Long Poems About Violence
#violence
The Psychosexual Realm of Rape (Cauldron Kill Series)

#evil
#sex
#violence
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The Maniquin Man

#fiction
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
#sex
#violence
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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
86 reads
8 Comments
Feeding time at the zoo

#animals
#fiction
#sex
#ShortStory
#violence
125 reads
9 Comments
Sunday Morning

#death
#erotic
#sex
#ThrillSeeking
#violence
86 reads
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~”Aren’t We Secular?…”
says this bit frail, shrilly pitched lady
with sorta misleading timidity in her voice..
only to be nailing in solid gritty as iron..
yes, this Henry Kissinger’s ‘Iron Lady’ -
truly befitting her life & time…
nothing political to draw .. just
a sfumato of her life as a portrait..
in an earthier organic merging
hues merging seamless
with nature..
in a beautiful Mona Lisa smile
she carried ever .. her determined
eyes in a lasering focus ever.. ...
with sorta misleading timidity in her voice..
only to be nailing in solid gritty as iron..
yes, this Henry Kissinger’s ‘Iron Lady’ -
truly befitting her life & time…
nothing political to draw .. just
a sfumato of her life as a portrait..
in an earthier organic merging
hues merging seamless
with nature..
in a beautiful Mona Lisa smile
she carried ever .. her determined
eyes in a lasering focus ever.. ...
#admiration
#peace
#respect #violence
#respect #violence
104 reads
4 Comments
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
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The Poison Bride
When the famous poetess passed out in her mashed potatoes on Christmas Eve, 1978, her husband rolled his eyes and her two children carried on glumly chewing. It was a semi-regular performance, the passing out act. George wondered how he'd ended up marrying the silly bitch.
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
Once on a literary tour, they'd been besieged by girls who seemed to regard him with envy for having such unfettered access to their mentally unstable idol. He'd happily switch places with any of them, or the middle-aged sad-sack men who worried at her ankles at luncheons. Two years ago, she'd had a brief...
#death
#marriage
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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Bullied Girl
They knock her glasses...
off her face and step on them!
Crunch! Broken!
They trip her and kick...
her books down the hall!
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!
They push her into a bathroom stall...
and take her skirt and panties.
Snap! Photo!
She screams and cries...
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!
She hates this school!
They mock the pants...
It's a boy! Ugly enough.
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.
"She wants to be a...
off her face and step on them!
Crunch! Broken!
They trip her and kick...
her books down the hall!
Fatty tripped on her two left feet!
They push her into a bathroom stall...
and take her skirt and panties.
Snap! Photo!
She screams and cries...
until the nurse gets her pants to wear!
She hates this school!
They mock the pants...
It's a boy! Ugly enough.
"Ugly. Ugly." They chant.
"She wants to be a...
#anger
#bullying
#death #violence
#death #violence
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Devotional Radicals
Little Kenny Dewitt was barely 5 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
#children
#family
#memories
#religion
#violence
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Tops & Tails
They gathered in a room of the hotel that served as a sort of dressing room for waitresses, who functioned essentially as entertainers. The girls weren't dressed in formal wear but in a showgirl ensemble that combined tops and tails with fishnet stockings. A few of the more imposing waitresses even wielded canes like Old Hollywood tap dancers.
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
Mrs Berkeley sailed into the room, all frontage and steerage. Her chest and rear were of proportions that the girls in her care could only have nightmares about. She wore her hair in the tortured bob of women her age and size. She was...
#fiction
#revenge
#ShortStory #violence
#ShortStory #violence
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The Marionette and the Puppeteer
Having fun on his own, the puppeteer wanted any toy to pass the time with—a plaything for his lecherous mind. There, he noticed the puppet sleeping soundly in the same room—the perfect doll, he thought.
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
At first, it began with stolen glances and grazes across her figure. Then, when the lights were turned off and everyone was asleep, his show started, and his costume was on, designed to do tricks for her—tricks she had never felt before, and neither did she want to feel.
Paralyzed, lying like a corpse as he fastened the strings around her wrists, joints, and limbs, she...
#dark
#manipulation
#suffering
#suicide
#violence
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Violence