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Seema Nov 2017
Forever more
That's what you said
My heart you tore
You didn't mention that
Aches of pain in my chest
You let me bleed to a foreign death
Classed me up like no other
In despair you also killed my brother
A lie or a mental case
Before I could mend
You smashed my face
Left me in a corner to the end
Pools of blood all around
Bleeding to death on the ground
You stood looking unrecognized
The tools you cleaned and organized
I gasped with my torn face
Death crawling at a fast pace
The feel of heat on my body
Unable to see or call somebody
Lighting up fire and burning my flash
You laughed and cried, a bucket of splash
Fused off the fire, almost dead
Heart still beating, you seemed scared
I was still alive when you buried me
My love, my life...O' what you made me see
My own tortuous death by your hand
Which once I held with love till the end
Now, all buried with a beating heart
What have you done, what is this art?
What was your motive, you should have talked
I was your love, but my life you clocked
Within seconds my beats stopped
You dug up the grave, my head you chopped
All satisfied, you set on my grave
Weeping loud, cursing and crying
I was not brave
I was not even trying
My love for you was pure
Death as medicine, came upon as a cure...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write
Seema Nov 2017
You happen to fear no one
Look what happened now
You had a licensed gun
To death you now bow

A deceased material
A so called psychopath
So much of you unreal
Yet no one measured your depth

Surely you got unnoticed
And took your own life
Dear friend, you will be missed
But your news is a rife

I hope your soul rests in peace
As your appreciation to people was less
Do behave wherever you are, please
And not create a forbidden mess

On your casket, here I place a rose
And pray solace to your soul today
I do grief on your loss as we were close
Sadly, in a very short time you went away...

©sim
Fictional write.
KRRW Aug 2017
Hands tainted
by Crimson Stain

Even the Great Flood
can't wash this sin


Hell itself
cannot contain


Demons burn me
from within


Culled my brother
like I'm Cain.
Written
07 August 2015


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Aidan A Apr 2017
It feels more times than not
My character is misconceived
Wherein my affinity for emotion is
Either ill received, or begs condescension
Such vindictive decrees for
Souls just as flawed as me
The difference is
Mine are the only flaws that I can see.

Void of emotion?
I prefer to think that I can
Differentiate between
A fleeting feel
And what is real -
What of the lack of social devotion?
I am only at my best
Around those who create from the heart
I discard the rest, because
I am the company I keep,
And I've kept from the start.

Over the top flattery?
I beg to differ.
You mistake the way I speak and the things I do
For my romantic battery
The thought of which makes me quiver -
It says a little something about you, too.
You fail to see
That I can so naturally
Draw emotion from the smallest of things
Do you think it is through arrogance that I sing?
A highly internalized being, who only creates things
To feed an insatiable egotistical craving?
Clearly the life that you lead
Is just lacking fantasy, or a sense of meaning...

I have met people who are metaphorical gateways,
No, actual ley lines of human creativity.
I wonder if their work would
Make you question your brand
Of Humanity.
I am a bit mad.
Lux Falls Feb 2017
White wall of flame
Do you see it?
***** fingernails and coal eyes
Do you see it?
Gluttural groans and mouthes fixated in 'Oh'
Skin that lies while butterflies dance on their skin
Do you see it?
Dollies in a line with the red kisses upon their heads
Their wings opening around them and hanging
Displaying the glory
The power
While weak eyes tremble with awe
Do you see it?
While the King and Queen argue
The rook slithers
Taking pawns and two Knights
Scaled to something magnificent
Alluring and burning alive
Do you see it?
The weasel has no Will
The weasel will not be reborn
No
He will be ash under my feet
While I pick my teeth of his flesh
And when you see me disappear
My failed consummation a dying echo
I will come
You will hear me roar
And you will know I breathe again
Do you see
me
Qomara Hasby Dec 2016
There was a girl standing quietly; waiting
Patiently while it was heavily raining.
Nobody knew that she was hiding a grin,
But everybody knew she had pale skin.

Behind those sleeves was a knife
So sharp; it could take a life.
Nobody knew it was once covered in blood
Which flowed swiftly like a flood.

People might ask, "What was she waiting for?"
She looked at her watch and found out it was four
O'clock in the morning; then she decided
To walk under the sky that collided.

She didn't even stop to wonder
Whom she was going to ******.
Allan Mzyece Nov 2016
This is how our story began
Not once upon a time,
but just hidden in the lines
And circles that surrounded all our crimes,
A CYCLE OF PSYCHOPATHIC LOVE THAT ALL THESE OTHERS POETS FAILED TO DESCRIBE
Sometimes I but wonder how I out-matched the world in terms of defining Love
Take it this way;
IF I GAVE YOU MY HEART IN AN ENVELOPE, WOULD YOU RETURN IT BACK OR WOULD YOU KEEP IT SAFE BESIDES YOUR HEART?  
I am here to talk about Art; you see
But you know you're a masterpiece in my Gallery
Ooh so but poor, I have no Masters but I am a Mastermind
And I hope you dont mind if I take you to a place where the Monsters hide
cause I plan on making you not only a bride!
I just grab my pen and rhyme about my serial killer girlfr'nd that loves to play with her knives
CAUSE THE WORDS "i love you" IN THIS GENERATION ARE SO OUT OF FASHION, RATHER YOU SHOW IT BY ALL YOUR ACTIONS
I took my serial killer girlfr'nd in on a date at my place
I took my kitchen knife
and told her to end my life
just to die happy by her side!
than to die sad without seeing her beautiful eyes.
You don't know what to now
Because they've 'fixed' you
And you can 'live' again

But the pain remains
The addiction
The affliction
The vengeance
The rage
The impulse
So you stop taking the meds
To start to live again
The way you love and know how

**** this ****!
You are Insane
You are Sadistic and Suicidal
A Psychopath and Manic
**Just embrace it
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