Molly Gilkey Sep 2016

It was one of those things past the human eye they keep in a jar before you.
In a tent close to your desires like a sideshow of your mind, on the outskirts until memory fails
of a little, drowsy town by the light of the moon. One of those pale things between the ugly and the beautiful, drifting in alcohol plasma  drowning in confusion. Forever dreaming and circling fingers around your mind with its peeled dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night to sneak into your thoughts and only the crickets chirping its dead eyes fluttering,the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland being eaten alive by the pain. One of those things inside you and me in a big jar on a shelf hidden from you that makes your stomach drop in anticipation as it does when you see a preserved arm beyond, taunting, in a laboratory vat underneath your skin. Charlie stared back at it in spite the pain it causes, for a long time. Amid the blur.


Frankie Sep 2016

It all starts with a kiss on the forehead from the devil.
A curse so deadly that The Grim Reaper would fear for his life.
Togetherness is a lost cause for sanity and my mind.
One of them, if not both, has been absent.

I've killed many and many before.
Homicidal cravings have polluted my veins.
Empathy has fled the scene of this heinous crime inside my head,
As the voices so gracefully moved in.

Frequent scenarios are projected in my dreams,
Like some spooky yet erotic film.
Two vampiric women kiss so maliciously,
As their lips are painted with blood.
This vision makes murder orgasmic.

The blood flow has not yet been drained from my vision,
As it stains the cotton of my memory.
Remorseful thoughts convert to an addiction.
I need to accommodate another fix, before my inevitable conviction.

I've once felt the feelings of the peaceful,
But reality has stolen my conscience.
A lovely soul transformed to atrocity .
This lantern gained a shortage of oil,
causing me to become lost in a field of misery and pain.

Minacious laughs frolic in my ears,
Though these giggles I'm quite familiar with.
I heard them often, so joyful and so free.
But now they've turned to evil.

An inability to move my hands when desired,
Caused by attire not aimed for warmth.
I'm a prisoner blocked by a wall of darkness,
So deliberately detaining my sanity.

I have loved a time, so long ago,
Where happiness was my most valued acquaintance.
Yet something inside of me awoken so suddenly,
Shamelessly demolishing any remote heart I once possessed.

Possession is such a polite word to use,
describing demonic forces taking ownership of your soul.
But I consider it a blessing in disguise,
Due to the unescapable fact that who I was could not be an acception,
To those who hold superiority over me.

A monster I was?
Or A monster I have became.
It would never be determined by the others.
All they fathom is that a monster is contained,
And lives will no longer be stolen by the guilty hands of this monster.

But what gives human life it's worth?
I will forever ponder that thought.
For I am the star of this so called Hell,
And where I'll be when my time has come,
No sane human would dwell.

I've always wanted to write something through the perspective of a maniac without glamorizing the act of taking a human life. This person is of course fictional, but I'm sure you could probably look up real killers who've spoken this way before their deaths.
Frankie Sep 2016

A mystery woman named Mystery,
So suspenseful yet so majestic.
A damsel in distress she was,
Who keeps it all to herself.

Pale as the snow that fell one evening,
An evening where I had met her.
Her luscious red lips,
Her black painted finger tips,
And her wavy dark hair has intrigued me.

Her eyes were so mesmerizing,
But so lovely as they were frightening.
Her smile was rare when she showed it,
But her laugh was much too sinister.
Yet I had an urge to sound it more.

A sudden lust I felt for her,
Once she had been flirtatious.
What her motive was,
I'll never know,
But her love making surely was bodacious.

The rapid lust was frightening to me,
As it became an untreatable addiction.
Once lust had turned to love,
I knew it was a bad contradiction.

Once she felt that feeling for me,
She couldn't help it much longer.
She rose from the bed,
Her hands on her head,
Wishing that she had lived stronger.

Amazed at what I had witnessed this instant,
I felt a sudden chill.
Her body glowed like Christmas Eve,
And then I started to feel ill.

I don't quite remember,
what happened post chill,
But skeptical I seem to be.
As I woke up with a slight aching head,
My memory was somewhat fuzzy.

Joelle A Owusu Jun 2016

Does she notice the four sugars,
You sneak into your tea?
What’s she like, this girl?
The girl who isn’t me?

She hasn’t even realised,
The weird dent on your knee.
Who even is this girl?
The girl who isn’t me.

It’s been more than a fortnight,
Since you made me leave my key.
Did you give it to the girl?
The girl who isn’t me?

She’s thinner, smart and cooler.
No one can disagree.
But can you learn to love,
A girl who isn’t me?

Your clothes are where you left them,
in piles on the settee.
That girl calls it a ‘sofa’.
The girl who isn’t me.

Fuck this, I’m getting wasted.
One shot turns into three.
I’m tempted to drunk text her.
The girl who should be me.

It’s not like I’ve been stalking
Your profiles frantically.
I just can’t believe you’re seeing
A girl who isn’t me.

Does she put up with your mood swings?
When you’re loathing your degree?
How can you stand to be with?
A girl who isn’t me?

Just answer this one question:
What do you really see?
In that wretched girl you’re dating?
That girl who isn’t me?

I must be going crazy.
Who still writes poetry?
I bet your girlfriend hates it.
The girl who isn’t me.

I’m keeping your new console,
And your comfy blue hoodie.
That’s what you get for kissing
A girl who isn’t me.

Maybe I’m just jealous?
I think it’s clear to see.
You clearly love your girl,
Your girl who isn’t me.

You told me all your secrets,
Under that big oak tree.
Can you trust this girl?
This girl who isn’t me.

You can’t, that’s why you grab her.
Silence her every plea.
You laugh and call her stupid.
That’s what you did to me.

I must have dodged a bullet.
I know I’ve been set free.
I hope she breaks your heart.
The girl who isn’t me.

I cannot be the girl,
The girl I used to be.
I guess that’s why you’re now with
A girl who isn’t me.

I see this as a blessing,
It surely has to be.
You’re now stuck with a girl,
A girl who isn’t me.

Your days, my friend, are numbered.
You listening to me?
‘Cause I still know your secrets.
And they’re not safe with me.

The cuts, the bumps and bruises,
I claimed I could not see.
Does your girl have them too?
The girl who isn’t me?

I’ll do my best to save her.
She’s too naïve to see,
that you can’t control your temper,
with a girl who isn’t me.

I wear these scars like war paint,
For all the world to see.
They show how hard I fought,
For that girl and for me.

I did my best to save her.
I tried to help her flee.
But you damaged, hurt and ruined
the girl who’s now like me.

The creaking of your window.
How cold your house must be?
You’ll always have to live with,
the girl who once was me.

I hope this poem haunts you.
I’ll never say sorry.
That girl you called a weakling?
That girl just isn’t me.

Paul Crocker May 2016

Do not look upon my face.
For I am not yours to be stared at.
I hear not what you speak whilst I dwell within this place.
Thoughts prevent my passing from this spot of which I am sat.
Why do you taunt me , wretch, through my vulnerable demeanour?
The dark is not yours to bestow upon my flame.
Ember to ashes to dust shan't make these pastures greener.
Nor shall it keep such a ravenous beast tame.

May you bloody my face and dirty my hands.
Paint me in colours fraught with weakness and dread.
You tell me how it's to be, but I for one will not be damned.
This earth is disturbed yet, I have not tread.
A shallow grave for a body of deep fragility.
Mourn me with sarcastic pity and spite.
It would be your only maskless ability.
Watching you incisively cloaking my true feelings with the night.

Remember in detail how the warm blood fell drip, drip, drip.
Onto the concrete slab of the cold, unforgiving stone.
How my emotions were purposely ripped, ripped, ripped.
I wasn't left the decency of feeling alone.
Forgotten by tomorrow and not acknowledged by the stars.
Loveless and lifeless is how my body must lay.
Repainted with the history of my life's scars.
Where art thou foul bastard who took my heart away?

Paul Crocker May 2016

Darkness ascends with the opening of my eyes.
The new vision expected is not one of surprise.
Reasoning of such confounds me to thinking I was no more.
I must have hallucinated such a nightmare so impure.
A ruffling sound above me confirmed what I can't ignore.
Stood still on Pallas's head above my chamber door.

The creature overhead draped in deathly black feathers.
Its claws still as distinct as cracked leather.
Eyes as dark as his body's decor.
To what purpose it hadn't moved I was unsure.
Perhaps it was waiting to escort me to a more celestrial shore.
Without a feather out of place it only spoke the one word of nevermore.

'Your job is done!' I cried to the vision of what my eyes could not ignore.
Take your leave and return to a more grave shore.
Why then pray tell do you stay here for?
If I have passed surely I can be with my beloved Lenore.
Bird, show me that heavenly realm I so wish to explore.
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

Standing firmly, I shortened the distance between bird and floor.
Proving that my death was not as the creature had saw.
Claiming my status before I knew what was in store.
Suddenly it glided down past me with not a sound to its soar.
Circling to the other side where I'd been before.
My sights fell upon an image which into my soul tore.

As the raven flew around me I thought it was defeated.
But there I was in the same position slumply seated.
'What trick is this?!' I hollered at the bird next to my corpse on the floor.
Silence confirmed he wasn't going to answer what I had asked for.
Surely now I am able to see my beautiful Lenore.
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

The raven hopped upon my breast and pecked at my eyes.
It was just as uncertain that the body before it was lies?
The darkness returned but more sudden than before.
My soul was still present but the wretch forbid me from seeing Lenore.
Though I can not see, I can explain to her what happened upon this floor.
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

Then I heard a sound hatching.
As if fingernails were scratching.
But this noise was louder than any human could ensure.
My tongue became numb and swollen like it was pierced beyond sore.
Thou bladed beak has hushed me but I shall find my sweetest Lenore.
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

I had a plan to control this demon and to change the score.
'Raven, I ask that you have mercy and let me know more.'
He opened his wings and embraced my spirit into his core.
The blackness remained and his eyes were the lights only open door.
Then I witnessed her angelic form upon the floor.
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

The word may have come from the bird as always before.
But I mouthed each syllable like an echoing encore.
I could not move arm nor wing to warn my lonesome Lenore.
Seems this bird is more like a magpie with an eye for a  shiny ore.
He stole the treasure and left me empty and poor.
I'd be with the radiant and lovely Lenore nevermore.

We stayed for years above my chamber door.
Sadly staring at my lost and confused Lenore.
Who remained standing upon the same floor.
Asking the raven why I choose to ignore.
One day my shape appeared next to her innocence so pure.
My mirrored image replied the word 'Yours.'

If I was supposidly there, why was I still watching from the door?
She wanted to know how long I'd be with her for.
The reflection of me answered, 'Forevermore.'
Adding of the stars he would give her a personal tour.
Turning his attention towards the door.
Telling me in the raven's grim voice the word nevermore.

His eyes blackened and a knowing smile began to beguile.
I realised his twisted plan so evilly vile.
I was able to flap the wings and call for my endangered Lenore.
But I was unaware this was not what she saw.
A maddening creature squawking and flapping above the chamber door.
She didn't look at me as warmly as she had done before.

Reaching for the letter opener that lay next to my quill.
Almost like he had ordered her to kill.
Hurtling it towards me with a blood curdling shrill.
The blade hit its target fast and sure.
I could not keep a hold with these trembling claws.
My feathered form fell with a thud on that familiar floor.

The vision had not faded like it did before.
I heard him say he can show her so much more.
I was unable to stop what was about to endure.
Both figures began to sink steadily into the floor.
Witnessing her descent into hell fire's gore.
To lay my gaze upon her nevermore.

There is a darkend house resting on a darkened shore.
Along the cold corridor you'll find a chamber door.
Inside is a stench so potent you will drop to the floor.
Next to you is a crumbling skeleton, only this and nothing more.
Except under you are the bones of a bird from the days of yore.
Much gratitude I offer you for being my guest forevermore.

After watching a video of The Raven my muse had an idea. He said but what if that wasn't the end? He explained the first few verses and I had to get out of bed, jot down some rhymes and notes just to shut him up. But I am glad I listened I am very pleased with the end result.

Long cloak, black hood
A demon you think
Motionless, human like
Standing tall, head bowed
Misty breath, dimming light
The imminent twilight
Disturbing silhouettes
Flashes before my eyes

Tall trees, dark thickets
A jungle you think
Rustling, human like
Chattering loud, foot steps
Heavy drops, closing in
A racing heart
Indistinctive echoes
Whispers in my ears

Loud growl, a beastly phantom
A reaper you think
Screaming, human like
Bleeding slightly, a young maiden
Red stain, white cloth
A purification ritual
Lost virginity
Swirling thoughts in my mind

Just a play with a pen on a paper...
Garth Lebowski Mar 2016

Moonlight drapes my room tonight like the ancient dust found in every old and abandoned house you enter, filling every crack, every crevice with gloom. I try and drift, for just a second but my heart drops and I'm sadly awakened again by my own delusions and perils of the night. For when I close my eyes, I see a manner of things that frighten me and my fleeting hopes of sleep are diminished. Thus the forlorn story of my insomnia repeats itself yet another night.

Amidst the eerie stillness of the evening, something mysterious jolted violently against my wall splitting the silence in two. It appeared with a thunderous thud at the end of the room that rattled my bones to the marrow. Startled, I awakened with a single heartbeat and gasping for air. In horror I perceived a lone and tall figure convulsing wildly in a strip of pale moonlight that carpeted the floor. A solitary shape of no defined earthly nature stood twitching at the very end of my bed, watching me as I stared back. Quaking, I contemplated my fate as it whispered indecipherably, putting its arm out as if to reach me.

So many nights I had heard its ramblings of insanity, so many times I had wished for death to greet me in its wake and once again, there it stood; a shadowy devil from the depths of hades staring down into my worthless soul. “Who’s there!?” I uttered, as my heart palpitated rapidly only to be replied by the silence of the night, “Hear me foul creature of the night, be gone or thou shall feel God’s wrath! Be gone dreaded beast back to the depths of hell with you!” As I spoke, it hovered nearer and nearer, its fiery glare pierced my soul as it tilted its gaze. The daemon stopped abruptly as I whispered “Amen.” An immense howl escaped the creature as it dissipated into a black cloud of evil laughter that echoed in the deepest chasms of my consciousness.

In a mixed sense of relief and revulsion I staggered out of the warm protection of my covers and beheld the mirror across my chamber. Just to check if I was still whole and among the living.
I was whole and so was my executioner.

DEW Feb 2016

Those piercing eyes,
Cause piercing cries,
That cut the night,
To be devoured by flies.

All the wise,
Will seek demise,
When the only prize,
Is foolish delight.

Have a bite,
Of broken ties,
And lover's pies,
Caked in lies.

A woman dies,
In fading light,
Of teeming fright,
From piercing stares.

I thought this one might be a little spine-tingling.
You be the judge.
Since it borders on horror, I like it a lot.
Not because of the horror, but the border.

Sarah Nielle Dec 2015

It was dark
I was empty
I was lonely
I found him
My follower
"You're a sociopath and i find that beautiful."
He smiled
"I don't really like you all that much." He whispered.
I left into the cold emptiness
I was awoken by hell's hand placed over my mouth
I let out a cry of desperation
and I felt a knife pierce my back
"I'm only following you."
I slowly let out breaths
"Isn't it normal to follow someone, fall in love, lead them on, and leave them?"
My last words weren't there.
I was speechless by the harsh reality.

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