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R.I.P.Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
R.IR.I.P.2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.

He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
silently demanding.

It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.

He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.

The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.

The tale of the man whoDeath Takes Two Sugars1 month ago in Free Verse

The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.

It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.

She had lost a shoe

Like Cinderella

Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.

Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.

I looked at her
fascinated

I loved her...

Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she haThe girl in the pond1 month ago in Free Verse

Fairy talesThe fairy tales do not exist
because life devour our dreams each morningFairy tales1 week ago in Free Verse

NineShuffling alone in an alley off some dark city street
With clothes that are dirty and no shoes for his feet
He digs in a dumpster hoping for something to eat
Shooing away rats hiding from the sweltering heat
A small grateful smile crosses his dirt-covered face
(How unbearably pathetic in this dark dreary place!)
He grabs moldy bread and sinks down in his space
Between rank wet boxes and a trash-covered embrace
After only one bite he tiredly drifts off to sleep
And even in soft slumber he does quietly weep
In this place where life is nothing but cheap
And any comfort comes at a cost way too steep
Small hands tremble weakly with his body’Nine1 week ago in Free Verse

The Twilight GardenThrough the twilight garden of remorse, reason, and rest, our journey ends to begin a quest, one to immortalize the very best.

Our companions of swallow and significance have shrieked to opposition, their heirs of a green kiss mangled and torn; a more peculiar disposition.

Revival is our key to doors, brassed gently with the weeds, exceeding to proportions blinded; bound by roses and by seeds.

Blue eyes of sorts to observe their suffering, placid they are but continue to please, their times of anxious knowledge drown in submission; to them the pain is simply ease.

Within the garden children scatter, their brains of red shatter memories ofThe Twilight Garden3 weeks ago in Free Verse

The Malicious ClockThe malicious clock counts the children's heads, their bodies of ice stream wearily down, forever casted namelessly into somber; through the gardens their voices drown.

Of an angel's grace enslaved are their wills, for the secrets within are separately spelt, through the eyes of the damned are the contracts written; preparations are burnt living, but the papers shall melt.

Slaves of our evermore coming wrath, childish souls broken and glued with nobility, the veils of strategies enclose their mannequins; controlled by our standards they embrace hostility.

Years upon averages their meek bodies initiate tasks, to set aflame doors and bitter The Malicious Clock2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Curse of The LiarsDiscreet silver spiders slip from,
The tongues of filthy liars,
To weave webs thick and replete,
With hazy veils of deceit,
That grow more dense and complex,
As they spread and mature,
Inducing confusion and delusion,
While damaging lives,
But fear not oh ye swindled,
Because those webs either collapse or implode,
Retract or explode,
As the discreet silver spiders come back,
To bite the flesh,
And gouge the eyes,
Of their original creator,
For Heaven and angels utterly despise,
Filthy mouths that spawn silver spiders,
This is the curse of the liars…Curse of The Liars2 weeks ago in Free Verse

The book of ManEvery hour offers more bloodletting
With the descending sun in the East setting
The next day's dawn more violence begetting;
The vicious cycle repeating
As Man's anger is ever-seething.

One by one another soul is born
Whilst another is left forlorn,
Raised to die
Born with wings to one day fly;
Doomed to condemnation
With no revelation.

Such pride they exert
As their fellow Man they desert,
Wealth, power and other mundane desires
Soon giving rise to revolutions and burning fires.

Man shant for long remain oppressed and chained
But their desire for freedom is but feigned,
For they gladly desecrate their fellow kin
But it would seem that it The book of Man3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Hall of the CannibalsCome with me,
Starving soul,
And you shall find,
Much to drink,
And a place to dine,
But before you enter,
You should know,
That in the Hall of Cannibals,
We prefer blood instead of wine,
Sauced muscles and salted eyes,
Are a favorite dish of mine,
No, don’t leave!
I insist you come,
And stay at least until dinner is done,
Because you stand before me,
As a broken bum,
Your flesh is a sack,
And your bones live in it,
Come now,
You know what they say,
Beggars can’t be choosers,
And the last ones there are certainly the losers,
Eat the flesh and drink the blood,
Discard your foolish morality,
And stay until supper is done!Hall of the Cannibals1 week ago in Free Verse

All in WarWhen you're lost,
In the sands of a time,
Where bad is best,
And everyone dies.

Craving the ash,
Of the innocent,
Holding the hatch,
For the putrescent.

Holding the rope,
That breaks their necks,
Shattering hopes,
To deadly effects.

All in war,
All on the floor,
Blood and gore,
And you crave more.

Gutting for the fun of it,
Killing for the sake of it,
Burning for the smell of shit,
Running, Ever scared of it.

The writing on the asylum wall,
They don't see it,
But I'm enthralled,
Every deed I've ever done,
I'm appalled.

Kill me,
Kill me,
Let me fall.All in War2 weeks ago in Free Verse

SadistFire burning in the demons eyes,
A cold murder under the veils of night,
Cast among the throes,
Of a sadists life.

Ties you to a table,
Draws a knife,
Unreal, As a fable,
Pain through the night.

He cackles and grins,
Spurts and he sins,
Finds pleasure in your pain,
As he ignites a flame.

A white hot poker,
A brand on skin,
A sadistic joker,
A sadistic sin.

Left in the basement,
Leather straps cutting your skin,
There is no replacement,
For the hole left by this sin.

In the cold, dark,
Drip, drip, drip of a water pipe,
In the cold, dark,
Slip, slip, slip to the afterlife.Sadist3 weeks ago in Free Verse

The CodesSlender vowels of leaded instincts lay perished in the roads, to highest glory of the natures they dare speak the banished codes.

Six numbers of a burning child, two numbers clawed of a cat; ancient ways of puzzling normalities speak through their placid flat.

A raven through their backs of glass, it pecks their blood from veins, a second of terror to renounce their values; through their eyes bend countless chains.

Alas, these ancient codes of mortality shall be spoken once, but never thrice, for the ten boxes of serenity's clockwork must organize their dice.The Codes3 weeks ago in Free Verse

To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.

Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.

Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.

Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.

Into your palace we stTo Thou We Walk4 days ago in Free Verse

Hymn of The NecromancersPale soul,
Pale soul,
Take me to a land where I may be made whole,
A land where the sun never sets,
Because it never rises,
A land where lust and greed never recede,
And need not hide behind artificial disguises,
I want to lay my spirit to rest inside a grey place,
Where women can be wanton without disgrace,
Where I can horde the gems and count the silver,
Without the slightest slither of regret,
A land where I can be respected as a dark poet,
Who composes his pieces,
Beneath a firmament of shivering twilight,
Does not the artist retain the right,
To sculpt his creations into the form of the macabre?
Since birth I have done well,
At crafHymn of The Necromancers1 week ago in Free Verse

Prior and FollowingUpon the ashen mountain, the rains pour of tasteless blood; bodies of stained silver burn, their trails glassed within a flood.

To those who have frozen deep, our contempt swallows dream-like despair, cleansed of a birth's negligence; we violate your resentful air.

Within you cries a somber child, one celled far north beneath the voices, release your pride and vomit your structures; those are two options, sift through the choices.

And here as displayed you remain untouched, a simple word of pity, not, to leave the memories and bleed of surrender; your choice is made, farewell and rot.Prior and Following1 week ago in Free Verse

Journey of DeathJourney of Death

The Grim Reaper is on the scene
The collector of souls is searching for new blood
To fill the chasm of heaven and hell
He has many skulls laid at his feet
The skulls of those who did not make it into heaven
These are the unfortunate ones
The ones condemned to hell
Welcome to the world of the damned
All souls perish here
The Grim Reaper is searching for souls
Whose fate is black
The devil waits to welcome them
And The Reaper gathers the skulls
As a memento of his journey of deathJourney of Death1 week ago in Free Verse

Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the night
Darkness embraces this loss of sight
Listen quite closely and you shall find
There is no such thing as silence of mind
Thoughts wailing in a scream and roll
Shrieking banshees twirling out of control
Overwhelmed these sounds tear within thee
Eyes sewn shut by fright and no longer see
Lost within this seemingly timeless breath
The path we walk is the path of deathDeath Walk1 month ago in Free Verse

Nightmares of HelenaNightmares of Helena

Helena dreams of bumps in the night
Of monsters and ghouls that give her a fright
She dreams of teddy bears that try to kill her
She dreams of toys that want to torment her
Her world of dreams is quite scary
She sleeps peacefully only quite rarely
She dreams of massive spiders that bite
She wakes up with her face pale white
She fears she will never sleep peacefully again
She is losing her mind that is such a shame
If you see Helena talking to herself
You will know about her deteriorating mental health
She has ripped the head off her teddy bear
And that is only the start of the affair
She stabbed her toy pony with a sharpNightmares of Helena2 weeks ago in Free Verse

He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.

Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.

Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.

To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ruHe Who Stole From Us3 days ago in Free Verse

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