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crazy, devotion, murder, passion, woman, women,
Love went to the liquor store
She bought a bottle
Drank until the bottle was dry
Walked on over to the hardware store
Where there she bought a hunting knife
Love sliced open my chest
Her hands grasped my heart
She had a hearty meal
Dropping her knife
She walked away in the dark
Love stole my heart
addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,
The innocence is transfusing
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
dark, death, emotions, hate, loss, murder, sad love,
Growth yielded dying fiend,
Rancor malice abort bastard,
beautiful, death, horror, lost love, marriage, murder, mystery,
The Lady in red
awaits my arrival
The Lady in red
lays and waits
The Lady in red
never-more so beautiful
The Lady in red
Who is my newly wed
The Lady whose white dress covered in Red
is no more
life, love, murder, war,
murder, valentines day,
On Valentine's Day,
Cupid's arrow drips with blood.
What a macabre love
abuse, anger, angst, betrayal, break up, conflict, death, desire, grief, hate, heartbreak, hurt, husband, jealousy, love, lust, marriage, murder, pain,
A warm embrace
And a lingering touch.
Skin meets skin.
The rustling of sheets,
Fingers tangled in hair.
His lips against mine,
My lover and I.
The slam of a door
And my heart sinks.
Red of passion turns to red of rage.
A taste of copper on my tongue,
White sheets stained crimson
My own glassy eyes stare back.
You move on, you forget.
I watch, I wait.
I can never leave,
Silent screams echo,
Cherished memories tinged with red.
I watch, I wait.
Know that the cross you clutch so often
Will do you no good.
I'm watching, I'm waiting.
A beauty danced beneath pale moonlight,
While hypnotic song flurried on the breeze,
Distant, the voices tell of magic’s flight,
A heart is caught with such apparent ease,
And leads the self into its deathly plight.
A soul lies dying within grasping flame,
Confusion’s white heat burning at nerve tips,
Invisible fires bring the pain just the same,
The murderous hold a vice like grip,
And jealousy is her invidious name.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
adventure, death, devotion, fantasy, loss, lost love, love
In an intricately planned,
On his pillow
As she wept
With the blade
Shining in splendor
And ripe yet pungent
Swimming in the blood of her love.
murder, sad love,
Eavesdropping, not smart
A pile builds in the garden
The knife nicked his heart
cat, courage, creation, cute love, evil, life, murder,
He's a silent hunter,
with a murderous heart,
and he doesn't care,
what he tears apart,
he is very independant,
and cunning to,
and if your his prey,
then you are through,
he has a ravinish blood lust,
that he can't contain,
and if he don't kill,
he'll go insane,
he may seem like a sweet little kitty,
but trust me people,
he is witty,
don't let those purrs,
and cuddles fool,
he has many concealed weapons,
he'll use as a tool,
he has needle sharp teeth,
and 5 dagger claws,
on each and everyone,
of his cute little paws.
love hurts, murder,
Sparkling with sunlight
A steel blade drips of red blood
Lover's quarrel, done
devotion, love, mystery, passion, sad,
I am sunflower to you, great sun
I bloom for your presence
Without you I should wither and die,
but I would scorch beneath the brilliance of your gaze
Jessica Amanda Salmonson
depression, horror, life, lonely, murder, sad love, stars,
There is hidden in the night
a pretty madness
You can find her, you can hold her
in a dream of sullen sadness
As you sleep beneath the one remaining star.
You are bidden from some height
of petty feeling
To condemn her and to scold her
just to send your vengeance reeling
Then you wake no longer knowing who you are.
You'll be ridden of the light
You'll be stronger, you'll be bolder
You'll be leaping through the ceiling
When your mind's driven afar.
You are nothing, you are nil;
Of complaint you've had your fill
You have given up all will
To forgive, to love, to kill.
Dead Beat Heart
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Cold and lifeless
You laid there
Yet with a heart beating inside you-
You lay dead
As I roam the world dead
Covered in those roses
Now to kiss those cold lips
To let you leave
With my beating heart
As I live
With this dead one
The Assassin’s Love Affair
Neck thin, veined, soft
Curved sexually past the breast
The waistline lures handling
With sure fingers
Quietly the blade pinches her collar against her
Above the heart
The sweaty haired arm with its tattooed muscles
The bread is cut
The wine pours thick into the crystal
Of a panting, toothless mouth
The razor sharp condom
The quiet lover
Willie A. Buchanan
anger, betrayal, break up, evil, love hurts, murder,
I was caught in her web
of lies, deceit and murder.
For love I played the sap.
Like a fool I was gonna
take the rap!
business, father, for her, for him, god, heaven, life, murder, war, love,
some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc..
all are funny
and finally I do not understand
Where is He in all of this!?
Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.
beauty, crazy, evil, love, murder, psychological, vanity,
It's kind of romantic
how I can guide
you with my touch
alone, the way your
fingers twitch slightly when
I tap you gently.
My first marvellous creation.
It took me hours
to take you apart
and weld back together.
I am forever grateful
that you're the one.
Or I was, until
I saw my next victim.
life, murder, sad love,
The sharp point of life,
The tip of knife,
The smooth slide of the blade on the neck,
The flow of the blood.
In an unending flood,
The reddened hand,
Casually wiped with a tissue.
The soft breathing,
The cool touch of revolver,
The sharp click of the silencer.
Striding towards the end of the room,
A slight smile,
The coldness in the eyes,
The eerie hush,
The squeal of the tyres,
She opened the door put her bag in the backseat,
And shotgun she rode.
Flashed a quick smile at the driver.
“Did you finish the job sweetheart?’ he asked,
And she winked.
And without a backward glance drove on,
And .......... crashed.
depression, i love you, love, murder, pain, poems, poetry,
My love for you
May have been
Was it worth
death, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, sorry, teen, me, me, murder,
Sorry cant take back destruction
Sorry can't take back the lies
Sorry cant take the knife out your heart
I murder your feelings and what we started
Guilt is what I feel when I look in your eyes
After all the lies, rumors,stories you still love me
My crime makes me look at myself different
I don't know can I be the same person
you were the victim and I'm the killer
Evertime I have sometime good I destroy it
I murder your trust,love,passion for me
It's killing me more inside
It's making me want to take my own life
because I destroyed someone's else.
lost love, love, murder,
There are voices in my head;
They tell me who lives and who dies.
At my hand, everyone I meet could be dead.
I wish you could see this life through my eyes.
The voices are so loud, I follow through with what they say.
I am seen as a trustworthy man.
Wen I am done with my victims, I find a place where they should lay.
They never suspected my plan.
I only have one thing that is constant in my life.
And the voices want to take her away.
Every time I see her, I hold back the urge to grab my knife.
Away from me is where she should stay.
So, I've turned myself in.
Now, she won't suffer my sin.
Rhia Madison Thomer
angst, death, lost love
Mannequin, what do you see
through eyes that never close
as you stay trapped and imprisoned
the story you compose.
Of how easy you caught fire,
when he’d brought you to life
made you think you were real, little liar,
until he killed you with your knife.
Skin ripped open, heartstrings pulled;
falling, falling headfirst;
how easy plastic skin cooled
you satisfied his sadistic thirst.
Free from judgment he walks,
and no one knows what he did,
Can't hear it in the way he talks,
he keeps it so well hid.
Mannequin, mannequin what do you see
as you try to mend again
do you watch him walk free?
The Murderer of the Mannequin.
analogy, loss, love hurts, math, murder, words, yellow,
Any slide of litany,
and random errent currency,
the provision and providence,
and then ...
so then there's endangerment,
and the policemen,
then there's pinicle's of the ages of indifference,
they said in a small circular figure that this is not our place,
when it really is the only thing we love,
as a whole,
our favorites draw us in close,
yet we don't provide them with much,