger, hostility, rage, hatred, tension and bitterness
surrounding yourself with people who bring you down
make a change, create and release the positive vibes within
associate with like minded individuals who love to invoke happiness
#fiction
#horror
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 8:36pm
11th Jan 2025 8:36pm
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
after Linda Pastan
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
You could psychologise, of course,
could tell them dad was mean to you,
that mummy took cocaine
and never made dinner on time.
Though maybe it’s gauche
to flaunt your childhood these days,
as if you’re just auditioning
to be the underdog
of some appalling talent show,
because in your heart you simply know
that you’re not good enough.
You think, perhaps, it’s merely this:
a strain of cynic in the blood,
a slanted sight, a faithlessness
that seeks its fellows out in art,
an ear...
#dark
#horror
#violence #WritingPoetry
#violence #WritingPoetry
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:57pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:57pm
An orange and white wig stand
Ignorance wandered
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
#evil
#hell
#horror
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares
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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
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adagio
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 4:26am
2nd Feb 2025 4:26am
Echos
Lost light from twilight in her eyes, fading as I debauched her cavities probing her ass
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could...
with my elongated cock's snafu. Inhaling the decadence of her eviscerated genitals warming my grog, playing tiddly with her clit. Thinking that this could be my opus of my intoxicated ego. Perhaps a spit up her ass hanging from the gallows. Listening to Big Ben's echo from a distance as I posed Mother Superior in the hedgerows outside the convent gate, covered with her feces. Without innuendoes or a cliché, feeling the semen rising lubricating the silence. Thinking, "If only Dr. Watson could...
#dark
#dirty
#erotic #horror
#erotic #horror
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 11:10pm
22nd Jan 2025 11:10pm
Salem Road (Left Side of the Lost) I
Light from the day feeds the hungry night
Manifesting dark mysteries considered by many not to be right,
“Salem Road is considered a short cut one can take
Across railroad tracks a train rarely take,
“Turning left leads to houses embedded in living mist
In an uncut open yard where the grass causes cancerous parasitic cyst,
“Traveling closer a dog can be heard barking in the street
But beware, the beast is one you do not want to meet,
“At the wrong time you might see something riding a strange bike
Never let it...
Manifesting dark mysteries considered by many not to be right,
“Salem Road is considered a short cut one can take
Across railroad tracks a train rarely take,
“Turning left leads to houses embedded in living mist
In an uncut open yard where the grass causes cancerous parasitic cyst,
“Traveling closer a dog can be heard barking in the street
But beware, the beast is one you do not want to meet,
“At the wrong time you might see something riding a strange bike
Never let it...
#dark
#horror
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 5:28pm
1st Feb 2025 5:28pm
Hungerin' for Blod
Haunted strings of twisted dreams
testifying with ensemble twisted heart
in a dialogue of the twisted dead
But one not be a chamber to be haunted
in a house of corridors and echoes
of twisted fowls "hungerin' for blod"
Striking the chord of insanity hanging
in naked effigy's chamber of mirrors
testifying with ensemble twisted heart
in a dialogue of the twisted dead
But one not be a chamber to be haunted
in a house of corridors and echoes
of twisted fowls "hungerin' for blod"
Striking the chord of insanity hanging
in naked effigy's chamber of mirrors
#dark
#gothic
#horror
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