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darkhorse555

monster sleep

let the monster sleep
release the cracken
the monster from down deep
a parting of the waves
destroying all emotions
with a rage an almighty roar
parting of our ways
one look from you stone cold
a warm heart
killing me without thought
the crackens way
turning cold loveless
making a stone of your heart
let the monster sleep
leave him buried in the deep
like the hounds of hell
chained to a bottomless pit
locked in the deepest depths
the crevices of your heart
only then love will shine
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Posted: May 2013
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steve1223

Death My Old Friend

Death my old friend, let me lay down with you.
Come around me wrap your arms, to sleep gently soothe me.
My life’s been long, I’ve lived it well, no regrets to speak of.
I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, there were times my heart was broken.
But not one, my friend, would I trade back and lose memory forever.
My first love was so sweet, I was seven and she’d turned six.
We sat beneath the old willow tree, shared our cookies and our drink.
We swore that forever we’d be friends, so young and innocent were we.
By the time I turned twelve she was gone, they’d moved across the sea.
I must admit, I cried for days, my best friend had been taken.
Even now, sometimes I wonder, what happened, how did her life go.
Maybe, who knows, on the other side these answers I’ll be finding.
Was sixteen when I met Maree, a woman wise and worldly.
Hair of black and gypsy soul, yet she was but three years older.
She taught me there in the back of her truck, all the ways of loving.
She had arrived on early morn, never said where she hailed from.
Same way she disappeared, here now, today, gone the next.
For all she said and all she did, leaving no trace behind her.
Sometimes I sit back and close my eyes, can still taste those lips.
Girls came and they went, all nice but none made same impression.
Not until I was twenty five, did I meet the one that mattered.
From when my eyes opened to the day to end of day when closed.
She was always in my thoughts, my every waking moment.
At twenty seven we did wed, my bride, my wife, was ever so radiant.
Our life we lived happily, a son and two daughters we added.
I’d be telling a lie if I said all was fine, there were times we had our downs.
But all in all, we worked on those, together we survived them.
The day of my birthday I remember well, twas the day I turned sixty seven.
Two policemen knocked on the door, their faces told the story.
Lost my life, my heart, my soul, for forty years my companion.
Darkness closed from all around and icy coldness gripped my heart.
How could this happen I wanted to know, at God I was railing.
My children brought me through, brought me back to sunshine.
The years passed on as years will, my family all around me.
Three had grown to twenty two, such a carry on when all together.
Celebrated ninety nine, but I think I’m not here much longer.
Death is whispering in my ear, each day I hear him clearer.
‘Come,’ he says, ‘lay down with me and I’ll take you into forever.’
So gladly I’ll go, my love I’ll meet, eternity to spend together.
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Posted: Oct 2012
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mcradloff

I'm afraid today

I'm afraid today
I went to a parade
Children were all around
One complained to her teacher
She wanted something to drink too
It isn't fair that guy gets a pop and we don't
I'm afraid I made her jealous
I'm afraid of being alone
Why won't anyone call me
I'm afraid of being in public
I'm afraid they'll see me staring at them
I'm afraid that I don't have enough money
I'm afraid I can't afford to fix my teeth
I'm afraid I can't stop eating crap and drinking pop
I'm afraid to go walking by myself
I'm afraid of my new neighbors
I'm afraid of my family
I'm afraid of big dogs that bark
I'm afraid of my landlord
She is always snooping around
Especially in the parking lot
Slow down, this is not a street!
When I was little I was afraid of ghosts
I was afraid of Bigfoot
I was afraid of the bullies at school
Things were much simpler then
I'd trade those fears back then for the ones I have now
In a New York minute!
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
With Halloween approaching, thought I'd share some things that I'm afraid of, there's plenty more, that's for sure!
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Yankee4you

Clefts In The Rock

Snow falls softly over quiet meadow
A soliloquy of stillness pervades
My floating thoughts are only an echo
Humanity hesitates and evades

A chilling cold becomes a welcomed hush
Old smile still frozen on its sightless face
Beautiful eyes once filled with tears so lush
Death welcomes all in its muted embrace

Sadly life abandons our greatest Host
A rusted barbed wire strand become our crown
Mankind becoming cold, deaf as a post
Maybe a branch a knife will whittle down

Come gather together my scattered flock
Time to stop hiding 'tween clefts in the rock
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
A deliberate use of metaphor to protest against the emptiness of violent death......and the complete lack of faith, hope, charity, and love sometimes found in my fellow man in this sometimes desolate world as one would imagine if one could gaze across a barren winter battlefield.
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Spartacus2012

Alone...

She is the girl
in the gym,
our eyes glance and meet,
she flashes a smile
my heart goes into denial...

I want to tell her
my happiness is gone,
I walk this world
as a lost soul,
an eternal loner...

I dream to the stars
praying each day
it will be better
than the last day...
Will she listen?

I want to tell her
I am tired of running
and being out of breath
my happiness is gone
as I walk in this world...

I mend a broken heart
my heart bleeds,
asleep in pool of blood,
nightmares up my spine,
I bleed dry...
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
A dark existential moment...Alone...
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steve1223

Broken People With Smiling Faces

Broken people with smiling faces
Cracked sidewalks, crumbling buildings
Desolate winds howling through barren wastelands
Searing hot, this blood red sun baking
All that is beneath it’s rays

And I, my fingers tearing the flesh from my face
Howling my pain, my agony into the nothingness
For what was is no longer
Nor ever will be again
And with that there is nothing left
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Posted: Dec 2013
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Spartacus2012

Immortal Beloved

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My immortal beloved
dusk and thick as night
your dark skin and rolling curls
I have sought for centuries...

The flood from your candid form
flows like a river
my eternal beloved
I feel your past pain of mortality...

I sense the warmth and current
of your deep red blood
I hurl and skew my kisses
like crimson roses of fire...

Your hands touch me
light and cold
sending a shiver through me
we shine with the glory of Luna...

Gift me with your lunar smile
you irises, sullen and chaotic
they flash when they hear my sigh
soaring from deep within my gut...

Yes, you my shadow woman
bend your head of black hair
just slightly to one side
drink my blood, heart of hearts...

I will give you everything
and while I'n in agony
you, my love of all loves
draw sustenance from my burning blood...
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
If you die single,
my ashes will go and visit you...
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mcradloff

Jeffrey Dahmer

I would like to respond to the families of the victims
First of all I am not Satan or the Devil
And I did not appreciate being yelled at
And being told they wished I would burn in hell
I blame my father for the way I turned out
If he would have been more strict with me
Then maybe I wouldn't have eaten Lucky Charms out of a skull bowl
I wish I wouldn't have gotten caught
I would still be doing what I enjoy
Eating people
And if it is any concilation
Your brother was delicious!
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Very few people are proud of their crimes and Jeffrey was trying to put on that he was sorry for his crimes. I just thought it would be fun to have him be unrepentant and real evil like Manson and give no real apology for his crimes. Another aspect of his trial was that he ate black people because he hated them and was a racist. I have to disagree with that. You don't let people in your home you hate. In Milwaukee they were simply available, that's all.
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morgen90210

Demonic sleeping beauty

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Sleeping beauty don't you wake,
Sleep walking nude at the lake,
The world don't know you as a fake,
Pretentious charming you make,

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Wish in my heart that you be dead,
These sacrificial fools you lead,
Fulfilling all your satanic ritual needs ,
Watching dead men walking meat!

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Its three'a clock in the morning,
Heard from your bedroom laughing,
Another dumb guy caught in your web,
Paralysed fool with only a limited time left!

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No one would believe what I've seen,
From where she came and where she's been,
Why is she putting up with me?
To show the world how a loving couple should be!

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Count Draco only bastard daughter,
Never met a pure heartless killer,
I am stuck with her for damm eternity,
Speaking many tongue is her special abilities,


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why do i call her Sleeping beauty?
And not a witch or a demonic lady?
That is the only time i felt her love flowing,
Sleeping beauty awake always in my knowing!
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
this lady when asleep is the most humane and loving to her husband
who is also a showpiece to the world,
but she is more than an unfaithful wife,
she is a Daywalker(half human/vampire)
and a priestess to her God with blood and manhood sacrifices. .. .
and now you know. . . .
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madtat29

Into the abyss

Tired of the atmosphere,
This lower mental plane,
Sick of sighing endlessly,
With burns from acid rain,
This massive pain develops,
As the drops create a lake,
An avalanche of happenstance,
Too much for me to take,
Pushing down I almost drown,
As waves begin to break,
The salt is nothing new to me,
I swallow from the drink,
Try to organize my thoughts,
But it's so hard to think,
Pressure pressing too extreme,
In silent screams I sink below,
Cold is taking over now,
And everything is slow,
I think I have
somewere to be,
but I've nowhere to go...
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Moody...
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