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Nicole Mar 2021
millions of multi-shaded visages:
prisoners of coordinated sale
stolen, sea-bound accedence
- casualties for an avaricious pursuit

biting blows stricken upon aching backs
cracks etched in crimson blood
their surrender commanded
- breath stolen for ownership

callused steps, an abeyance walking
bruised with bitter warnings
uttered in acidic oaths
- ebony sacrificed for gold
Norman Crane Oct 2020
Flay me, shroud my body
in Saran wrap, for others to see
what you mean to me: a relief
map of live suffering,
writhing organs in a plastic bag,
a human soup to drag
behind you, sensitive to everything you do,
overflowing with formless worship,
pink, raw and dreaming
of a vicious kinship:
Open yourself and slip my parts in,
we can exist, two hideous beasts
within a single beautiful skin.
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
How i hated them
As a child
As each and every time i was left in the darkness
Where i saw both
Ghost demons
And other
Evil things
To scare and scar a
Kid for life
Bhill Sep 2020
the singer should have warned us about his out of tune song
it was so undeserving of our live ears
the melody was unpleasant and the tune horrific
how could there be devotees to such bad talent
it just shows you that some ears are deaf...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 241
wizmorrison Oct 2018
"Tell me a creepy and horrific statement." I said.

"I don't like you and I don't love you!" he answered bitterly and I was horrified for that earth shocking revealation.
What on earth is this?
Paul Kgaje Aug 2018
You behold a beast that lives inside your darkened mind,
You hold a creature that preys at darkest nights.
You go to sleep in sight but to sleep you shall never go,
Your raging spirit aches to swallow souls.
You are a killer.

The life you live, shaken, tremulously.
Demented souls  you devour meticulously.
The blood you sip from the skulls relentlessly.
Sins of joy, sins of joy.
You are a killer.

The poor children cry, the poor children cry.
You never hear but yet you listen.
You swallow swords; you swallow blades as the sun it shines.
You utter words of encouragement and hide your face from the light.
You are a killer.

You act as brave as the knights of Templar,
And slice your blade in a stranger.
You shape a world of delightfulness and stump on it.
You are a killer, you are a killer.
A poem about the bad things we do
Elizabeth Zenk Aug 2018
i'm telling you i can't stop these horrible visions
they fog my mind and mold sinister plots.
flashing futures in my eyes
is this my fate...
it has to be.
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