#dexter
I finally found them:
someone like me
Someone who loves me
darkness and all
Someone who understands me
the Monster, the phantom
They see the same, feel the same
dangerous things
And they embrace it
maybe they could show me how?
I finally found them:
someone like me
A killer, a monster
not by choice but by destiny
Someone to hold close to me
who knows my demons all too well
I won't have to hide anymore!
not with them
We can embrace the darkness
embrace it together
I finally found them:
someone like me
But I wish I never met them
for then I wouldn't have to say goodbye
Goodbye, my love, my family
goodbye to the only one who understands
(I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want to say goodbye!
I cannot say goodbye
not when I've finally found someone like me)
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
I want to be your victim
I want to be your prey
Please put all the tension
Pull up all your strength
I want to be your victim
I need to be your prey
I won’t runaway
I won’t resist or hesitate
You take me and you **** me
I always wanted this
I want to be your victim
I want to be your prey...
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Standing there... drenched in a forgotten angel’s cold sweat
My mind went blank... and then I uttered the most important words of my life
Omelette du fromage
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
On the other side I can see him
Neither here nor there...
Perhaps somewhere in between...
Maybe even just... A dream?
My tears are his laughter
Pushing thoughts from my mind and into his own
He takes the stand
An audience of one, I am forced to watch the show alone
With mirrored eyes I can see only but a reflection
...Not of me but rather something-- Or someone else...
Like premonitions of death the pictures are dark
But with the curtain uncalled "the show must go on"
His porcelain doll eyes yield no remorse...
A life left un-lived these visions run their course
Sacrificing love for life
I was forced to watch my mother die
Left behind, a soul by thine own hand...
A darker chapter still left to see?
Or am I simply catching a glimpse of what could of been?
A "dark passenger" I'm seeing just the same...
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:20 AM UTC
It lurks at the back of your consciousness.
It dwells in the pit of your stomach.
It is strong.
Strong enough to exist -
behind the facade of calm demeanors.
Strong enough to swim against the currents
of indoctrinated beliefs of righteousness.
Strong enough to be the wrong amidst all rights.
It is the speaker for the voiceless.
It is the doer for the incapable.
It is the strength for the weak.
It is sweet escape for the trapped.
Listen...
It's there in the lull.
When all is quiet, you hear it.
Whispering, inciting, winning you over.
It will take you over.
It will steer the wheel.
But only if you want it just as much.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Dear Dexter,
All of your poems are filled with hatred with a deep underlying pain. You convey messages of undeserved hurt through your poems so well I am hurting with you.
Every poem is beautiful, no matter how dark the subject. There is even a beauty to the raw, ugly ones that show truth.
I chose a few of my favourite lines and responded to them.
“Everyone was so consumed in their own sadness that they failed to notice mine.”
You have been noticed. All of your poetry is amazing, but it breaks my heart. I can relate to your feeling of being overlooked. When everyone has their problems and you try to say something about yours, but no one has the time to here them and eventually you just fade into the background. No one has to be entirely alone. even if you only reach out to people on hello poetry, there are people here, myself included that care a lot about other people’s pain and through poetry you can feel it so much clearer than you can in conversation.
“Your self worth
runs even deeper.”
You make a poem about self hate sound hopeful with these lines. It is supportive and beautiful.
”because how do you tell someone
who has never shed a drop of blood in
their life,
that every part of you is bleeding.”
These lines break my heart. They are so full of pain and truth. It is really astounding poetry.
“because no matter
the number
on the scale,
you will still
call me at 3am,
begging for a
reason to live.”
You capture the human nature so well. We have feelings that run deeper than instincts, think beyond logic and explanation, but when it comes down to it, we still have a survival instinct, that begs us not to **** ourselves.
“Stop making the hurt you feel sound cool and trendy.
Tell the world what it's truly like
because lately people have sewn the words
"Beauty" and "pain" into a cute little pink sweater in white lace.”
These words are so true. It seems like everyone is romanticizing pain, instead of discouraging people to follow in those footsteps. I know that there is no one in the world who would wish this upon their little brother or sister, son or daughter, friend, any relative. It is a pain no one should experience and it should never be advertised. I think you capture this in your poem/rant very well.
Dexter,
I feel your pain, you cynicism about the world, your hope that shows up even in some of the darkest of poems. I don’t know you except from your poetry, but it seems that life has been cruel. I sincerely hope that life decides to stop being such a ******* and turns around for you, soon. I believe that things will get better, for anyone who suffers anything, if you give it a chance. I think you have waited long enough and deserve something good now. You are a good person, you care about others, I can see it in your poem, Pain isn’t Beautiful which is entirely true and I have seen people making pain seem desirable. Your words ring truth and support for people who are suffering. Keep writing.
Love,
Ena
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
He makes the shallow cut on the cheek of yet another victim;
hope has been lost for another criminal
that roams the streets freely.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC