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Here I am in comatose
Damnedest man I did so boast
Paralyzed from fear I swore
Succumbing to eerie voices galore
Here they whisper, there they shout
Forgotten longings in endless bout
Obsidian spires do so climb
Monoliths rising to the ashen sky
Molten magma in a blazing doom
Had I one wish it would be for you
Blind and petrified I do become
Only to hear a chilling song
Come back to me so she says
Or you will be stuck in choicely dread
She says so true and warningly
But I could detect a wanton glee
Had I a voice I would so cry
Come save me darling my dear divine
I had not the eyes to see
Barren wastelands singing to me
Thuds and croons echo all around
Was it a corpse or am I nightmare bound
Ever so close they are I feel
So I thought to pray but my legs fear to kneel
Abandon all hope they scream and plea
Singing Devils wrath is waiting on me
When I see him I will hold true
And tell the Devil to take her too
Believe me officer,
I know the crows.

I know their black feathers,
Their call is cold,
It terrifies me.

I used to count them,
2 is safe,
3 is a warning,
4 is an omen,
5 is too late,
6 is a ******,
Six means death.

So what was I to do,
When I counted seven up in the roost?
I blew them back to hell,
No more counting,
No more omens.
Is killing those **** birds,
Really a crime?
Today there were 5, noting happened.
Damocles Apr 11
Juke box playing
Triggering memory
There’s rain falling sideways
Reminds me of misery.

Another drink of the green
Chase the fairy, in a land of make-believe
Anywhere I can roam,  a place that I can go
Escape the tendrils of reality.

Bruised lips kiss the bottle --
Hoping it can save the pain,
Bible recitals, hoping verses can absolve again
There’s a black box full of secrets
Crashing into the greenery, a lost plane,

“Help me,” scribbled down on a napkin,
A careless sigh from the bar-keep, handing me an aspirin
Demons lean in whisperin’,
Won’t listen, no, can’t let them in.

Dance floor neon -
Calling like a moth to flame,
I’ll let it all loose, let my mind reframe.
But the blood on my hands doesn’t wash
I see her within the stains.

“What did I do? How do I stop?”
I ask in vain
Juke box playing,
Triggering a memory.
Rain falling sideways--
Reminds me of her misery.
One of the things I took up as a hobby was criminal psychology, i like true crime and all of that stuff, so this was a piece that was in my journal that started out with me trying to get in the mind of a remorseful killer, pure fantasy, born out of my love for criminal psych and true-crime
Randy Johnson Mar 31
Selena was a singer and she has been dead for three decades.
She was very talented and was murdered after being betrayed.
A former friend gunned Selena down.
She died and is buried in the ground.
The killer worked for Selena and she decided to steal.
After that lady was fired for theft, she decided to ****.
That terrible woman deserved to lose her job.
Selena didn't deserve to die or to be robbed.
It's sad to know that Selena is gone forever.
If you're wondering when she'll be forgotten, the answer is never.
DEDICATED TO SELENA QUINTANILLA-PEREZ (1971-1995) WHO WAS KILLED 30 YEARS AGO TODAY ON MARCH 31, 1995
kevin Mar 29
an assembly bill would if not already being a crime stop civil rights violations, the privacy of identity is being violated in war crime language.  goodest morrow.
JohnDuffyASY Mar 28
(A lone voice whispers)

If only they, today, embrace this whole poem

Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha

We all have a way home if we realize as a society

That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words

Once given to Noah

And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.

Whoever sheds human blood,

    by humans shall their blood be shed;
for in the image of God
has God made mankind.

(C) Copyright John Duffy
Caddyboy Mar 17
Every single, bird i find
Pidgeon, or some sort of crow,
I bring it where, the plants'll grow
Praying that, it wouldn't snow



Stitchin up, her wounds again
Golden, and slightly rotten
What colour, was her feathered dress?
Can't remember, my minds a mess



My lungs, found it, hard to breathe
Without me, she couldn't grieve
What a life, i just killed a dove
Asphyxiation, in foxglove
I- dont know how, it got to this
Just burn it down, my hearts amiss
Based this song off a certain corpse i found, it made me a bit depressed for a while
In darkness he rode to the castle gate,
With armor of steel and cloak of night,
Out pacing the daylight's flight.

He stormed through the castle door,
To slay the king,
Leaving the little prince in a pool of ****** dread.

Years pass, but in the still of night,
The prince chases after his father's killer,
Vengeance in his sight.

The rouge rode swiftly as the wind,
But the prince was nimble, catching him,
Then in his father's name, he did that man in.
I love writing medieval fiction.
Six teenager girls were in a basement, having a sleepover night
All was dark expect for the girl telling a scary story with the flashlight
When it was Bridget’s turn
With a face grim and stern
Told the story of ****** Mary
The others became wary
As she told how Mary had an admirer, her best friend’s dad
She was very young and he had thoughts, fantasies that were bad
Over the years his lust for her had grown
He tried to take advantage one day when she was home alone
She heard ringing, so went to answer the phone
Mr Borne hit the back of her head; Mary fell & began to groan
When she saw his murderous sneer & though it gave Mary a fright
Mary tried her hardest to fight
When her parents got home it was to a horrific sight
She was found beside the full length mirror, her lifeless eyes staring into it
And from the inside was a large split
In her own blood, she had written the initial B
Her watched had stopped in the afternoon, at exactly three
They say her spirit is in all mirrors, forever trapped but can be mainly seen at night
If you say her name in a mirror, three times & with only one candle for light
Mary will be awaken
And your life will be taken
As long as her soul remains unhealed
Do the ritual and your fate will be sealed.
Later, after playing with each others hair
The girls decided to play truth or dare
Natalie chose dare with fear
And Sandra gave a mischievous sneer
Being mean, with Sandra was habitual
She dared Natalie to do the ****** Mary ritual
She had to do it or be called chicken
Into the bathroom, her heart starts to quicken
She lights the candle, as the others close the door
Her feet are cold from the tile floor
The candle flickers as she breathes in deep
Beginning to silently weep
She called Mary's name into the mirror, three times
All Natalie could hear was the outside chimes
Then her candle blew out
And Natalie gave a desperate shout
The other girls just started laughing, locking her in
Natalie stopped shouting, feeling a chill all over her skin
She looked into the mirror; there was a girl with a sinister grin
Blood was dripping down the walls, the bathtub filling up with it too
Natalie’s worst fears grew
As the girl came out of the mirror & on to the counter top
Natalie begged her to stop
But Mary was burning with violence
She walked up to her and then there was silence
When the others opened the door it was to a grisly scene
Natalie’s face was so distorted, like nothing anyone has ever seen
Horribly scared, especially the girls, was everyone involved
It will remain forever a case unsolved!

Based On An Urban Legend
Its Based On An Urban Legend
Heartbreak is an ugly thing,
A ripped up feeling of pain.
In true heartbreak,
There is no beauty,
So if you find some it was but simple distaste.
Heartbreak is a burning fire,
A bullet hole in the chest of your love,
Left by your lover, with blood on their glove.
There's nothing nice about it
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