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 Jul 2013 Lily Darkheart
Leila
My brain's a victim of my heart’s beating
It’s the only way that I can reason
Being blinded by all this red I’m seeing
It must be soul hunting season
My survival instincts go crazy
My pulse quickens its erratic pace
The howling wind blows ever more strangely
However the blood falling from my face
Makes my outlook kind of hazy
I'll never see the end of this chase
Many demons now plague me
 Jul 2013 Lily Darkheart
Leila
Here comes the devil, breathing down my neck.
He makes life hard and he makes me sweat.
Taunts me all day, tortures me all night.
I can't live like this, I hate life.
I could be happy and I would smile.
If he'd just let me breathe, just for a little while.
But he wont, he'd rather just tear me apart.
Some creatures don't have hearts.
Happiness and love are now missing.
And if you be quiet you'll notice he's listening.
I've seen the devil and I believe
I was ****** on the day I was conceived.
alone I walk the streets at night,
alone I pray to end this life,
alone I am, alone I stay,
alone I live, in endless strife,

alone I eat, alone I sleep,
alone I live, alone I dream,
alone I walk, alone I run,
alone I cry, alone I scream,

alone, the hole in which I lay,
alone I am, no love to send,
alone is home, alone is all,
alone I am, right to the end.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
is not a wolf
in a sheeps clothing
but a goth
in a flame
torturing your being
to hear you screaming my name
ravishing your body
with weapons and heat
beating you shameless
till you collapse at my feet
pain isnt the issue
its more about trust
a safe word not needed
i fullfill your lust
pulling of hair
scratching at skin
biting you there
i get deep within
pleasures the name
pain is the vice
come play if you dare
to pay the price
copyright gothic mistress 2010
Wake up  
Look in mirror
                      fat
Take off clothes
Look in mirror
                      why is my stomach so swollen looking??
                      ******* hate this body
                      especially my stomach
Weigh  
                      102.3
                ­      finally
Breakfast  
Strawberries
                      ­10 calories
Coffee and cream
                      34 calories..
                      too many
                      need energy, though
                      fine.
strawberries+coffee+cream=­ 44 calories
Weigh
                      102.6
                  ­    **** it
*****
Weigh
                      102.4
                 ­     better
Go for run
                      burned 400 calories
Hungry
                      can't eat
Look in mirror
                      the way my fat sticks out is disgusting
Weigh
                      102.4
100 sit ups
                      burned 50 calories
200 jumping jacks
                      burned 70 calories
Look in mirror
                      why am I not thin yet
                      don't fade out again
Passes out
Go to doctor
Says too thin
                      don't lie to me
Dinner
Peach
                      36 calories
Energy drink
                      210 calories
                      ugh
                      ne­ed it desperately though
strawberries+coffee+cream+peach+energy drink= 290
Weigh
                      103.1
                      ­hate myself
Stare in mirror
Stare in mirror
Stare in mirror
Examine body
*****
Weigh
                      102.1
200 sit ups
                      burned 100 calories
Get dumped by boyfriend
                      it's probably because I'm fat
Take shower
Get out
Look in mirror
                      you are disgusting
Go to bed
                      I hate myself


REALITY
scary thin
ate too little, exercised too much
unrealistically saw herself
died two years later of a self inflicted gunshot to the head and a starved soul
**note said: “I love you, but I hate myself and the fact I'll never be small enough for you”
 Jul 2013 Lily Darkheart
Larry B
To all who write from within their soul
I leave to them my muse
A curse to me I couldn't console
A curse I couldn't refuse

To all of those who write of romance
I leave the spirit of my lovely Lenore
For maybe in death I'll get a chance
To be with her once more

To all of those who write by night
I leave the darkness, my captor of dreams
And all the demons that held me tight
The reason for all of my screams

To all of those who write of pain
I leave my broken heart
A lonely spirit that left its stain
And tore my world apart

And to all of those who write of death
By the light of an empty moon
I'll send the reaper to steal your breath
For you'll be with me soon
I'm sorry I left you happiness,
You didn't deserve to be alone,
But they took me from you so quickly,
They dragged me from my home.

I was beaten and tormented,
From past fears and bad mistakes,
But believe me when I tell you,
My soul wasn't theirs to take.

Tortured and neglected,
Abandoned in a darkened room,
I miss you and I know you miss me,
I promise I'll be home soon.

I broke free from my captors,
Running with blood on my knees,
To meet you on the front porch,
Forgive me happiness,  **please.
******.
****** ******.
Thousands of captives.
Trapped. Like I. Bound-

To seats.
3 Feet apart.
By invisible chains.
Forced to confess. Faced with stress.
Emotional, mental, maybe physical.
Forced to against will.
Faced with time.
The sounds-

Scratching.
Painful etching.
Carving into ivory sheets.
Painful work, thy fingers die
But all know it's either that or I.
Sweeping scraps.
Weeping rags.
Off the desk.
"THUD"-

Torture
Sickening torture.
Stuck, can do no longer.
Take a minute's break.
All Captors stare.
As if saying.
"Beware"
Captors-

In this
small room.
Captors, Aisles they strut.
Awaiting a ****, list in hand.
Should anyone defy.
Should anyone lie.
Captors shall.
destroy lives.
with that pen.
in hand.
One-

Comrade
Forth thee.
Silent protest.
A slip of paper in hand's rest.
Some reference. Glances.
Captor passes.
Gone. Forever Gone.
I've seen him, last.
sent on-

Out.
Possibly for torture.
To spill his guts and to confess.
Accomplices, if any.
None at best.

Countdown-
****** clock moves slow.
As if it was tuned back by purpose.
All watching.
Gaze fixed;
hope-
curse-

5 minutes to go.
The race begins. Last to finish.
Never ever had a good end.
Thy weapon in hand.
Stronger than sword.
Carve words.
****-

"STOP"
Presiding captor shouts.
Time flies when you're having fun.
Time flies when you want to run.
All stop as if en cue.
Inspection time.
Is due-

Collection.
Passing of works. Up forth rows.
But there I am. Screaming.
**** **** ****.
Life is up.
There goes.
My future-

Elated faces.
All round.
For they now longer bound.
To their chairs.
Smiles fill the air.
"Run along".
Captors declare.

All flee.
but I stood there
Thinking.

Mom I'm sorry. I'm getting an F.
But I knew I did my best.
I might just pass this.
****** test.
It's really difficult to put exact words into prose. I find it much easier to use a metaphor and a poem instead. As this poem unravels I really hope readers can feel the anguish I'm trying to bring across. I also tend to add a stylish visual to my poem in this case to depict structureness and the rigidity of tests. Hope you like it. :)
 Jul 2013 Lily Darkheart
Aseh
I know we haven’t talked in a while. Not since
I recognized the decisive crack of your voice
like a crinkling plastic gum wrapper
and I let the phone fall. That was
five years ago and I don’t know where you are now.
But I’m writing this
because I can’t stop writing
about you and your shapes and your smells and you
and white powder and you and religion
and religious books neatly stacked and you and every piece of you
and a rickety black tram bursting forth in the darkness and you
and pockets of light that sometimes shine through in cocoons or at elegant dinners
and you and aftershave and blood and muddy river water and you
and flowers in porcelain vases and couches encased in plastic and you
and I am endlessly backtracking to silent violations
and black midnights riddled with hunger and confusion and
I don’t know maybe some other time
and it’s like our hands and wrists are bound together as though bandaged
and the whites of my eyes are permanently reddened by an
invisible fire’s breath
or the glow of your face
and even now everything won’t stop shaking
and I just stare
at my hands
and tiles
and patterns in carpets
and I keep staring and staring forever
only at things that won’t move away from me
like inanimate objects but
I’ll leave you here
with a letter I’ll never mail
because I’m no longer the quivering little girl
beneath you
and I’ll get ****** up again and think
this is freedom, isn’t it?
churning sweetness and liberality into my
empty stomach?
but then why does my mouth still
taste like metal?
Standing outside her window..
He patiently waits for his moment to strike.
How is she able to weaken him without even meeting?
Is it so wrong that all he wants to do is keep her to himself?
He can't seem to find the strength to break away.

Sitting by her bedside..
He stares at her petite body while she's enters her dark & twisted world.
How is she able to leave him utterly breathless without even speaking?
Is it so wrong that all he wants to do is to just hold her and never let her go?
He needs to leave but the mere presence of her lifeless body has him trapped.

Staring at her body..
That he held in his red stained hands, he wonders what has happen to him.
How can this black beauty have the power to overthrow his 6ft build?
Is it so wrong that all he wanted to do was to make sure no one else can have her?
The girl that has haunted his thoughts & dreams finally belongs to him and no other.

She gets to sleep in his arms forever.
He gets to keep her in his arms forever.
Somewhat of a macabre Romeo & Juliet.
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