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Candra Creviston Feb 2020
You're one I can never forget a sin,
I commit over and over again.
Like a sweet addiction on my breathe,
A craving I can't resist.

You're one regret I love to taste,
your substance abuse.
Drunkenness and naked in your glory,
Oh God give me one last drink.

You're a mistake a type of adultery,
That brings me pleasure.
I would choose you as my drug,
****** injected in my veins.

I keep wanting more even after I swallowed the bitterness.
The taste of methadone as it dissolves on your tongue.
The best mistake I made is your regret a taste I can never forget.
Candy81 © 3 days ago, Candra Creviston    pain • rhyme • love • sad • death  
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  Bury me alive

It's cold down here, no one
can hear me.
I know you are there, I smell
your foulness.

Is there a reason, you're here,
why are you just standing there?
It's wet and moist down here,
where am I, where have you taken me?

I'm "alive, please" "sweetheart, don't" bury me.
It's wet down here I can't breathe, help me!
I need "water, there's" a pungent taste and its hard swallow.

"No, "sweetheart" I didn't
do anything, that's not me laughing.
You can trust me just let me out,
so I can kiss you again.
It should be you down here,
you pathetic cry baby.

Bury me alive, I still will not die
I will haunt you awake or dreaming.
Dig my grave 6 feet deep and
I still will claw my way out of here.
They will find us in my grave with a suicide note you wrote.



Candy81
Candra Creviston    death • pain • love • sad • nature
Candy81
Song prompt
https://youtu.be/ExTWRaJlWEs
Akhil Bhadwal Jan 2020
ITs mind is like a maze
Filled with chaotic, nuisance, ****** haze
Every sin and curse and the 7 deadly sins, submit
Soon you'll float too there

Hate and rejection is what IT feels like
Fear is the fuel that IT needs all the time,
So being brave is foolishness for IT, submit,
And soon you'll float there too

Love is what IT isn't all about
That fear for IT is the courage for us all,
Living in peace is what IT doesn't know, believe and learn
To let everything go
If you don't what this is all about...I'm extremely terrified
lex hughes Jan 2020
the greatest liberty of all.
it is an honor to be called to action.

she helped her parents and siblings first
they didn't understand initially, but that was okay
out on the front lawn they sat
a message of freedom they relay

she made the house look clean and tidy
put the flag out on the lawn
everyone dressed in their best

she was going out to join them
when the tv flashed again
it was a hoax. we apologize for the confusion.

confused at first
then she understood
that's just what the enemy wants us to think
it is an honor to be called to action.

it is an honor to be called to action.

it is an honor to be called to action.
inspired by this video on youtube: https://youtu.be/3c66w6fVqOI
Annie Jan 2020
Constantly staring at me
From my half open bedroom door

Intoxicating my brain
Says, it’ll stay, evermore

A ghost, it’s a lost soul
More weak, less scary

Watching me as I grow
All old and weary

My invariable company
Infiltrating my ‘lonely’

Says it won’t harm
Only here to watch me as I sleep

It holds me not to let go
Not to hurt, but to caress

When all the people leave
And I crave the bitter sweetness
Prossnip42 Jan 2020
Please don't scare me papa, i am but a humble man.  Why my end had to be an axe, i don't understand. A decent life and a beautiful wife, never lived in dread.Until you papa came that night and slaughtered us in bed.
Please don't scare me papa, me or my mistress too.Wound up with a hatchet to the temple, and it is all thanks to you.Later on my mistress thought that i was you.Though i may have been a bit odd dear papa, i wouldn't be such a fool.
Please don't scare me papa, i ain't got no grief with you.Just a pregnant woman you tried to slay, but you failed to do.
Oh please don't scare us papa, New Orleans is wide awake.That night you wanted Jazz to play, is that what it will take?Well then that dreary night, no one will be in their beds.So swing to the music dear papa, instead of swinging heads.
Raven Jan 2020
Wrists so thin they could snap,
merely a skeleton covered in skin.
Fed by words she lives on,
hiding in the shadows.

A slender figure
following my every step.
Empty eyes staring at me
piercing through my skin.

The cold radiates from her body
making me shiver.
The smell of disease
invading my senses.

I look at my shadow
as it is changing it's form
morphing into her,
my heart starts racing.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Run for the hills
Here comes Lorena Bobbitt
Don't stick out your neck
Don't shop until it drops
Just call yourself a taxi
And she just might
Pass you by

"I'm a taxi..."
I'm an addict now. Yet another in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
atptla Jan 2020
Long are the nights now
When dreams are no longer kind
Through air prowls the imminence of death
Soaks my soul, the mirth has gone
In my weariness all seem dull
Nothing to feel or imagine
Still hearing her voice, my hearse
Bedimming the memories left behind
In the moment of despair
A haunting melody pours from my lips
And fades into lurking darkness
Carving out my eyes to see
The secrets behind the shattered drapery
A journey through the lands of nihil
I've been here before
atptla Jan 2020
An idle cry echoes through the void
As silhouettes root away my thoughts
Ominous whispers louden, killing the peace
Leaving no solace behind
Confined to a long-lost hope
Seeking the forlorn smile
Yet, drowning within my own breath
Above my head, dwells a hungry ghost
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