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 Mar 2014 poetrygod
Jack Forrest
Do you mean it when you say you love me
Because you seem to put him above me
 Mar 2014 poetrygod
Jack Forrest
Many empty bottles
Maybe that's why my stomach hurts
 Mar 2014 poetrygod
Jack Forrest
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I've had enogh of yo,
It hrts that yo said those things
and then said yo love him
dont nderestimate me

when I say I've forgotten u
 Mar 2014 poetrygod
Jack Forrest
I was going to tell you the story of my life
but then I realized I don't have one..
 Mar 2014 poetrygod
Jack Forrest
It is unknown why the fire was cold
The fire was alone
without courage, masking his misery
his desires unknown, he doesn't smile
Cold and alone during blissful twilight
This poem is about someone who has potential, but doesn't use it because of the bad things in his life
 Dec 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
charcoal pencils
scraped across blank paper
dark stains and smudges
unable to remove
 Dec 2013 poetrygod
GaryFairy
I am keeping these journals just in case something may happen to me someday. I want the world to know of my work. I want them to understand me.


How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...

I rarely ever have any remorse for torturing and killing people. They have it coming to them, mostly. I say mostly because sometimes I do feel like such suffering and then death is too harsh of a punishment for sins like gluttony, or sloth. I mean, I can't go around killing people just because they are fat, or they sit around a lot. Some people have problems and I always try to consider that. The only reason that I **** so many overweight people and people on welfare is that they are easier to get to. I have found that low income housing and welfare apartments are good places to do "my work". The cops just don't care about them. I also punish my share of rich people, but I have been labeled a racist and sociopath. HAHAHA! Me. A racist! Even as dark as my skin is....of course, they don't know that.

I always know as soon as I see someone whether they must die or not. I can't really explain, but it's just a feeling that I get, and it's like a movie plays in my mind. I can see their life. I can see the bad and good they do. Some people do a whole lot of good, but they still must be punished. The rules are simple. If they have broken any of the Seven Deadly Sins, they must be punished, then killed. I have seen the movie and felt the truth every single time...besides one...just once. I call her Aurora, Goddess of the Morning Dawn. That was the first time I seen her, at dawn. I never believed in a Goddess until I seen her. She has to be, because I have never seen a woman so beautiful. I have also never not gotten the movie from the Lord. I only ever really get to see her in the morning.

She leaves her apartment every night at about nine. I have followed her many times, but I have never found out where she goes. The problem is, I have my work to do. Every time I try to follow her, she walks into a pretty bad neighborhood of drugs, strip bars, and casinos. I don't make it far in those neighborhoods before my senses go crazy. I am always left to do my work, while she strolls on so beautifully. I often wonder if she does the same thing that I do. I wonder if that's why I can't sense anything from her. Maybe that's also why she goes into the same area almost every night. I wonder how many of us are here and working for God. She is special either way. I just haven't been able to figure it out exactly. I do feel like she is meant to be near me for some reason.

Eyes of the greenest dawn
a heavenly scent, sunlight spawn
to your door I am always drawn
only to find you gone

My morning mystery light
the sun rises at your sight
you make my days shine bright
but a creature of the night?
I have changed it a little idea wise, and put more story, and a poem sample here. This is kind of how the book will be, as it will shift back and forth. It will not be all love poems believe me. Lol. Please give me title suggestions since i don't read many books. This guy is a twisted individual, so I would like the title to reflect him and his sick plight. Thanks
My love in doorway,
A joyous wind wakes my eyes,
Her dress on the floor.
 Nov 2013 poetrygod
Lizzy
Lights Off
 Nov 2013 poetrygod
Lizzy
Another cut
Another tear
Another dosage increase

My life seems to be going in the same cycle
Over and over
I'd do anything to break free

Free from the medication
From the scars
From the hopelessness

Yet when you feel worthless
There really is no point
So I come to realize
*I'm stuck here in the dark forever
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