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To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.

Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.

Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.

Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.

Into your palace we st
Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dust
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire
He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.

Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.

Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.

To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ru
Ollie's Lovely CupcakesGood afternoon my dear,
Go and take one, have no fear
They’re fresh from the oven, my lovely cupcakes
Painted with neon frostings, oh yes they’re free
 
But just so you know
There’s more beyond the rainbow
My cupcakes, they don’t only look as they are
Careful with each bite poppet, you might die~
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunk
Oliver (2p!England) Poem
A creature running through the night
Retrieving ingredients for his delicious sweets
Slice your throat, cupcakes with poison
He’s always making his yummy treats

Victim upon victim
He’s always there
Watching them suffer
Oh look, he’s here

Better watch out
For here he comes
Knife in hand, cupcake in another

Step by step
A lot to fear
Stopping, inches away
Cupcake, dear~?
Malformed ResonanceMy soul vibrates in sympathetic resonance with the echoes bellowing before me, as they sing with red

Sly tongues entwined together and hum to the beat of my famished heart, howling loudly they squander

With white painted faces and dark black ink blots smeared onto these weakened portrait vessels, they

Fixate the mind as they circle around in a precarious motion, frozen in depth they stomp and swallow

Up the air with the dust on earthen ground, such a sight elegantly blinds the pastel eyes of those

Watching, dismounting upon somber pride while eliminating all dreamlike imagination….
Promise of the SuccubusI’m the type of demon,
That despises torture,
Because I cherish bliss,
The type that seeks not to stab,
Your heart with a knife,
But to wound it with a kiss,
Trust your lust,
Come forward into the shelter of my wings,
So that I may subject your body,
To marvelous things,
Give your soul to me,
And I promise to give it pure ecstasy,
My mind knows naught the meaning,
Of the unsavory word agony,
I am a demon that prefers to lick,
Instead of bite,
Come forward,
Let your flesh and spirit tingle with delight….
Death walks on two legs (Jeff the Killer poem)He walks in from the darkness
He bares with him the life of those he's taken
He has been on the run in pursuit of victims for years
He knows this well

His only love is for his knife that he commits the ultimate crime with
His smile destroys the life of the room
His eyes gleam with terror
His phrase kills all by itself

Death is coming for you
Death is unstoppable
Death is a creature who is no longer human
Death walks on two legs
ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic

I have been locked in this dark room
I am scared of confined spaces
I am claustrophobic
I can feel the fear grow
My heart is pumping fast
I think I may pass out
The hands are reaching out to strangle me
They have me by the throat
I cannot breathe
The room is turning black
I have passed out
I slowly pass away
And finally I am dead
That GirlIts not tight enough
This noose around my neck
So pull the rope tighter
Until there's no room left

The crypt isn't cold enough
For my dead body
So let the fires blaze
And warm up this funeral party

All my blood was drained
And my guts were pulled inside out
The doctor held the scalpel
But had no clue what he was talking about

They said it would be okay
Just to take my medicine
All would be fine and dandy
But losers never win

So I fell from the chair
Toward shards of the broken mirror
To an empty future
That was cut, drowned and speared

And people wonder what happened
To the girl in the window
The one who never moved
The girl that no one
Alien BeastA brand new world to dark to see,
A world of souless apathy.
Its core corrupt and sky so black,
Wildlife it seems to lack.
Down in the gray volcanic crust,
Lay a dormant beast of lust.
A lust for ruin,
A lust for war,
A lust for death and nothing more.
DemonYou see me in the hall
My eyes sparkle with joy
My laughter rings clear
My smile shines brightly
You see an angel
You don't see me as a threat
But I caution you
Angels fall from heaven
And I am one of them
The truth is hidden
My eyes gleam with hate
My laughter is filled with evil
My smile shines cruelly
If you mess with this angel
I'll welcome you to my home
It's warm and cozy
Filled with flames and screams
So be careful my "friend"
Or you'll join me in hell
YouI feel dreams are pointless, just as I were to you, my life just a simple ointment, to whcih you felt you could use, to seal the pain you once had, just enough to let me lose, enough to lose a heart, only to watch as yours grew, used as simple heartless life steps, that barely gave me room, suffering slowly, you only seem to abuse, slowly suffocating, you only let me assume, love was this easy, but truth was in the other room, numbness developed, where you were once to mend, to which you only pretend, life stops, and you were the end, to which I thought rocked, but you only seem to dim, blackend emptiness, only seem to grow, hopeless desires,
FearsSome kids are afraid of the dark
And the monsters that lurk within it.

Some kids are afraid of heights
And the vertigo that accompanies it.

Some kids are afraid of animals
And the viciousness they could harbor.

Some kids are afraid of bugs
And their creeping, crawling legs.

Some kids are afraid of sharp things
And their pointy ends.

Most kids have these fears
And that's normal and nice.

But some kids, some kids are like me
And they're scared of something else.

I'm scared of something
And it's far worse than many things.

It's scarier than a clown
And its over-joyous attitude.

It's scarier than a crowded elevator
And the brushing and t
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ContactsYou are opposed to any reconciliation,
Dethroning this man's opinion, that man's query.
Forbidding any small continuation,
Of that which is your opinion's contrary.
Blatantly standing, with nothing to defend your hide,
Quickly calling any facts completely untrue.
Even if they have truth, you laugh feeling so snide,
Pulling out a response without any contribute.
Remove your contacts, rose-colored to your stance,
You will soon find bias replaced by balance.
Maybe you will feel more confident in your prance,
Both sides of the story mixed into your chalice.
For sometimes happiness in all living,
Comes from getting as much as giving.
Forever in a DayI would hate to die right now,
never knowing what happens after.
If I end up in an afterlife,
ever feeling like something's amiss.

My fears would be much relieved,
if I lived forever in one day.

I would hate to live forever,
watching all death right in front of me.
Alone in a wait to be severed,
it just doesn't feel like I'm very free.

Never would I need to grieve,
if I lived forever in one day.

I would guess life is too short,
as full or empty as you'd feel.
To shorten is a last resort,
the little while we have for real.

Life would be too fleeting,
if I lived forever in one day.
PREVIEW: JonahSo I've taken my time;
watching to move,
prove why I'm waiting.

Living like a candle,
dimmly glowing,
moving slowly.
The wax dripping like tears.

I've slowly learned,
That I've too coldly burned,
And all I am is a wet wick.

Today I set off on a long long walk.
I don't care who comes to stalk me,
but I'm sure it's the same people who care.
Maybe for that half a person, getting up is rare.
Alone in a crowded roomLooking in at you I can't help but see
someone with everything collapsing.
I always try to cheer you up every time,
I'm met with a few words then silence.

I guess you feel alone,
but you're not the only one.
I've learned all too well:
There's a counterpart around.

Rooms full of silence
give nothing, awkward glances
darting around like flies.

I guess we feel alone,
like crushed spirits in a jar.
Find me a can opener,
you're looking for the same.
Grime TownLeaving my pseudo-home,
I've been searching forever.
But finally found my own,
Across land and sea.

I thought I found a utopia,
But can feel it like a lead weight down.
Here seems filled with phobia.
Feels so free but why the frown?

I've been dead forever,
Just like this city has.
One can only think of shiver,
Of  it waking up en masse?

You say this person can bring us salvation.
Why haven't you gone and found him?

Explain to me,
Futility,
Or what it is to be,
No longer free.

This town is nothing more than a One Winged Dove.
PREVIEW: Depth Charges(…)
A megaphone cries aloud,
“Come out and there will be no harm,”
A struggle is heard,
“Sir, I'll make sure not to hit the farm!”

Spies, sympathizers.
Trying to rise, resist
Attempts to pasturize
Because they insist
(...)

“Ladies, gentlemen,
My hands are flesh,
My voice is full,
My blood is warm,
I'm just a normal man.

I thank you for your devotion,

But,
We're not going to win,
We're not going to prervail,
We may just survive.

And we will stand.

(...)

Sail away,

Before you're caught in the flow.
Look away,
There will never be a rainbow.

Why did we ever dream of a utopia?

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Who knows where he comes from,
and who knows where he does go?

His realm no one returns to tell.
Some call him the Night King;
many dreamt, but never tell,
all are gone before they sing.

Stretched shadows so comforting,
binding like dark snakes.
Arms ever so kindly constricting,
unknown the lives he takes.

Silenced quick, all who knew.
Dashed away, all notion.
Cleansing fire stirring the stew
of confusion in motion.

So my children
take heed and care:
when fog rolls in
he awaits to snare.

Where does he come from,
                                            where does he go?
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A contest piece, it must use Slenderman... (AKA this guy: [link] )

I decided to use a sort of poem that a parent would tell a child before they went to bed.

Also, first time using the new Stash writer. It's actually less buggy than it was.
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!LifeWithSubtitles Nov 5, 2011  Student Writer
This is such a well written and cleverly put together poem :) The ending actually gave me gooseflesh as I read it, and the piece as a whole tied together beautifully. I like the tone of it - it is both dark and clever, while somehow keeping an intensity that I love in poetry. The way you have portrayed Slender Man is unique in the respect that (as a reader) I felt you almost had some semblance of pity for him. I liked the way you humanised him, you know? He was more than just a faceless terror of the night here, and I enjoyed that twist. Lovely work!
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*projectsonic Nov 5, 2011   Writer
Thank you so much. I'm glad that you liked the different take I took of Slender Man, I love taking items or people portrayed totally as one idea, and sort of point out another. :)
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~NeuzaKC Nov 1, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I called attention in #devBUG because of the preview image being screwed up but they said they think it has nothing to do with sta.sh... But it does because this preview image is also nasty.

Anyway...

I really like it, it totally payed off you working on it for so long. And it rhymes! :dummy:
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*projectsonic Nov 1, 2011   Writer
I think the preview thing was one of the ways $spyed said would help lit. ._.

Thank you soooo much. I by best effort into it! :hug:
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~NeuzaKC Nov 2, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
No, this is the Journal preview, if you can't tell. Why would they take away author tags?

Also your last sentence no sense made.
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*projectsonic Nov 2, 2011   Writer
I got no idea whatsoever, it's stupid. ._.

Er, *I put my best effort into it. Doh!
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