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you break my heart like an elephant running through a room on ice just an earthquake exploding with revenge deep inside don't doubt yourself twice I have a new endgame I've seen the outcome at least a million times it all ends the same except with one where I finally win with your head in my hand to my side
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
Stephen King
Wind berates the window panes in angry exclamations And the walls groan with the intermittent vibrations of my father’s steady blows- With every other heavy step the leaden strokes of his fury, a loaded roque mallet meets the wall, meant for me. And deep in my body, white terror (boiler heat) climbs the stairs in syncopated heart beats. Daddy, can you hear me in there? But I think he’s gone, and I’m running. Long hallways, deep black, and the crack of his weapon send shrill fear in (fire hose) snakes down my back. “COME ON OUT, WORTHLESS PUP, AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE, BAD LITTLE BOYS HAVE TO TAKE THEIR CORRECTION,” I think daddy is gone, This inhuman place took him. In the back of my mind, (You’ve got to keep your love alive), In the back of my mind, (I know that you tried.) There always comes the end of the line, and as I beat daddy to the attic by a step, I know I’ve reached mine. There is nowhere to go. There is nowhere to hide. “If my daddy is in there, he knows that you lied! You’re just a false face, just a big hungry void, and you swallow men like him to survive. If my daddy is in there– ” And all at once, his countenance changed. A man hollowed by agonized sorrow, he bled, (Monsters are real) “Doc, run away quick-” (And ghosts are too) “But remember this-” (They live inside of us) “Remember I love you.” (And sometimes they win.) And I believe him. I kiss his blood stained fingers, And vignettes of sweet memories pass between us, fading with the hue of humanity in his eyes- And I cannot say goodbye. The mallet ascends to end him- A coup de grace, a bleak salvation, So that I can look upon the mangled maw of the awful stronghold that held him. “Masks off, then,” It says. And I grin.
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
The Overlook
Wind berates the window panes in angry exclamations And the walls groan with the intermittent vibrations of my father’s steady blows- With every other heavy step the leaden strokes of his fury, a loaded roque mallet meets the wall, meant for me. And deep in my body, white terror (boiler heat) climbs the stairs in syncopated heart beats. Daddy, can you hear me in there? But I think he’s gone, and I’m running. Long hallways, deep black, and the crack of his weapon send shrill fear in (fire hose) snakes down my back. “COME ON OUT, WORTHLESS PUP, AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE, BAD LITTLE BOYS HAVE TO TAKE THEIR CORRECTION,” I think daddy is gone, This inhuman place took him. In the back of my mind, (You’ve got to keep your love alive), In the back of my mind, (I know that you tried.) There always comes the end of the line, and as I beat daddy to the attic by a step, I know I’ve reached mine. There is nowhere to go. There is nowhere to hide. “If my daddy is in there, he knows that you lied! You’re just a false face, just a big hungry void, and you swallow men like him to survive. If my daddy is in there– ” And all at once, his countenance changed. A man hollowed by agonized sorrow, he bled, (Monsters are real) “Doc, run away quick-” (And ghosts are too) “But remember this-” (They live inside of us) “Remember I love you.” (And sometimes they win.) And I believe him. I kiss his blood stained fingers, And vignettes of sweet memories pass between us, fading with the hue of humanity in his eyes- And I cannot say goodbye. The mallet ascends to end him- A coup de grace, a bleak salvation, So that I can look upon the mangled maw of the awful stronghold that held him. “Masks off, then,” It says. And I grin.
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"You're not one of them", he says "I can tell, I got this GIFT, see?" The relief clear on his animated face Too twitchy, too... off "They watch us, you know? They got those satellites and **** They'll read your ID through your pocket Then they gotcha!" I nod, only mildly alarmed And throw down my smoke. Step on it to make sure it's out "Only you can prevent forest fires" A childhood echo He picks it up Looks wildly around "Your DNA is on that! Epithelials! I seen it! I seen it on that CSI!" I mumble something His eyes narrow. He laughs too hard. "Kidding man, I'm just kidding" He skitters off, like an ant missing 4 legs I look up, and nod to the ****** on the roof. ~JNc 9-15
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Paranoid
He wore a fickle grin But it seemed there were worms within Behind those tombstone teeth He scares me I dream of him opening that maw Seeing other world's in the darkness of his cloak Seeing only gleams where eyes should be Oh this dark man That seemed like no man at all Empty eyes That nightmare grin And behind the vale the worms within
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
dark man
Do it quickly, God forgive me Her eyes drifted dreamily His teeth worked against her neck Lord of the flies, favor me now ... had already pooled in it, something viscid and alive I am the resurrection of death He's undead, Ben We must go through bitter to taste the sweet blood. Now your end. LET ME GOOOOOOO---- and the blood that pulsed from his chest turned black Look out! You killed the master! I'll be back They were in the streets, the walking dead They go crazy on the inside.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
'Salem's Lot
What was it like Bleeding out into your wedding dress When the wounds cut too deep to bear? Fighting back our urges to help, We instead flocked to the funeral Where the beer was free And finger foods flooded our senses, Immunizing us against your cries.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Winnifred Torrance
Ye are not alone Hear me, If ye will, For I too have become one of the last of my kind And my world falls apart Just as thine own And though we chase not the same Tower, They are but one Yes, Charyou Tree, come reap I too have given up everything for my Tower And if they knew, They would demand I renounce my precious tower But ka like the wind Carries me forward And I believe you understand Why I know I will draw My last breath On the path of the beam
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Dearest Roland,