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Hunter 5d
Sitting on the water
The days getting hotter
My sanity getting further
I didn't mean to hurt her
I'll never leave this place
Here justice I'll face
Staying close on my sail
Only fish tell the tale
hani aqil Jan 12
I’m not one to tell
But some people really deserve it

I’m not one to be so fell
But some people really need it

Sometimes I think I could ****
Sometimes I think I am wrong
But now I know I was right
My just bloodlust is useless to fight

I paint your face white
I paint over the neon mess
I tackle you to the ground
Ram your head on the seething white floor

I want to ***** your skull
I want to hear it snap under the weight of my hands
Alas I am weak
But not weak enough to **** you quickly

My knees are digging into your chest
My hands are around your grizzly neck
Asphyxia is a good solution to some problems

Choke, you old *******

I won’t let you go so fast

I drag you by your hair into the lift outside my unit
It’s really dark
It’s way past midnight and everything is quiet
Everything is quiet when you’ve lived so noisily

The red lights from the buttons glow slowly and gently and I press the first floor gingerly
The automated voice says “first floor” in that funny little way it always does

The lift descends, with me and you
It is like a passage to ****
For the both of us

We’re not dead yet
But we are corpses
Both of us

The stars are so pretty tonight
You can rarely see them so clear
But tonight every corner of time is enveloped in a
Gluttonous cocoon of darkness

I haul you out to the shady alley where
Nobody sleeps but nobody listens
And I wait
For the dogs to smell you

The dogs are tearing your flesh apart
Like bubblegum
I want to feed you to them
See their canine fangs sink into you
But even the most vicious hounds
Will never use you as meat
For fear of the evil laced in you

You’re not dead yet
I told you I wouldn’t let you go just like that
You can scream all you want, old man
Nobody sleeps but nobody listens
A timely taste of your own medicine

You can’t spell illegal without legal

In your last moments I **** your mouth with a knife
hani aqil Jan 12
he came in my dreams one night
faceless, bleeding fluorescent pink
dragonfly wings
caved at feet
Bugs are so easy to squash

a child is a
limp rag doll
is a two tongued succubus
carving fishnets in flesh

I cannot touch but
I can scream from the watchtower
in the dead of night
in the dense blackness
void penetrated by a voice
dissipating in futility

as the
fish on deck
spluttering, scales fluttering
entwines in honeycomb plastic

who knew the one who started it all
had the strength to take it all away?
tongues are so dangerous
they can taste ever so sweet and slick
or cut like knives
wet with anger
the sweetness I drowned in is now
petals rotten, blackened and thickened the water
fragment me
over and over

Me, a wolf
Bit a chunk
But drowned
in my shadow
I’m one with the one I despise

I am
Venus fly
Antichrist embedded
Parasitic blood

Who knew the one who started it all
Had the sense to take it all away?

Who's your
Precious little child now?
Who's your
Precious little child now?

Father, child
Cat and mouse
Choke, choke and cough up that
you *******

Ripe for the plucking like a plum begging for harvest
A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf
A cat may as well be a mouse to a wolf
sorry for inconsistent formatting im a lazy *******
Skylar Pratt Jan 10
My hands are stained the color of crimson as I hold you now
Your jagged breathing
Broken skull
As tears roll down your perfect cheek
I say a quick prayer
Brush back your hair
And finally kiss your cheek

You only cry harder
Blood trickles down your jaw
Teeth stained brick red
And finally you take your last choked breath
I have no idea what inspired me to write this but I liked it
Gareth Jan 10
Why am I the way I am?

Could it be the result
Of being broken and fixed
Countless times
By love?

Could it be the result
Of the violent content
I exposed myself to?

Could it be the result
Of me
Not hugging my parents
In over 10 years?

Or could it be because of that night?

The one where i heard odd noises
Coming from the darkness nextdoor
That sounded like muffled screams
When my dog woke me up
Five times
Throughout the night
I wrote it off
And woke up the next morning
To blue and red lights
Flashing through my curtains
To hear what had happened
They tied him up
Used his own hammer
And bashed his skull in
Covered the room
In shades
Of burgundy, red, pink and white
A marvelous painting
Couldn't be seen in the dark.
They bit her finger off when
Didn't want to give them
Waterfalls of blood
Silently rushing out
They left her for dead.

Going to school that day
Explaining to my teacher why
I was upset
She cried.

But why?
Why did I never cry about it?
ravyn Jan 9
Under the endless empty sky
Void of any things and all
Lived a little danger boy
Held a knife before his fall

Little danger boy met little danger friends
Encouragement only goes so far
Until they reach their ends
Blades and Falls and Harms that mar
The Outside of the Soul
And a garden grows in the bandaid covered knees and scattered holes

Little danger friends would scream and laugh their happy cries
Scabs and Neosporin go so far in their little eyes
With their blood and tears and laughs they pay the price for fun
But it only lasts so far until little danger boy is done

Little danger boy knew the dreaded time had come
But when the eleventh hour came he instead sung
why do I have to do this? wasn't I a good little boy?
And god answered no and sent him with His ploy

So little danger boy set aslashing and asmashing
Wetting His holy blade with blood and bone
All his little danger friends gone and no more sun to be shone

The sky went dark
The stars blinked out
And little danger boy began to shout
please god why? am I now alone?
And god answered yes and thereabout
Cried little danger boy
the void has even left me
even Nothing has gone out
wrote this at 4 am
Isabel Jan 7
No matter how hard you scrub
At the white linen sheets
Blood stains

Even if it's just a memory
Of a life once taken
Blood stains

Even though you didn’t
Mean for the crash
Blood stains

Even as you slice his throat
Ending a life
Blood stains

Even if it's just a drop
From once flawless skin
Blood stains

Even though you cry
From the pain of the cuts
Blood stains

As you sit there bleeding
No longer able to move
Blood stains

Now you lay there dead
The crimson pooling around
Blood stains
Isabel Jan 7
He came around midnight frozen in fright.
His arms covered in blood fear in his eyes.
I stood in front of a horrid dark sight.
Not sure if I believe such a man’s lies.
He took a step forward his hands held tight.
I took a step back and asked who now dies.
He smiled and laughed and brought up a light.
And then he was gone, no trace of his whys.
I fell to the ground trying hard to fight.
A knife in my chest and terrible cries.
Hello Jazmine,
My name is Bill, you don’t know me, but I know a lot about you, wish I didn’t, but I do. You see, the only reason I know all this stuff about you is because I read about you in the news the other day, like how you love singing in the car and when you do you sing louder than the radio. I also saw your family on the news too, your Mama mentioned how  you love a Bruno Mars song, Mama also said your 6 year old little sister is drawing pictures of you and her playing together...that’s because it’s the only way she can play with you now. Your Mama’s all torn up, your youngest sister keeps asking her where you are and Mama can’t find the words, words that should never ever have to be found.
Baby...Jazmine’s didn’t make it the other day, when that crazy man shot his gun at us, I got shot in the arm, and I’ll be ok, but baby girl, Jazmine got hurt real  bad, real real bad, she’s not going to be ok, she’s not coming back baby.
And that’s why Jazmine, that’s why I know all these things about you and your family. I’m so sorry...Now I can’t find the words that should never ever have to be found...
You’ve been killed Jazmine, and that’s sad enough on its own... I wish I could tell you it was a freak accident, like maybe you were allergic to Brussel sprouts and somehow one ended up in your soup. Even getting hit by a car accidentally would be easier to explain then what did happen.
You see...
I know your Mama always warned you about strangers, how you have to be weary of that Danger Stranger. But I know she didn’t tell you this one, because no one would, nobody would’ve thought that a Mama and her  her four precious daughters would get ambushed by a total stranger, pulling up to their car and firing a gun randomly at anyone and everyone. Sadly Jazmine, us adults don’t want to ruin and scare away the magic of youth by stating certain facts...
It’s a crazy world out there, people hurt people for all kinds of no good reasons, wacky reasons, religious reasons, jealous reasons, hate reasons...
Now, we don’t know yet what his crazy ****** reason was...
But your Mama thinks it’s because you and your family happen to be black and he white...
I know, I know, crazy as crazy can get. But some people will actually hate us for our color, mistreat us , assume things about us, treat us unfairly AND **** US!!!
I don’t know why this crazy man did what he did Jazmine, though I don’t fault your Mama for thinking what she’s thinking. I’m sure she’s lived through that hate, I know if I was your Mama, that would be the very first thought that came to me, you’re too young to know this Jazmine, but this is the same state  back in 1998 that another pickup truck pulled over with three white men in it and gave James Byrd Jr. a hellish ride to his death, because he was black, so.. ya, I would think what Mama thinks, for sure!
I feel terrible for you Jazmine, your whole life was stolen from you...
Your family are going to live with this nightmare of a memory for the rest of their lives...
They’ll always be wondering if the pickup behind them are there to do them no good...
I bet it will take a long time before your Mama is even ready to drive again...
And Jazmine...This affects all of us too, everyone that cares for our Brothers & Sisters, no matter the color...
It’s taken so so many years to mend our hate, lately it seems that there wasn’t much mending going on...just bandages that have started to unravel...
I’m so sorry Jazmine, Mama and sisters...
A short story, relating to the ambush of the family in Texas, out for a drive for coffee, a pickup truck pulls along side and starts shooting, killing a 7 year old child and injuring the mother, the family is Black and stranger was white...
if only i could
all the clocks
in the world
just to hold you
a little longer

i would
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