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9 entries this month
 

Sally

20:17 Apr 28 2011
Times Read: 528




Pretty little girl

Bright and all

Had to follow a family’s tradition

And eventually gave up on it all

What used to be talented and shining

Became ice and cold

What used to be happy

Became a black soul

Two people tried to help

But only get pushed by the border line

Sally, oh Sally

What did we do wrong this time?


You lost your love

You live in an abusive home

I wish help was available

Perhaps you’ll learn to get some

Sally oh Sally

I hope your attention comes to this poem


What has been done is done

And it seems as though we are done

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Silence...A different kind of poem.

16:35 Apr 28 2011
Times Read: 543




"Yes the Silence is Deafening isn't it Grimmy?



Yes...it is my love. As it still haunts me today.



"Yet the silence will set you free, Am I right Grimmy?"



Yes...it shall set my soul to be free



"Yet the silence will only be the death of you in the end, isn't this right Grimmy?"



Yes...for only you know what is best



Do you know I am only the voice inside your sick little mind Grimmy?



It can't be..you see inside my soul



"Do you know how truly sick you are Grimmy?



"Do you know your crazy Grimmy?"



"Do you know you do not deserve what you want Grimmy?"



"Do you know I will drive you to death Grimmy?"



"Do you know nobody truly loves you Grimmy?"



"Why have you stopped answering Grimmy?"



Because you lie Reaper



Deny all you like too, Grimmy. But the brutal truth will set you free. Look in the mirror and realize the only thing left to guide you in the voices within your intoxicated drug induced brain...

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LightningCaelum
LightningCaelum
18:16 Apr 28 2011

That really good





 

Memoir of a Dead Girl

15:21 Apr 27 2011
Times Read: 548




I

It hasn’t even been 20 years

Yet here I lay in this shallow grave

Watching the insects crawl upon me

Watching them feast upon what I call my soft skin

Seeing the soil with these dead bolts I call eyes

With stretched pale skin I call eye sockets

They always say when you die

But this is a lie

I lay here and I weep ashes



II

The spirit reawakens on the inside

Making all of these memories come back to life

They seemed real then they were before

Bringing back up filth emotion

Bringing back up the filth emotion that killed me long before time



III

At the funeral we hear rest in peace

But shall you know now that this is a lie

Take it from the memoir of a dead girl who has died

Died long before her destined time



*not done*

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Angelus
Angelus
15:04 Apr 28 2011

not done.. ?



well, I like what's done.





 

Revelation 17

16:11 Apr 21 2011
Times Read: 564




I watch slowly as the rain hits my skin

Look at the sky as the clouds are turning in

The thunder storm keeps me inside a prison

Although everything was blowing away

I stood at will

Just as that, the Earth stood still

An envisionment of my life

Flying in my eyes

I look towards the road on the left

Was a shadow of me during the night

I see the nights I wished of death

I see the nights where I doped myself up

I saw the night I laid shaking furiously in my bed

And I silently thought to myself

“Why didn’t anyone grant my wish to be dead?”

I look towards my right and saw a distinctive light

A saw a better future

I saw a glimpse of what a life could be like

Yet I still stand in the middle of the line

My heart wants to go right

While the other side wants to go back to my fucked up life

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Angelus
Angelus
16:20 Apr 23 2011

this one I do like.





 

Let Me

16:43 Apr 12 2011
Times Read: 597




Let me give you poison

Let me give you shame

Let me give you a gun

Embedded with your name

Let me show you hate

Let me show you hell

Let me show you misery

Only a dead girl like me could tell

Let me tell you stories

Let me tell you pain

Let me tell you sick jokes

Because only the true shall die in vain

Let me give you drugs

Let me give you whores

Let me give you this girl I am

Because I never wanted her before

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Fucking Druggie

16:13 Apr 12 2011
Times Read: 617




Grab the needle

You’ll feel better I promise

Heat up the powder

And shoot it



Get deep inside that warm feeling

Forget about all the pain in which you are dealing

Look at the world through hazy foggy eyes

Stop!

Don’t shoot up too much

It isn’t your time



It’s obvious you won’t listen

I bet you’re already too addicted

Are you happy with the pain your are inflicting?

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Angelus
Angelus
16:48 Apr 12 2011

the pain they cause is to themselves and, I've met few who like it.





 

Ballad Of A Cutter

15:53 Apr 12 2011
Times Read: 618




The first cut was only to make me feel alive

To make sure the blood wasn’t drying up in my veins on the inside

It’s not like it would matter anyway

I already marked the red X on my grave

Hollowed, Numb, and self insecure

The only friend I had was the razor in the drawer

I hated my life as I hated myself

But what do you care?

It’s me not you going through hell

So I sit here and I bleed

It’s the only thing that looks beautiful in my misery



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Angelus
Angelus
16:47 Apr 12 2011

...a curious piece to have before the next.





 

Rose

11:51 Apr 05 2011
Times Read: 639




Hi my name is Rose

I just turned the age of three

I was murdered on the night of June 24th

Because my father wanted to fuck my dead body

I think he suffers from Necrophilia

At least that’s what mommy said

But I know my daddy loves me

And we’ll be together again once he is dead

He walked inside my room

So I looked up under my covers and took a peak

He stood there holding a knife

I couldn’t say anything nor scream

He pulled my covers down and mutilated me

I tried calling for mommy

Oddly she didn’t hear a thing

I really love my dad

But he can’t get away with this

So I sent my spirit down from the heavens

And cut off his dick

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wolfie3
wolfie3
17:07 Apr 12 2011

makes me sick





 

The Poet, Mary Ella Elizabeth and the Letter

18:11 Apr 04 2011
Times Read: 641




There was a poet who had to write a letter

A love letter to be exact

He pondered on the right words to say

And hoped Mary Ella Elizabeth would write back

He poured his heart out on paper

And eagerly waited for a reply

Once he received her letter

He felt as if he may die

It’s not because of denial

But his heart felt so much shame

To be in love with a person

Who was already married to a man

Jealously soon took over

As he hurried to her Victorian home

The dark side took its embraced

He came inside alone

His breath coming fast and deep

He seized a knife and a gun

Shot her poor dear husband

And slit Mary Ella Elizabeth’s throat

He dropped down on his knees

And silently weeped to himself

Thought about what he has done

And ended his life himself


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wolfie3
wolfie3
17:49 Apr 14 2011

thats deep and twisted, i like :3








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