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Carlo C Gomez Nov 28
There once was a rotten tax collector
Who combed the rich Italian sector
   He lined his grimy pockets
   By cheating those he audits
Alas! today's appointment was one Hannibal Lecter
Silence of the Limericks
Candis Soul Jan 2018
I often wake up in sweats afterwards
My paranoid enjoyments began to seize me
I felt wrapped in the wonderment of it all only to fall back into reality
Taking a step back I begin to recognize my failure
The emotions fly around like a wild animal desperate for life
Inching closer to death I suddenly feel alive
Sprung into action and free
Will my sanity be saved today
Will my course be set
Will my mind be free
Tormented by daily pictures of memories
Keeps me at bay
Racing...forever fast
The end is coming
But not until my next meal
Inspired by Hannibal the series season one... I really dig this show. Not because of all of the gory details nor the forensics part of it. I love the script...I listen carefully to how they speak. I love it.
Stella Cleere Nov 2015
I am the architect of my own bell-jar.
I designed it myself,
took away the edges
to leave only smooth curves.
Meticulous work,
done almost lovingly
but not quite.

Here, one could get comfortable,
immune to the waves that crash around you.  
Of course you can see them, those great walls of water,
yet you are defended in your fortress of glass
borne not of sand
but of life's consequences;
biological quirks.

I saw my bell-jar rise around me
and now can almost call it home.
I frequent it so often;
I know every inch of it,
all of its reflected imperfections,
and while it may hollow,
cold,
I understand it.
Both shelter and prison
to begin and to end
with me.
Levi Sep 2015
This fairy tale is over
I know it's never our story
Maybe, I'am feeling not myself
In a mirror saw someone else
What's the mystery, no one knew
Not even I, not even you
We don't have an ending
But a beautiful beginning
Things I imagine and that I knew
Are not meant to be view
Things I did and forgotten
Places I've never thought I'd go
When I told you my dreams
You just laugh and left me with a smile
I play always this kind of game
You scream, run and try to hide
I prepare this and enjoy it every time
The silence surrounds you now
too much Hannibal TV Series
He is beyond intimate
With the texture of fresh human meats
How it feels
How it slaughters
How it stretches against his sharp blade
A godlike penchant
For the curves of red blood cells
And the metallic taste of crimson spray
And now
As he takes your doe-eyed life
And wears your dying heart on his sleeves
He will know all your secrets
And none of your regrets
As he fuses with your thoughts
And makes them
His
Own.
Inky Jul 2014
Will Graham loved no one,
He went for solitary walks and midnight runs,
Sweat staining a gaping scar ,
He never expected to run too far.

Jack Crawford loved only once,
She was his thousand moons and million suns,
Wasting away, buried down deep,
Hopes that whomever cursed her would one day reap.

Alana Bloom who has loved two men,
Now  writes of them with a psychiatrist’s pen,
There are days she is drowning, days she can’t breathe,
And days with boiling anger she seethes.

Hannibal Lecter has loved too much,
Everything he sees, golden to his touch,
Hannibal Lecter kills what he loves,
Chops them and grinds them and serves them with cloves.
A set of poems about NBC's Hannibal
Clarice Alvarez Jun 2014
On the floor lies a shattered teacuP
Dropped by prim, graceful handS
Belonging to a certain somebodY
It was a monster so sadistiC
That he carried his wratH
Wherever he would gO
He'd be waiting at your doorsteP
With the hunger of a piranhA
When he takes you as prey like thaT
You'll regret ever crossing a psychopat**H
Hannibal-inspired (the TV series). I'm still not over the Season 2 finale.
Anthony Perry May 2014
I was walking late at night and a group of guys came around looking for an easy fight, I kept my hopes up that they would leave but all they did was get in my face so I pulled up my sleeves, there was one on each side of me and a little one in the front, that's the one who was pushing me then grabbed my face and pulled me to his level so I could see him telling he'd **** me up like a ****, I ripped away and said dont touch me so he punched me in the gut, he just pushed me to my edge and my mental strings had just been cut so that's when I snapped, I went wide eyed, yelling and shouting, I picked up a heavy rock then hit him in the head and it went crack, red is flooding through his hair going everywhere and now he's screaming that all he's seeing is black, he's pleading but I just can't stop because I made a pact with the demons inside that are pounding on the walls of my heart making it feel like its under attack, the other two are backing away in shock with their jaws dropping every second like a clock, I must look like an animal but I'm just trying to fight the urge from turning into a cannibal except my brain is firing synapses like cannonballs so I'm finding myself chewing on his ear like I've got a pair mandibles, I'm a tried and true horror fiend, sticking my fingers in your eye sockets because you couldn't seem to see that I'm not what I seemed, all this blood on my teeth I'll assume you could see it gleam while I was chewing on his cheek, after gnawing on this guys neck it seems he has sprung a leak so I got up and stared staring, while laughing at the others I was yelling that I'm winning and I'm grinning because I'm feeling a little like Charlie Sheen with a presence of comfort and zen, after this fight I realized the box where I keep my sanity has got no ceiling since I'm beginning to chuckle again and again after seeing that all is left is just 2 and a half men
Kaazmeya May 2014
Smooth porcelain skin
lungs, a vibrant pinkish hue
The crux of the problem
enamored by the image of her
indifferent to the soul of her
unflinching in his deconstruction of her
a terminal case
without restrict
he breathes in crisp tainted air
exhaling in a roar of satisfaction
this poem was inspired by NBC Hannibal
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