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My Past is Presently FutureMy mind swims in vitriol
Corrosive thoughts form burnt offerings
Decayed and deconstructed pieces of my soul
Presented in black wrapping and blood colored bows
I backstroke through the ash, choking on smoke
Floating in the void between losing and loss

The beginning and end
The who
The what
The why, where and when
Lost in the poisoned hallways
The byways
The highways
The lostways of what I was then

I will wander here in wonder of what I became
Never saying goodbye to the old me, my hated friend
A weak, sad reminder of what I could have been
You see, when you say goodbye you must mean it
Else, you'll be saying hello again be

The Devil In HimHe speaks in tongues…
linguistically lavish words of love
the devil lives behind his lips
insinuating its way into my mind
with intriguing lies that only evil can find

Breath like fire upon my brow…
issues from his mouth
like a dragon of old
hot steaming language
and I melt in the heat of him

he is my sun
I'm as soft as butter under his thumb

The devil lives in his mouth…
singing the sweet serenades of love
entrancing and beguiling
until there is nothing left
nothing but his words, his eyes
and I am lost in love with him

Stitchesthrough the eye of a needle
our veins are threaded
lines made of tendons twined
we begin stitching
joining our minds, souls and bodies
each loop is sewn tight
we become less duplicitous
merging into a singular being
so that the I of us no longer exists
no living being can break our bonds
these ties that bind us

what if you decided to break from me
to tear away
rending those careful stitches we've made
would I die without you
perish from the pain
bleeding out from the holes left by you
those endless abysses
where heart and soul once dwelled
these are questions I hope I never know
alas, I can still answer them with a reso

These EyesI want to burn acid holes in my memory-
my own eyes betrayed me,
looked at what they should not see…
The shell of what used to be,
it haunts now…
defiling my sacred memories.

I want to rage until the gods tremble before me-
until they beg to give back what they stole.

Yet, I sit impotent in my fury-
fists clenched…
until blood drips from crescent moons,
until neon-red smiles mark my palms,
branding them with the stigma of my pain.
Agony that burns so bright,
it glares with insanity…
searing wretched tears from anguished blind eyes.

Maybe someday…
they will see through the pain,
these eyes.
Again gli

Sweet DreamsI dream, those sweet killing dreams…
where blades cut through innocence,
and I watch the elastic flaps of flesh snap back-
creating beautiful, red, gaping wounds.
Grinning like the mouth of a waterfall-
a deluge of crimson rushes forth,
from the slit of a smile I sliced into skin.
Delicious dreams of killing sprees,
where the only survivor is me,
and finally the world is quiet, serene.
Nightly adventures into masochistic extremes,
ripping the ripening lies out of screaming mouths…
yanking out their torturous tongues of deceit.
Oh, how I love to sleep…
to let my conscious die for awhile,
and dream… my sweet

ElementalYour evil is elemental,
purely, solely detrimental.
and I relish the moments,
when essential wickedness births hate-
it's beauty I watch you create…
sprouting maliciousness,
spewing it forth -
from the dirt of your malformed heart .

Your evil is elemental,
internally, eternally transcendental.
It flows-
menstruating from stagnant pools ,
like water in drowning lungs.
Crystalline death,
pure, clear, airless breath.

Your evil is elemental,
fervently, rousingly incremental.
It burns-
holes of loving hatred into my soul,
provoking infernos behind eyes that glow.
Stoking, stroking my fires-
because you already

Fall From GraceHer wings are broken,
bloody and torn.
Falling from grace,
landing hard in disgrace.
She curls in upon herself…
the tears of a goddess run down her face,
shining evidence of her fading divinity.
She defied the blessed trinity,
denied a god…
all for the sake of her devilish affinity.
You see, she loved Lucifer,
followed his lead, listened to her heart…
now she bleeds,
mourning her faded divinity.

Inner PeaceSkeletal fingers creep across my spine
Playing their xylophone lullabies
Deep inside my mind

Dead men stare with marble eyes
Glassy and cold with tears unshed
While their forget-me-nots
Slip whisper soft, breathless
From frozen lips

Decayed women dance on bone tipped toe
Humming still-born songs
Full of untold woe
They dance their funeral dance
With heads hung low

And I sway here
Stay here
In this land of the dead
In the warm safe blackness
Inside my own head
Listening to the xylophone melodies
Played by the dead

Nightmare NannyCome little children…
don't say a word,
follow my lead blindly-
let me show you my world.

Untold horrors await…
come on sweet babies,
let us not be late-
for the demons sleep at sunrise, and they will not wait.

Go to sleep now,
close your tiny innocent eyes,
I can't wait to show you my surprise-
inside your dreams, my monsters do rise.

Nightmare nanny loves your fear…
I eagerly wait to taste your tears,
feeding my darkness, my grin is sincere-
trapping your souls inside my dream sphere.

Come little children…
all will be hell,
once you drink from my poison well-
I can show you where true evil dwells.

R

Poetic TherapyLife eats it way into me,
as I become pregnant with terror.
Fanged hopes and clawed dreams…
attacking from the womb of broken promises,
sorrow leaks from weeping wounds,
while the cries of fetal futility mewl mournful tunes.
It is a world of burnt offering we are born into…
with edges crisped and souls cooked through,
and in our desperation of isolation we find solace,
peace in whispered soliloquies,
internal conversations we dub art, poetry.
When in reality it is but well worded emotional vomit.
The bile of our psyche…
voiced in black and white-
With scratching quills and red-tinged ink,
we etch our pain into th

Imaginary EvilsMy stomach churns…
devilish green monsters eat at me.
They gnaw at my guts,
whispering evil secrets in my ears:

He has another…
Cheat! He cheats!
Moron…
Trusting moron…

I fight them-
ragged tooth to jagged nail,
but still they devour me…
driving my jealous insanity.

I search for clues,
things that are not there,
feeding my internal well of despair.
So… I will spend another night
locked within the phantoms of an imagined affair

Living Dead...it seeps
creeping into me
acidic vapor absorbed through skin
corrosive
it eats
chewing with teeth dripping flames
my soul smokes
fire from blackened holes
like dead eyes
empty places
where light no longer reaches
it is only now that I see
what slow poison life can be
burning
until there is nothing left of me
just an empty shell
void of what I used to be

In the DesertI am destitute
At a loss in a land of the lost
Crying into these empty pockets of emotion
Dry tears that tear at the fabric of reality
Screaming silently at the unfortunate misfortunes
Mouth wide and bereft of love, of life
I will die here
Rotting in the bone-bleaching glare
That fiery stare
Of the judging sun in the desert of despair
I will sigh at the release
No one left to please
Nothing left
Nothing but the carrion creatures who will devour me

Ms. Fix-ItAnother bliss filled day…
spent in the sweet knowledge of your demise.
No more do you haunt from the dark corners,
never again will you effect my mind.

I killed you for the past we shared,
those drunken nights, and fist fights.
Memories I just couldn't shake,
they had the cellophane cling of bad mistakes.

I looked into your eyes the night you died,
saw everything you ever did,
reflected in sky colored pride,
the pain, the love; sad those eyes still lied.

Deceiving right to the bitter end,
too late my past,
those eyes will never lie again.
They sit on my dresser framed in an 8x10.

I kept small pieces of you arranged in st

Silence Says You Love MeIt is in the quiet moments,
that the silent symphonies of love sing…
In a touch-
a look with longing eyes,
the sweet kiss that speaks,
whispering "I will miss you" onto soft lips…
You see there are no words,
no linguistic gymnastics,
no simple sound that can express true devotion.
It is in the action,
in the brush of fingertips across soft skin,
the fluttering of a heartbeat,
and in the sigh of contented airs…
Love lives in these quiet moments,
hushed but singing just the same,
because with every breath I say your name,
whispered silently into the well of love…

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under a life of despair
there is no hope
no saints
no saviors
nothing to dig your nails into
no way to save yourself
from the well of your own thoughts
you drown
you rot
decaying bit by hopeless little bit
while pity takes sharp bites from your will
making that hope to die an imperative drive
not in some cowardly way
no not that
in a spectacular denial
an implosion of pain
impaling your betraying heart
skewering out that empty vault
slashing it from your heaving chest
ripping it bare fisted from your breast
to hold it out for the one you love
in a last effort to give all you've got left
a dripping gore gift
empty exce

Never Again

have you forgotten
slumped there
needles in your arms
pupils dilated into black holes
sucking at my soul
like onyx glimmers from dead granite
blank eyes stare
your veins drip poison
while drool slips from your lips
I remember you said never again
you said it with conviction
my changed man
I knew what you knew
your demon, my bane
I drink my coffee
black as your eyes
watching to make sure
your chest will still rise
your heart still beats
even if it is not for me
I am no longer the fix you need

Eternallysilent
be still
shut the door on all that is real
close your eyes
let imagination run free
only then can you see how i see
the nightmares of old
that dance through my head
like gypsies of yore that spoke to the dead

come close
stay still
i will show how darkness is milled
deep inside a dead heart beats
in this pulse flows the abyss you seek
a river, an ominous deluge of pain
waiting just for you to take its' reins
to take control
to ride those waves of agony
and come out clean, a perfect form of insanity

leave
go far from me
it is not healthy to see how i see
go now, run fast
leave me to pulse in hopeless insanity
lea

Until the Light Returns

black mixes with red
creating that deadly whirlwind again
i close my eyes
giving myself over to chaos
that sweet mix of hate and apathy

pulling the triggers
firing the neurons
flipping those blessed little switches
the toggles that turn it all achromatic
so i can let the warm scarlet fly
willing it to pump out in neon arcs

i will bleed upon this colorless creation
in warm, wet splashes of life
in denial of this spirit
i will bleed
until the light returns
i will hemorrhage hate
spew forth rage

in the end
i will paint it all
in a hot crimson denial of life
in the end
that light never recurs
it was always a fleetingly

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by *TwistedAnger, Jun 21, 2011, 1:06:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

She resides in the realm of regrets…
where every memory screams blame-
shame, she glows with it,
shining like a beacon of self-hate.

She swims in the sea of despair…
waves of hopelessness wash over her-
she has become a true pain connoisseur,
for she drowns in it, choking down agony.

She dances in the land of the dead…
pretty pirouettes spinning in her head-
she is dizzy with stillborn insanity,
quietly raging at a loss she cannot see.

She lives in the state of lunacy…
now she sees the devil in the fallacy-
what an enormous lie love can be,
open are her eyes, and it's a trickster she sees.

Now, she bathes in the blood of men…
wicked, hurtful they tricked her again-
she loved and lost her mind,
in her heart, it is death they will find.

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~DarkestCornersLIT Sep 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

hi there

your wonderful piece has been featured in the latest issue of DCL Darkest Corners Lit 15- Horror Lit
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*TwistedAnger Sep 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much for the honor

~DarkestCornersLIT Sep 7, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

you're welcome

*Patrick2011 Jul 22, 2011

i love the way you describe her feelings in this , amazing work my friend

*TwistedAnger Jul 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you very much...

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you are welcome

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*TwistedAnger Jun 26, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

it's like to fabulous and rabbit came together and made a word baby!!

~misery-business93 Jun 25, 2011

This is really good.
She is so hurt and so self loathing that the only way she can deal with it is to project it on to others and in this case I think men might have been the ones to cause this self loathing and pain, it's only natural she feels the need to do the same to them.

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