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Talia Nov 2018
Mister psychopath
I can see through your facade,
faking innocence.

You want to hurt me,
tear me apart limb by limb,
to bathe in my blood.

to make me suffer,
it would make you laugh once more.
stay away from me!

Mister treachery,
you're a wolf in sheep's clothing,
you're not who you seem.

manipulating,
only using charm and wit?
that won't work again.

I'll overthrow you,
because you're no longer king!
I, the queen, mean war.
I had a fun night with two.
One died and the other is starving.
They came to see me
like the mysterious sea about to *****,
the kind of sea where often in the evening a dozen clairvoyants ****** by every other god
come to drown!
I had a fun night with two.
One died before I could hold her and the other, I starved her to death.
Honey! Could you please get me my vegetarian horse.
I need to catch a revolutionary jellyfish then feed it with my idea of religion and let it dissolve in the mysterious sea.
You are stupid and so is your god!
I had a fun night with two...



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
teni Sep 2018
i am a bomb.
tick tick ticking.
i am neutral as of now
who knows when i'll explode
taking everyone near me out, too.

im so sorry for all the pain
i have brought upon you.
im so sorry for always making you worry.
im so sorry for never being stable.
i know its annoying when
you have to constantly check
and double check
and triple check
that im safe
and doing as well as can be.
i know the dry replies are hard to work around.
when i don't have the mental capacity
to hold a single ******* conversation.
"yeah"
"lol"
"ok"
its hard for me, too.

im so ******* scared of being alone.
i can hardly function with the support i have,
how the **** will i do it on my own?
the answer is simple :
i wont.

i will give up on myself
just as everyone else has.
i will collapse into the dirt
moldy and rotten
a corpse of empty emotion.
and nobody will dig me up.
everyone is deaf , for they have never heard my cries for help.
zoe moon Mar 2018
maybe it's okay i don't feel anything for you anymore.
maybe it's okay i've moved on.
i am no longer fueling the fire of the hatred you possess for everyone you can't understand.

you couldn't understand me.
i didn't want you too.
i was unpredictable and selfish.
you were naive and hateful.

i want to get better.
you want to subject more victims.
i can live without you.
you can't live with knowing i no longer care.

i've always known how to torture you inside.
you always knew how to push me to that point.

i'm happy knowing you're still sad.
i am happy knowing you're in pain.

i'm ****** up.
but you ****** up.
now you can't live with your mistake.
but mine was always intentional.

that's the thing that made you so angry.
the thing that you could never understand.
how could everyone always forgive me?

i guess i'm simply oh so forgivable, honey.
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
The title reads "Petite Redhead"
Pity it is content
With filth

A record recycling junk
Strums together a jingle
Echoing its own hollow verse

Triggers and pins
Always seem to accompany
The gun

The grip is soft
Side rail cold and beautiful
Like an old bottle of ***

My mind is sporadic
Seeking any conclusion
Requiring nonsense to fill the gap

Deceitful fingers
Lingering
Ready for digging

Her body still warm
Acting as a proxy pillow
The compromise of comfort

White to red
Crimson stains not withheld
A result of the rolling tide

Wrath of blood
Brought to fruition
And supplementation

To feel nothing
Is blissful and pure
Welcoming to heaven

The taker of life
Listening to a Redhead
No realistic sounds beneath
Seema Dec 2017
HERE! burn me
Take me to hell
Who is me?
Can you tell

Why bandaged wrist
Hang in there
Who are you beast?
Came from where?

Hello world creatures
What ya looking at *******?
Sorry, who am I?
And who is that guy?

No, no...not another shock
Stop, stop! Stop this clock
Who are you, who is me?
What am gonna be?

Please, no...no injection
I...promise to be good
With no objection
I promise to be good

Eyes closing...
Another dose...
Nurses posing...
Handing me a last rose...

©sim
Fictional write.
Fynn Nov 2017
The curtain falls, flickering lights
light the ground and reveal the scene
The life is a stage, with vertiginious heights
and death is our final performance

****** requires perfection
It requires the pure lack of feeling
And what is life, what is satisfaction
without the euphoria of killing

Everyone wears a mask
I just chose to create my own
And I will not stop and finish my task
until your body will drop down

Im on the chase,
wont reveal my face
I will finally end your disgrace

The sound of my gun
as proud as an eagles scream
like a whisper of death
and a promise of salvation
leaves fear and terror
wherever it speaks

The gunsmoke evaporates
and this blossom of blood
That the shot created on the ground
this never ending beautiful flood
And the wonderful aspect
of the silenced sound

Killing is art
And madness is just inspiration
Im not a psychopath. Sometimes poetry requires a certain cruelty.
This is just for entertaining purposes.
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