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Porcelain Doll

Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass or stop and stare,
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born,
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown,
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.

Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head,
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears,
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pains,
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.

A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place Porcelain Doll9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The SadistThe Sadist:

I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...

I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...

My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...

A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly blaThe Sadist1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

There are Things Beneath the GardenThere Are Things Beneath the Garden:

~

There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.

There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.

There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.

There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...

~

There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.

There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.

There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.

There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...

~

I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.

I love this little gThere are Things Beneath the Garden7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

They Watch UsThey Watch Us:

Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.

I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...

I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.

The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.

And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012They Watch Us6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

VampiresYou may look twice, but look a third, for
these things can not be seen. Silver shall
scare them away, but a stake will end
their delay. Walk alone, and walk with
fright, for these things do not walk the
ground, they own the sky, they are the
masters of flight and the flickers of light.
Don't look to your past...or it may be
your last.Vampires8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

VampireEvery moment...
Every day...
I watch you grow...
I watch you change...
I do not change...
I do know why...
I am vampire...
For that I cry...
But normal tears I do not weep...
For tears of blood...
Is all that seeps...
From my eyes...
When I cry...
Fear me...
Pity me...
I am...
Vampire...
Vampire9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:

Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom

The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity

Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee

Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!

But tonight I shall end tShe Waits For Me10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Self HarmWhen you look into the mirror
See that person staring back
You know that it's not who you were
And slowly start to crack
That person has become you
You can feel it in your veins
The moment overtakes you
And to take away your pain...

You hate the person you've become
But there's nothing left to do
The nightmare's just beginning so
You have to see it through
The pain you're feeling has to end
Everyone around you lied
It consumes your very mortal soul
It burns you deep inside...

So reach for the vodka
Reach for the blade
Knock back yet another shot
Without the lemonade
Apply the pressure, break the skin
You're going round Self Harm8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

AnorexiaMornings filled with hunger pains,
Blood slowly dying in my veins,
Exercise then fall to the floor,
Haul body up then work out more,
Chest growing tight and lungs are weak,
Head to tired for tongue to speak,
A mirror hanging in the hall,
What I would give to have “it all”,
With every bite of food I fail,
Body and spirit growing frail,
Silently dining from an empty plate,
Life measured out in height and weight,
Pangs of guilt as pride begins to grow,
Rib and hip bones clearly now show,
Each extra inch breeding despair,
Body and soul now running on air,
Staring as the mirror is now too tough,
Because nothing will everAnorexia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

RapeTearing tendons, ripping flesh
Teeth sink lower in my chest
Rough hands graze my cheek
Gag my mouth so I can't speak
Hold me down to have your way
As you break my soul again todayRape7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

poetry.But i love you

Will you be there when i die
kiss me one final time
catch me when i fall and bleed
would you even wanna cry
while you watch me slowly die
watching as my blooddrips
rolling off my finger tips
drips onto the floor
making puddles
more and more
hearing all my bloody cries
watch tears roll from my eyes
gasping for one final breath
pain swells up in my chest
spreading through my arms and legs
numb
but i can still feel pain
i try to regret nothing
but that is so hard to do
when all i hear is
"but i love you"poetry.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:

Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.

Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...

Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...

Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Grim ReaperGrim Reaper, tell me:
Who's leaving today?
Did I hear you crying
As down they did lay?
Such glorious morning,
Such gloomy a chap,
Collecting the men's blood
And draining trees' sap,

Grim Reaper, tell me:
Why do you mourn?
Why are you weary
And why are you worn?
Come here, I'll give you
A pat on the back,
I'll try to make up for
The smiles that you lack,

Grim Reaper, tell me:
How do you cope
With guns at the ready,
The knife and the rope?
As men drain their cups
Poisined up to the brim,
I will make your day
Just a little less grim.Grim Reaper7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

To Write of HorrorTo paint a scene of mythic horrors
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer

He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore

Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes acrTo Write of Horror7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Sickness

There is a sickness, a fatal disease
an illness inside that nobody sees
bit by bit, it eats away at your heart
completely tearing you apart
you'll know when it's about to begin
you'll feel like your chest is caving in
it never sleeps, it never dies
it feeds off fragile and innocent lives
you can try your very best
but know that it will never rest
it makes you weak, it makes you sad
it makes you cut, it drives you mad
you'll never escape it, you'll never be free
and I know for a fact cuz the sickness killed me

-Ashley CarverThe Sickness9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angelIn Service to Morgana10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:

There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...

On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.

It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...

These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl

They Watch You Sleep1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

BulimiaGluttony grabs me at lightning speed,
I feel at once that I must feed,
Raiding the cupboards I stuff my face,
Stomach filling, self disgrace,
Rush into toilet, lock the door,
Hands and knees now meet cold floor,
Sink tap running to drown out sound,
Will keep my secret, I cant be found,
Head bent over the toilet seat,
Punishment for all I’ve had to eat,
Fingers scrape the back of throat,
Abruptly I begin to choke,
Vomit coursing over tongue,
Gasps for breath as head stays hung,
Flush the toilet, wash evidence away,
Back on the scales to check what I weigh,
Wipe the straying tears from my face,
Then close the bathroom doorBulimia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Im a Little Emo...I'm a Little Emo...

I'm a little emo,
short and wisp.
Here is my blade,
and here is my wrist.
When i get all depressed,
hear me cry;
"Slit my wrists,
and watch me die!"

24-10-05Im a Little Emo...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

VampireI never could refuse a drop of red
to wash down evenings thick with stress and strife -
I never did believe that love is dead,
but love can never quench my thirst for life.
Warm lips are fine, and roving, needy hands;
there's satisfaction in a single night.
I never cared much, though, for one-night stands,
when hundreds of forevers hover right
beneath your skin. Before the sun appears,
I'll hush your frantic heart and drink your fears.Vampire1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Suicide GirlThere once was a girl,
who didn't love life.
she hated it so much,
slit her wrists with a knife.

people saw it coming.
she always seemed depressed.
hardly ever smiled,
as her life was one big mess.

she tried to keep secret,
about all the pain she had.
for if it came out,
it would scare her mom and dad.

the girl had known,
it was time to let go,
as she was waiting,
on deaths row.

now she is dead,
as you can see.
no more suffering,
because she is free.Suicide Girl6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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