bogeymen are                                                         its hard to
no longer hiding                     where'd                        remember
in your cupboards                 all the                     that i'm alive
or under your beds                   beauty                           some days
they're hidden in                       go?                         because i feel
the depths of                                                         so dead
your dark mind                                                        on the                                i want to replace
ready to jump out                                                        inside                        the blood in my veins
and cause the                            a lonely poetess                                                with ink
self hate that ends                   sits in a pool of blood
in blood covered
blades

1.  If it doesn't take place at 4 in the morning, immediately change the setting.
2. You should center all your work. Centering makes the piece unique and improves readability.
3. You should invoke the idea of The Mask. Paul Laurence Dunbar didn't do it well enough.
4. One word lines improve readability and do a great job of making emphasis. Use them a lot.
5. On the other hand, really long lines explain points wonderfully. Feel free to be essentially prosaic.
6. The subject should be obvious and everyday, that way everyone can easily understand what you're trying to say. Subtext is dated.
7. Confessions and heartbreak are unique to you.
8. Not editing makes the work extremely human and relatable.
9. Emoticons and the ilk are the cutting edge of the English language. Feel free to use them without reservation.
10. Rhyme scheme doesn't need meter.
11. Making a word into waterfall letters tells the reader you're falling apart (See #3).
12. Journals, diaries, blogs and Tumblr are old news when it comes to venting. Write an angry poem about your day instead.
13. You're probably going mad according to the DSM-5. Definitely write about that.

Thanks to the god that left her
The beast within
Bound here to the altar standing
Peace within
The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness
Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite
Arms raised like holders of torches extended
She is calm now, has the moon light upon her
Let us begin

I call her Selene. I call her Luna
Lips touch her chin
I see her haloed in symmetry perfect
Lash touch her skin
I see her robes whipping quickly all from her
I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge
I feel her pull now with famished excitement
Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am
Eater of sin

Holy is the energy, Holy the night
The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite
Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce
From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice

Here in the hell we have set her
Secrets unsealed
Rage of our bodies have met her
She is revealed
Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm
Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm
Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm
The heart of the beast is the heart of ******
What was within
Released again
I am eater of sin
Eater of sin.

There is something she has to give
She knows I have to take
Something from those lips
The way they tremble
beneath the whip
the way she's noble
sacrificing, insisting
throwing it at me, gifting
and I can't, I don't
I can't
get my hands
my heart
my soul
around it
enough
to get
enough
so I rage
Blind fury
tiger in a cage
Maniac hurry flurry whip engage
shouting pounding ******* slave
yield to me yield to me yield to be saved
It's only mine when I throw it away
God help me I am so ******* yours

I never wrote until I knew
how still things were without my voice.


How many things weren’t being said.
How many things weren’t being seen.


I was silence in an unfilled space,
that light without which darkness sees.


I never missed you till I didn’t look,
and there you weren’t
setting silence free.

I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me
While praying, they form a message that sends relief
I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply
And that every page is the ground
Where my soul bleeds

Tell me is it less fair to extend a soul so drained that it no longer sings
Yet still rises shyly to offer a quiet refrain you will never forget
Do the tears that are folded into a new day
Become ignorant so much so that they
Drown your spirit

If I wrote you a love letter, would you search the world for our destiny
Perhaps finding words full of vibrant colors that spin on the truth
Or would you get discouraged with my right hand
For delaying the proud breezes you wish
To feel here in wonder

I am looking at black ink racing through my veins
Let me take the time to create a story that will comfort every page
Of this world I love so deeply because rare is the heartbeat
That overcomes that which is taught by time to walk
On the definition of a kiss

My thoughts crumble into sweet passion waking black ink
Until my heart is bathed in a constant notice from time and space
Although my words are never spoken
Bits and pieces of them enjoyed the last time the ink whispered
Onto pages where my soul bleeds