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 Jan 2016
Sin
I creep at night into your dreams
The unseen killer so it seems
I'll dice up your soul
And bathe in your blood
Hell, I'm the strange dude
In the neighbourhood

Heavy metal screams from my veins
I wear only black
Yeah it's all the same
So lock your windows and bolt the door
I'm coming for you
And I want more

The police are dumb *****
They ain't gonna find
Any sign
Of the night taker
I'm way to smart you better belive
I'll be in and out
Spreading my seed

I'll hack at your hair
Bite your thighs
Carve my sign
Fill you with lies
Of promises that I'll let you live
So long as I get and you give

Now here's the best part
I've saved it till last
You ain't living no more
Your a thing of the past
So good night to you
And thanks it's been fun
Now I'll move on
There's more to be done
 Jan 2016
David Ehrgott
Am I your heel?
Am I your sole?
  
The weight of your walk
Each step, so bold
  
You tread
All over me
  
With your daddy's gold
Your gait, a story in itself
  
So successful
Given everything you have
  
Such a power
Usurping other halves with ease
  
So cold, the stones
You walk on
  
Like the pre-dawn
Mist of a winter's solace
  
The stronger the love
The harder the hurt
  
The thicker the blood
The further the spurt
  
The further you run
The stronger the dirt
  
Do you even have a soul?
Could it ever be healed?
 Jan 2016
Tearence Pinewankel
I said "hey check out the captain", and the sailors all agreed, so we strung him to the masthead and he flapped there in the breeze.

We were sailing past the dover cliffs with neptune on our side, and I walked into the captain's cabin with the crows nest in my eyes.

The Druid winds kept up our sails with an aztec tiller man, and up from the depths came Jonah's whale as we sailed across the sands.  

With the cannons spiting broken glass we passed the coasts of Africa.  The amazon flowed underneath and the snow began to fall, with hail stones as big as clubs they joined us in the hull. We spent the nights in holocaust but our blood it mixed below.  So we put a **** in Panama and Hawaii loomed up slow, with burlap sacks of psilocybin from the volcanoes rotting shell.  The fire gushed up from underneath, we were on our way in hell.

Electric raindrops filled the sky, like a insect's buzzing din, it seemed Zues was coming with us and the light began to bend.  The sun it cracked wide open and in the chain reaction's swell, our whole galactic nebula was shattered and we fell.

Only to be born again on tomorrow's distant shores, for each atomic particle was as fertile as your soil, and the motion and the friction was only nature's oil.  But just as death must balance life when nature's had her fill, we probably will rise again and learn to hate and ****!!
 Dec 2015
Bianca Reyes
To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming

She often times scared away her nightly slumber  
Her thoughts grew louder and more chaotic with every tick of the clock
She let her past mistakes consume her
Rummaged internally for answers to her actions that led her here
Lying on a mattress which sat on the carpet of a rundown apartment
Alone

To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming

She kept eyes open all night looking and thinking and drinking
A lot of drinking to seize the thoughts that drowned her
She traveled back in her dormant state to find events she wished had happened differently Dreamt up memories where she never walked away
Or where she refrained from saying something in an outburst of anger
She was haunted by
Everything

To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming

Her thoughts had begun to agitate her being Transforming her mind into a whirlwind of anger and helplessness
She sat up at the edge of her mattress with the palms pressed tightly against her eyes, shaking her head in a frenzy
Her hands migrated to her hair, gathering a hand full and pulling
Eyes stung with the tears that began to surface  She took hasty steps toward her counter in search of a bottle to console her for the night
The only thing that put an end to the chaos was
Alcohol

To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming
 Dec 2015
Lottie
I am bleeding down the drain,
Every part of myself I hold onto
Is oozing out of my pores as my
Poor, poor friend opens her skin,
Rips her flesh apart like paper
Because the emotion shouldn't be
*Inside.
Bella.
 Dec 2015
Nicole Dawn
Welcome to the Suicide Forest
Where the butterflies flutter low
Weak with dull dark colors
And fall with broken wings

Where the trees are dead and dying
And the leaves are dull and falling


Have you seen the Suicide Forest?
Where the night is heavy and dark
And the sunlight rarely shines

Where blue fairies stumble flightless
With tear-stained cheeks
And bloodstained wrists


Run, run, run away
Quick, before you're trapped
Cause once the forest has you
You're never going back

Look into my eyes                                
You'll see they're empty; black
Look close at my wrists                        
You'll see they're stained blood red
Look into my soul                                  
You'll see it's gone; deserted

The suicide forest caught me
Now I'm forever trapped
I was considering entering a poetry contest. Idk though because I'm not really a poet. What do you guys think?
 Dec 2015
A
My sadness is the ghost living in the skeleton of a house that hasn't felt life in years
 Nov 2015
Wednesday
I knew a dangerous man.
You wouldn't know what he was.
But I could see the tight clench of broken fists.
The ****** tape carelessly wrapped around the
bleeding breaks in his hardened knuckles.
A murderers kiss is a rush.
It is a pool of water so hot it feels cold.
When was the last time you kissed someone
so passionately it caused your hair to stand on end?
It caused a chill down your spine- quick and ruthless.
I wasn't scared of dark eyes or dark mouths or dark hearts.
I wasn't scared of a bullet or a gun or an ******
that starts with a rope and a whip and
ends with bruises and my body pressing into broken drywall.
I smile at the danger in the threat.
Our intensity crumbled our surroundings.
We were the flash. The flame.
He was the thrill, I was the ******.
Have you ever wondered what hell was like?
People don't speak of the days they spend there.
They don't talk about the tortured memories that keep them awake.
A smoky afternoon and broken glass.
Cigarettes flung out the window with your decency.
Mangled innocence is okay as long as you
keep it contained enough to sweep out of the room after you're done.
Eyes like a black hole. Shaking desires.
And when he says beg, you close your eyes and feel the fire.
Have you ever loved a wild man?
Have you made him moan in the dead of night?
Have you ever been a pane of glass?
Have you ever had a brick thrown through you and been alright?
Have you ever known a bleeding devil and made his bed your home?
Have you licked his blood and tasted your doom?
 Nov 2015
Sia Jane
Maybe you will never understand why
when another insult leaves your lips
I wish I was there to kiss you and
halter any more words
you could speak,
which lost in translation have
the power to break the bones
across my heart, unhealed from
the last words I’d hoped
you’d refrain from saying.

So if I bleed, or if I cry,
or if I don’t even know how to smile,
know I’ll only kiss your lips because
I’d rather give the kiss of Judas
than hear another word.

© Sia Jane
Before I learned of killing’s due
                              I used to dream of killing you
                              Late at night I’d study blues
                              Wade the trial and think of you

                              To stand the lie and say good- bye
                              In what it means to you to try
                              But I have finally learned to fly
                              And so to say it’s in you die

                              And so I buy and learn to cry
                              It’s you I see in times gone by
                              Because I know it’s you to try
                              ******* killing you did high

                              And if I die before I file
                              I’ll know it did for me to wile
                              Because I can I want to dial
                              But now is but to say of vial

                              Sometimes when I think of how
                              I dream I’m like the sacred cow
                              The plague of life’s intrinsic row
                              The dream it brings to me of foul
Quite personally  I'm mad
that I'm mad, I wanna be
good so bad.  I wish I
wasn't so touched.
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