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Shes a psychopath a black widow spider.
Draining her men like apple cider.
Strangling her lovers.
Underneath the covers.
She's homicidal.
And Jack the ripper is her idol.
She keeps it clean.
The crime scene.
Never getting caught.

Inside a gargolye wagon
Lives a baby dragon
In the corner where he lies
He shown his big blue eyes
Tiny tail he wags
Next to his identification tags
Big paws and floppy ears
Within the years
Needing a home soon

A prince.
Sitting on the fence.
Gazing upon the stars.
By the passing cars.
Pondering where his love be.
What happen to he.
It's late.
He's suppose to be by the gate.
He hears a noise.
From a distant voice.
John! It's Marcus.
I've become the darkness.
Embrace me my love hold me.
I have the key.
To immortality.
Kiss me.
Let's be one in the abyss.
Embrace me the darkness.
They kiss.
Becoming one in the darkness..

Magick light.
In the darkest of night .
Candles burning .
Souls yearning .
Herbs dolls .
Mirrors and energy balls .
A ritual in the full moon .
I'm coming home soon.

Where else would I be.
In my Sweet dark symphony.
Playing the cords.
With rhythm and discord.

A sadistic bunny.
All giggling and being funny.
Roamed in the grass.
Looking for someone to harass.
With it's picnic basket.
A gasket.
And eggs.
With his legs.
He bounces.
With every ounce.
Of his body.
To his next victim I mean customer.

Dark princess in her black tower.
With all her might and power.
Leads an army into victory.
A great hero she can be.
Great power from HE .
Like a black rose .
Her power grows .
She's the army of darkness
Inside .

He fills the empty holes.
For the darkest of souls.
Guiding them into darkness.
And into the abyss.

He leads them hand by hand
Unto the under land
And through the sand

Protecting their freedoms and rights
Through the distant lights

In the darkness she smiles.
Walking several miles.
She see red glowing eyes.
With a surprise.
Joyfully she accepts.
Taking a few extra steps.
A basket of goodies.
And red hoodies.
She eats away.
Excited about today.
She heads back.
With a sack.
It's quiet like a mouse.
In her house.
When she lays
Dreaming of her dark prince with red glowing eyes.

I'm lurking.
Watching skeletons Spinning and twerking.
up and in the air they go.
Hitting the beats with rhythm and flow.
Freestyling masters hitting it fast then slow.

In this moment I'm bewitch.
On the ridge.
Watching them break dance on the bridge.

In the forest a young wolf plays.
Enjoying his days.
With innocences and daze.
In the leaves he lays.

He feels free.
To roam where ever he wants to be.
Life is an adventure for he.
Plenty of places to see.


In the trees and in the stream.
What will life bring.
For this wolf pup.

Friendship is rose.
It's beauty grows.
With rhyme of the heart it flows.
Love and fate glitters and shows.
Through each season it knows.
How to impact each emotion.

Dancing with glee.
Here something about he.
A Occult superstar like Crowley 93.
Love is the law live under it.
Do what seems fit.
A creator of his own universe.
He immerse.
Into the La Joya beach.
Where he likes to teach.
About freedom and embracing.
Awhile roaming and pacing..
He enjoys life.
And how to strife.

Yesterday, I got a cool dark Vader tee spirit. It suits my dark nature.

Hells a great place
For a barbecue.
And I'm delighted
That Your all invited.
Ribs and potato salad.
And an 80's balled.
Oh my.
And apple pie
So take a seat.
Pull up your feet.
Enjoy the fire.
Please admire.
Hells barbecue.

My words are like crows
Dark rhymes which rolls.
Fill in the empty holes.
Impact all the dark souls.

Shot up the daggers .
Bring out the taggers .
Awaken the staggers .


Opens up your thoughts .
Undoing the knots .
Like gun shots.

Bitches wearing britches.
Needing riches.
Glamour superiority.
Getting special treatment and sorority.
Just a wink of Their devilish eyes.
They get all the nice guys.
Fast cars in the psalm of their hands.

Dark Vader.
A powerful sadistic invader.
Ruled with his fellow crusader.
Over all the death stars.
By trying to Justify his emotional scars.
By Hiding his fragile state.
With intense hate.

If he can rule over all creation like a God.
With a rod
He will surely be at peace
Once His low esteem increase

Just like Phantom of the Opera your fantasy will unwind.
Let it possess you take over your mind.
See what it brings.
When it opens up your dreams.
Let it take you for a ride.
Embrace it let it hide.
Inside of you.
Let the fantasies be true.
Unlock the mysterious.
Inside your mind.

It midnight.
A full moon tonight.
You can hear the beast.
His looking to feast.
Looking for a snack.
To bounce and attack.

His odor like decomposed litter.
Swinging and flittering.
His hair curly and matted
Swimming in lake Platte.

Goddess of love and self esteem.
In my dream.
You are near a gorgeous stream.
Right above a realistic sunbeam.

Holding me encouraging me.
Opening my eyes to see.
Where else would I be.
Without you near me.

Hekate..
With Magick in your eyes.
Where the moon raise.
Full of beauty with mysterious surprise.
Up away towards the skies.

His like Nostradamus in his Magick spells..
Which he foretells.
With charm and sea shells.
Whistles and bells.

Ties a knot.
With intense thought.
Putting two lovers together.
Helping them love one another.

He can see .
where you will be.
With his Magick touch.
Blessed be

Shout out from the grave..
Merry Christmas Vampire rave..

Krampus a bad boy of Christmas tide.
Comes out to hide .
Under the chimney inside the walls.
Directly at the shopping malls.
Lurking in the cookie jar.
Or lurking at a bar.
And like st.nick he stalks too.

Mary..
Loves the cementry..
And wonderful things it stores and carry..
She loved the small hills and prairie..
Tombstone's and things burry..

Mary Mary Mary..
Loves the cementry..

Communicates with the dead..
Spirits with in her head..
Heart and soul and in her bed..
In the color red..


Mary Mary Mary..
Loves the cementry..

She finds hope..
In it she can cope ..
Over the hills and slope..
Fence and rope..


Mary Mary Mary
Loves the cementry

Omg! zombies allure..
Showing at my door..
All deformed and discomposed..
Open and exposed..
right out of the blue..
What the hell am I going to do..
I'm feeling scared and panic..
I need to head up to the attic..

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LifeByDeath
19:54 Dec 24 2022

That one is good,

Love your poems

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JoyOFsatan
20:18 Dec 24 2022

Thank you.

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I feel Like a kite..
flying right.
Up up and away I go.
With perfect flow .
Towards the window .
Of my soul .
Unto the flag pole.
showing great pride.
With a free ride.
Up and in the sky.
I feel high.
Conquering life.

Through the sweet Christmas lullaby.
He begins to cry.
With joy.
Memories of him being little boy.
Presents under the tree.
A delight sight for all to see.
Nothing can bring his happiness down.
Especially having family around.

Flashbacks.
Of the attack.
On auto play.
Looking for a safe place to lay.
Scared enraged.
Bottled up in a cage.
Life is a slippery slope.
And she's trying to cope.

Amanda is in love with dark.
At midnight she's at the park.
Enjoying it's mystery it's surprise.
You can see it in her eyes.
The darkness ..

Underneath a wet mangled mat.
Is A dog and cat.
Who's Keeping each other warm.
In the winter storm.
Both lost their homes due to the hurricane.
They both are in great pain.
And in despair.
There hair.
Matted and soaked.
Crying with their paws.
And yelling with their jaws.

Eventually they get rescued and have a family of their own.

Let's take a ride..
On the dark side.
So put on your Nike...
Shoes and explore your psyche..
And embrace your inner beast..

Darkness coveres the land.
When we walk hand in hand.
Across the sand..
Creatures of the night. We stand.
Together , we are one ..

I walk the rainbow path...
With pride...
On my side...
I will boast and brag..
Hail to the flag...
Love and community..
With perfect unity...

There something you should know.
About Marilyn Monroe.
That her beauty shines through her brokenness.
She's been through the darkness.
The flames and fire.
Just be loved and admire.
No matter how many times she falls.
She crawls out of the prison walls.
I love her for her talents and ability.
Personality and humility.
She's a star one of a kind.
A quality hard to find.

Fellow vampire ravers.

Journalists and creators.

raise up and stand.

Like a marching band.

Future is ours..

Let take charge...

In complete unity..

Full of opportunity..

Raise a flag raise it up high..

Like a Phoenix in the sky..

Did you know...
That Long ago. ..
Wiccans were put to death..
for a belief..
Covered in pain and grief..
The discrimination..
Ignorant nation..
Burning and fire..
Stakes and twisted desire..
Blood thirsty over a scripture..

Support...
Is like a fort...
That Protects mental health..
By Moving in great stealth..
A tourniquet for the abuse..
And those who formally use..
A spiritual guide ..
That's by your side ..
A tissue for your tears...
And blanket for your tears..
It's a 12 step program in your direction..
Giving you a loving connection...

Poem is an art
Directly from the heart...
Others don't understand...
Firsthand...
How much work goes...
To make it flow...
To make it come alive....
To have it thrive...

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GreyDragon
16:46 Dec 22 2022

Writing is an art form.

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Howling in the moonlight..
Spirits at midnight..
Give you scare give you fright.
Better turn on the light...
To fight off the night..

Long ago when dragons flew...
In the sky so beautiful so blue..
When chivalry existed..
When everyone was strong and persisted...
And noble knights at the round table...


Long ago when dragons flew..

In the sky so beautiful so blue...
You knew..
Everyone in the community...
And Conversations over tea...
Was a thing..
Bell towers would ring..

Long ago when dragons flew...
In the sky so beautiful so blue.

Queen of damnation...
Leader of the creation...
Of the fallen vampires..
Building multi empires...
as above so below..
Did you know..
They shall reign kings and queens
Of earth one day.

She gets her fix..
Listening to Stevie Nicks..
Pondering the seven wonders..
She has hundreds...
Of songs..
To justify her wrongs..
Rhiannon comes out her lips..
Moving her hips...

Elizabeth Bathory Queen of bloodlust...
Doing what she must...
Vampire of slaughter...
Drinking blood like water..

You say I'm not moral..
So what!..
I'm immoral..
So what...
I don't dress like you...
So what!..
I will do ..
WHAT I WANT...
So what!...
I don't pray..
To your God..
I'm dark and grey ..
So what!...
I don't follow your golden rule..
So what!..
I'm a rebellious fool..
So what!...

vlad the impaler...
leads an nation...
With pure determination...
Defending ...
And contending..
The Queens and kings ..
With Revenge and justice he brings..
With bloodlust..
Sending his enemies to the dust..

Birds come out and play..
Enjoying the day..
And memories of yesterday..
A beautiful display...

In a Rivers stream...
With sunlight beam...
And Joyful gleam...
with Summer's dream...
A Scent of coconut cream...

Job verse 10:1....verse was used in ghost spillway video at the beginning.
. If you don't let go of the pain and torment it will spill out in a bad way like self harming. I suffer from cutting and trying to stay clean. So this song speaks to me.
I don't want to follow a higher power who plays games and allows pain and torment like Job. I refuse to bow down.

I love the song spillways from Ghost. The song referred to Job. Job went through some f&cked up sh$t. Betrayed by someone in higher positions that he loved. Toys with emotional, mentally abused.
Ghost are not Christians and either am I. I just love the song and the references.

was at the bay ...
Today...
The beauty blew me away..
Life may be dark and grey..
With chaos and dismay..
Things outweigh....
The good, bad and decay...
But I know things will be ok..

When I was young I was molested by different family members. Then used and raped by someone I trusted.
For a short period of time, I was homeless and kicked out and humiliated at mc.donalds. I was encountered by different men trying to get me go home with them or in their cars. Some guy tired to rape me at a park. I almost was trafficked by two guys. I managed to escape. These encounters I experienced made me the horrible person I am today. Angry bitter and consistly wanting revenge. I want love but when I get it I abuse it. Maybe I don't know how to love.
I keep hidden cause I'm ashamed and scared. When someone tries to be my friend I vanish. I make friends just to steal their energy.

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XAngelicCharkaX
05:06 Dec 20 2022

me and my family kick peoples assess who try to pick up women like that last fireworks a woman almost got rapped into a Van and we kicked his ass until the cops got there this happened last year 4th of july

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JoyOFsatan
05:07 Dec 20 2022

That's great
Wish there are more people like that

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XAngelicCharkaX
05:12 Dec 20 2022

Sadly there's only a few of us left that are real good people out there.
I had Meijer watch me drop dead and no one did anything, so I returned the favor helping save one women I got light headed out of know where I ghosted its not the only time I ghosted but I'm better now though that was 2018

I wish I where there to save you.
I really do I'm just letting you know I'm a really good person to help look out for people even if I dont know them as long as they are kind that's all that matters.

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ThanaNight
05:13 Dec 20 2022

Those of us are good at wearing a mask, then letting the demons we carry come out. Sometimes they're useful in cases when people look at us as weak or easy prey.

I have a list that seems to get longer of those people.

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XAngelicCharkaX
05:17 Dec 20 2022

sometimes you got to be brave and fight back like the warriors blade and give them hell!.
They deserve too! it's only right that you stand up for you're self.
You gotta throw a few punches in lifes like those ones.
Sae you're self you you're self is in fact important.

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XAngelicCharkaX
05:18 Dec 20 2022

Save not sae sorry typo.

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I appreciate all those who read my poems. Thank you.

With wars..
And close doors...
Earth needs a hug.

Superficial...
And lack of true potential..
Earth needs a hug...

Starvation. .
Gloomy nation...
Earth needs a hug..

The werewolf's solitude...
With hair fangs and all...
Standing tall...
With shame, regret and guilt..
For what it built..
An empire..
On selfish desire..
Pain torment of others..
Hating another..

.....I'm the werewolf in this poem I wrote. I've done things I regret and shamefully did.
This isn't attacked on the werewolf community. Just a fictional poem about me. I hope I didn't trigger anyone.

It all happen when I rode the subway...
Thoughts were racing that day...
And the world seem dark and grey..
Flames can be seen mile away...
But I'm hoping today...
Things will be okay...
In this dark display....

Her innocence stolen at a young age
Forced to smile like she's on stage
Holding all her rage
Inside a cage

Trying to mentally numb the thoughts
Running wild like gunshots.
Forced to clean the blood spots
Of her soul

Having to walk inside hell's gate
Enduring all the bullying and hate
Alot of weight
On her plate
For her

I admire
Those who walked through the fire...
With voices in a choir...
And strength of motivation and desire...

Those who were at the bottom of the chain..
Who suffered through hell and pain..
Managed to win the game..
Of life...

Negative words are like knifes
Affecting our lives

Writing is my personal savior..
Brings different emotional behavior..
It's my golden calf...
When I need to laugh..
It's my tissues
When facing issues

Everyone wants to be needed
Especially when things become heated
Doesn't make you conceded

Famous people with mental illness...

Abraham Lincoln...

Ludwig van Beethoven..


Vincent Van Gogh...

Isaac Newton...

Ernest Hemingway...

Michelangelo...

Winston Churchill....

Charles Dickens...

I need someone hold me tight
Keep me warm at night
To let me know everything will be alright
To encourage me with insight
To be my light
My candle in the night

I suffer through major depression and p.s.t.d so I'm consistently fighting and battling life. Through the nightmares I let not affect me.

The hardest thing to do is ask for help.

Something we all can agree on is that hugging is healing.

Hugging with sincerity
Is charity
Comfort feeling
Is healing

Million of beliefs but yet yours is right
Why should I believe yours. We're not even tight
Guess what the world full of sinners and you are one too
So when you preach on west avenue
Please Look in the mirror

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ReaperSoulMate
16:38 Dec 16 2022

I really wish people did look in the mirror quite often.

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JoyOFsatan
16:43 Dec 16 2022

Yup

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Deep in my soul I'm evil
The things I did
Will bring wow to anyone ears
Like a snake
I crawl twist and sneak

I'm a psi vampyre that needs energy from others. I try through all sorts of ways. I am evil in way, where I will feed on people's emotions. I like to stir the pot and just vanish. I can not fly, turn people or like sleeping in coffins.
I sunburn easily, so I prefer the night .
I can't be tied down with rules, relationships and social parties.

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GreyDragon
04:38 Dec 16 2022

Yes, feeding off people's emotions is a thing around this site...lol

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JoyOFsatan
16:43 Dec 16 2022

I feed in real life.

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ThanaNight
22:54 Dec 16 2022

That's good. Nature walks, crowds, and protests, all have a purpose.

I love Walmart around the first...lol

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There is a difference between vampire and vampyre. A vampire is Hollywood non fiction fantasy based creature. Vampyre is a real human, that needs energy or blood to survive. They can't fly, live forever or anything Hollywood thought of. If I angered anyone with my poem about vampires I'm sorry it was fantasy like twilight.

She needs to feed
Blood is what she needs
Screaming from her veins
Starving pains
Like cocaine
Addictive pleasurable and escaping

The media is afraid of those who are different..
And make them out to be side shows.

I go the extra miles
To write different Styles
Just to see the smiles

She uses darkness to soothe her soul. A muse when the world attacks her for being different.

Our souls really want to be loved.

My soul feels like a razor to the skin

Words can inject us
Like a needle to a vein.
So be careful what you
Say.

I suffer from haunting memories(pstd) . It's a movie projection that shots venom to my emotional state. That's always on auto play.

Mary
Who's non binary
Doesn't want to be label a he or she
Simply wants to be free
To be themselves. To be loved and adored
Not misunderstood or ignored
So! Please use the proper pronouns
When meeting in the public grounds
Name isn't a person
A soul is

I love animals more then people. They have an unconditional love that humans don't. For some humans, love is fixed on outer attraction.

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LadySylvania
23:59 Dec 16 2022

so true

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I have to accept that I'm an evil bitch and I have to let my inner evil out. The More I push it in, the more sick I become. So heres to my inner demon.

I believe everyone is good and evil. Just some swing directly towards good or evil. I swing directly towards evil. I have done a lot of evil things.

Sucide to me is a beast with claws
That open up your flaws
A monster's that feeds on your self worth
By destroying it piece by piece
Painfully consuming your mind
It's a time bomb with your emotion
A tidal wave in the ocean
I once had a on and off love affair with it
That lead me in deep waters
I almost drowned
Turning my life upside down
Taking a dive
I managed to survive
It's toxicity still lingers
Trying hold on to my fingers
It's beast that never leaves

It's ok to let the tears out
It ok to yell and shout
To let the pain go
That's how you grow

Crying shows great strength

Lilith is
My compass
My direction my needed ability
To bring me pride in my humanity
Her darkness protects me
Open my eyes to see
The beauty in life

Social media kings..
And puppet strings.
All in the magazine's.
Artificial beauty queens.
All within your means.


Clouding your brainwashed mind.
Making you blind.
By standing in line.
With the sheep. So get behind.
The wolves.
Where you were assigned.

Tears from the flower's petal
When the stem because nervously unsettle

Even though her body achs..
She needs less calorie intake..

She worships the picture of perfection...
A perfect complexion...
More surgeries more selection...

She needs to fill the void of her emptiness..

Shes scared of herself...
Ashamed of what others..
Possibly may discover..
She hides in the corner of life ..

She's trying to run ..
Her emotions a loaded gun...
Tears like the bullets inside ...
Looking for a place to hide...
Escaping from home to home...

My bright and morningstar upon high
Comforting me when I fall when I cry
When I'm down you spread my wings to fly
Your love is forever satisfy

Everyone want to be needed
When things become heated
They want to feel special like a purpose
In life's circus
They want a ear when down
And a cane to stabilize the mental merry go round.

I was born into a dysfunctional family. I was abused and taking advantage my whole life. I felt alone and wanted to end my life.
Recently I took a bottle of Tylenol ended up in the hospital.
Later that evening I heard a voice calling for me it was Satan. I told him I will not do this again. He agreed. I made a vow to try to live my life for Satan and stay alive.
To some Satan may seem scary, evil or bad. To me he seems loving and dark. I love dark things.
I respect all beliefs, so whatever works for you I support. For me it's Satan.
I'm happy to be here.