Poetry Poetry Dump [May Be Slightly Triggering]

[Emmelyne]

No Season Like Winter
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One that holds up what bars me Without making them splinter In a manner that jarred me
Relishing in silence Oh so blissful Free of violence.. Oh so sinful.
The patters of the rain Help to abate the pain.
Yes, I am quite insane.
But In it, I see no shame.
In the cool night air Avec la beauté de la Mer.
It spreads throughout the land Turning over the hot sand.
As the thunder roars gloriously Makes me go through life Quotes a bit less laboriously.
Cutting through the air like a knife.
Cold nights staring at the moon Always ending a little too soon.
With birds singing outside. No reason to stay and hide.
A beautiful sunrise Followed by a beautiful sunset
One that chased away many cries Stopped my face from turning wet.
A beautiful, beautiful season.
One that gives me rhyme One that gives me the reason
Never fails to brighten the time.
-emmelynex

 

[Emmelyne]

F O U N D
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There are two different kinds of people.
The first are the ones that had been found.
The second, are those who are still lost.
They are lost, somewhere, they try to find their place, but where could it be?
They can’t see ahead at all, so they travel blind.
They can’t go back, they’ve already gone far away.
When does this road end?
No one knows.
They are just waiting to be found.
-emmelynex

 

[Emmelyne]

L O N E L Y
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I ask that you make me yours.
An escape from being so lonely.
A darkness my soul abhors.
It commands and /controls me.
I feel the insanity.
Wash over my corpse.
Need for a semblance of humanity.
I wonder if they ever felt remorse?
I beg of you with tears in my eyes.
Take me and make me one of you.
Fix the hole where my heart lies.
Wash away the ash and residue.
My heart; it aches and throbs.
As I watch what I can’t attain.
Through tears and sobs.
I look on in disdain.
All I ask for is attention.
Let me in.
Break this horrid perception.
Oh, it is rooted within.
I can only imagine why they ignore.
Am I, dare I say, a bore?
I think about how I am not enough.
As I think my mind grows rough.
I feel the silence.
Inside it the anguish I hide.
Screams of agony and violence.
Because I was always left behind.
I ask one last time.
Beg with all my life.
Let me inside.
Free me of strife.
Please..
-emmelynex

 

[Emmelyne]

V O I D
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As it sinks into eternal darkness…
I slowly fall into the abyss.
Of darkness…
Sinking ever and ever away from this planet.
The void is all but like a black hole.
Leading into nothing
Just like my mind
Just like a dance with a fair maiden that tore my heart and left me in the sorrowing dark forever so long….
It was she that lied about this love
And know it leaves me astray…
With nothing else to give
A void is a weird place ever-growing near…
It grasps my ankles and arms and slowly drags me in closer… I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t speak a single word….
It was taking over my mind like what she did.
S I N I S T E R.
W E A K.
D A R K N E S S.
L O N E L Y.
It converted my mind with…the most I could never want
But all is a V O I D.
That may never let me go.
-emmelynex

 

[Emmelyne]

This was something from one of my roleplays that I did. This is not my original work, but I do not have the original owners name. I think it would be great to add here. It just stands out to me and is perfect for introductions for a horror starter.
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"A monster is what they called me, for a creature is what they saw in me.
They screamed curses with their every word.
Only their fears and lies is that which I heard.
Their need to place blame was greater than their faith, only in my death would they ever feel safe.
A lifeless shell hanging from the noose - that was the future promised to me by those who let the true monsters run loose.
They gathered around and cheered at my demise; with laughter and celebration, they danced as the light left my cold eyes.
Life’s cruelest lesson had been taught.
“The demon had been slain!” Or so they thought.
Not a day had gone past before more blood was spilled.
They all thought that justice had been served, but in truth, an innocent man had been killed.
As I watched them from beyond my grave, I could feel my heart begin to change.
From a mere ghost of tragedy to that of a demon of insanity and rage.
There they stood, once more, accusing the innocent, and letting the truth go ignored.
If they wanted a monster to blame, there was none to be found.
So upon my grave, this oath I shall bound until the truth is found: Be they man, woman, children, or my very own brothers; I will torment those who let ignorance and bias decide the fate upon others.
The laws of man are broken and corrupt, so I shall become the embodiment of the demons upon which they construct.
Now I shall show them all a world in which they do not wish to exist.
For they have created me, the greatest of sadist.."
- Unknown.

 

[Emmelyne]

This is not poetry, more something I wrote of thinking mostly of enemies or Eninmen. Honestly, It's pretty graphics but I decided on one of my last works added to here before I open this up, to have a song that I made.
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“Have a sit Mrs. Wilkerson.”
“Thank you.”
“So what brings you in today?”
“Well Doc, I’ve been having some…strange thoughts lately….”
“Strange thoughts? Why don’t you tell me a bit about them to start?”
“Ok….”
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I’m a monster, I think my mind may be a bit bonkers I’m the type of girl the fathers warn about to their fatty lobsters [men on the computer] I’ll cut your head off, and that’s not even for a dollar take the body wrap it up dump it in some shallow water afterward I can’t be bothered to collect the dollar offer and my other stupid doctor offered me some beta blockers so I stalked him to the Walmart to the aisle with the saucers
it was awkward because I killed her with the Vince slap chop chopper...
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“Ok….Mrs. Wilkerson….how long have you been having these feelings?”
“Hold on a second bitch. I’m not done.”
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And I’m sleeping with my victims bodies, and my eyes are open an erection in their peckers when they’re strangled fighting choking and the stench of decomposing flesh and sight of bodies bloating makes me feel all warm and cozy, and and my head I start moping then my knife starts exploding, you may think I’m gross for craving on the rotten flesh, but it’s not really revolting and I like to keep some trophies, like some jewelry or some clothing
dance around the basement with it, singing, laughing, crying, joking
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“Mrs. Wilkerson…I must say I have never heard anything quite like this before.”
“Listen doc, if you interrupt me one more time you may end up that same way as the others.”
“I-I’m sorry…..please continue.”
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So I’m shaking while I do it and this next part just gets better but I may stretch out my knife for the purpose of its leather then I’ll take a head I severed and I put it on a sweatshirt after maybe five or seven I may find a match that’s better if I don’t then it’s whatever, but for all my rematch effort I’ll set the torso at the table, take some pictures for my letters then I’ll think of something clever to insert inside it’s header like:
"Hi Mom, never been better, basements great, loving the weather.”
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-emmelynex

 

[Emmelyne]

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[Kloudy]

This is not poetry, more something I wrote of thinking mostly of enemies or Eninmen. Honestly, It's pretty graphics but I decided on one of my last works added to here before I open this up, to have a song that I made.
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“Have a sit Mrs. Wilkerson.”
“Thank you.”
“So what brings you in today?”
“Well Doc, I’ve been having some…strange thoughts lately….”
“Strange thoughts? Why don’t you tell me a bit about them to start?”
“Ok….”
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I’m a monster, I think my mind may be a bit bonkers I’m the type of girl the fathers warn about to their fatty lobsters [men on the computer] I’ll cut your head off, and that’s not even for a dollar take the body wrap it up dump it in some shallow water afterward I can’t be bothered to collect the dollar offer and my other stupid doctor offered me some beta blockers so I stalked him to the Walmart to the aisle with the saucers
it was awkward because I killed her with the Vince slap chop chopper...
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“Ok….Mrs. Wilkerson….how long have you been having these feelings?”
“Hold on a second bitch. I’m not done.”
--------------------------------⁂------------------------------
And I’m sleeping with my victims bodies, and my eyes are open an erection in their peckers when they’re strangled fighting choking and the stench of decomposing flesh and sight of bodies bloating makes me feel all warm and cozy, and and my head I start moping then my knife starts exploding, you may think I’m gross for craving on the rotten flesh, but it’s not really revolting and I like to keep some trophies, like some jewelry or some clothing
dance around the basement with it, singing, laughing, crying, joking
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“Mrs. Wilkerson…I must say I have never heard anything quite like this before.”
“Listen doc, if you interrupt me one more time you may end up that same way as the others.”
“I-I’m sorry…..please continue.”
--------------------------------⁂------------------------------
So I’m shaking while I do it and this next part just gets better but I may stretch out my knife for the purpose of its leather then I’ll take a head I severed and I put it on a sweatshirt after maybe five or seven I may find a match that’s better if I don’t then it’s whatever, but for all my rematch effort I’ll set the torso at the table, take some pictures for my letters then I’ll think of something clever to insert inside it’s header like:
"Hi Mom, never been better, basements great, loving the weather.”
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-emmelynex

[I absolutely loved this one, mainly because I picture this in a rap-song format and the internal rhyming is really good. Plus the storytelling is impressive enough as it is without the lyrical talent. It's like you've written the script to an entire professional song!]