Evil Sound
This room has an evil sound inside
It comes from the most smiling memories
That strangles you inside out with bloody hands
Throws your bowels in the black river
with a cursed kiss from certain lips
This room has an evil ghost inside
Dances naked to this evil sound
The wind blows through the broken windows
While the curtains dance with her
This nightmare let only pure love in
poem by Kristoffer Vilsgaard Pedersen
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Inside That Room
inside that room
clutters of old things
a conglomeration of dusts
silent stones
broken wedges
blunt shapes and sharp edges
inside that room
that silence we both shared
isolated moans
tongues lingering
inside that room
our memories
now the door is closed.
inside that room
the noise of insistence
the clap of a disaster
we disown
inside that room
the impregnation of tough thoughts
with soft laces
of ductile memories
inside that room
oh! there is no
us anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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evil
Evil, is to hunt 'you.'
smell you.
Nameless is 'EVIL.'
EVIL, ...unawakened
slides inside 'invited'.
Out of reach, TOUCHED
bloated within your womb.
EVIL, sweats you out, in taste
reaching down you check.
Trembles, hand in night, is to
dawns wasted light, in wait
sucking you inside, to rest.
EVIL was it, 'you'it's eye to
weep 'milky'you hunger, it.
EVIL, will not wait, forever on you to
reach down, close the fold, it's now.
EVIL will never be satisfied, with one
you are 'EVIL'drawn to all that's EVIL.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Evil Inside Of Me
Do you see the evil in me?
It shines through me illuminating, and spraying.
People pass me and automatically start praying.
I am not playing with what I am saying.
I believe in me, so that
means I believe in the evil inside of me.
It talks to me, and through me.
The people who know me,
don’t know what has taken a hold of me.
It’s sees for me, and controls me.
This darkness knows me, it owns me.
It shows me the way, tells me what to say.
Evil believes in me, and I believe in evil.
It whispers to me, honors me, and is ever so loyal to me.
This evil that lies inside of me.
It knows me.
This evil is me
poem by Mindless minds
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Poe's Theory of Man
When you look at a person
You judge them immediately
But what none see
The evil inside everyone
Lays deep or sits on the surface
Either way
Nobody can hide the evil within
It's dark and horrible
Lying and cheating you all the time
Eats you from the inside out
Slowly amd painfully
Every pain builds up the evil
Feeding it and it never shrinks
Until it's big enough
Then it pops out and hurts those around
The evil
The love from Satan
The love of us humans
God's lack of love for us
Both combined lies inside us
Only some realize it
But no one does anything
poem by Cory Tipton
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Evil Child
Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause I am just an evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They kept on calling me an
Evil child
Cause I am just an evil child
Miranda, belinda for I found that they were all the same
They come in hell fire and
She burned like a flame inside
And I called her my evil child
I loved her
She was magic pure magic
Through the moon and star shine
They keep on talking about us
They call us together
Evil child
Born evil
Die evil
Now I swing from a gallows pole
I did things I dream of
People said I was wild inside
They said I was evil
Evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
Through the moon and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Evil That Dwells Within
I see faces that walk past me, And a shadow that stands beside me, I see you and the evil sees me.
When I am alone the evil always calls to me, The evil whispers to me but only inside my head, The evil is always around me and influencing my hatred of others.
The evil so frighting that others would flee from it but I find A new view of life with it, When good should envelope me the evil burns it away from me. I have no room for your pathetic lies and excuses this evil inside me is all I need.
It never judges only befriends me, I hate it but I wish to love it, With the evil that dwells within I can do anything and not fear anything or anyone, Speak my mind with decision I have not found my religion. God was never there but the evil that fills me.
I am angry and always seem to be, Only A few are selected to see the good in me, Others will have to deal with the evil that stands beside me, People judged to many times and now my mind is full of hatred, Burning my feelings and spitting on me.
I have never been bullied but people do it visually by glaring at me, Not my popular friends but the ones who don't know me, I hate you and wish to see you feel the evil within me, But I will not release it because it would make A scene.
When my time is right and Satan depicts and calls back the evil within me, Than I will be free. I am to young to live this way but feel I need to be to teach me a lesson, By doing it carefully. My friends Don't know the way I view things because I hide it like I have hid everything, I am close to them but still the evil seems to follow me.
Some days are worse when the evil influences everyone around me and they seem to turn it all on me, they can't contain my evil like I can contain it, The evil is powerful but not more powerful than me, But the evil can change my mood faster than a bullet can kill an enemy.
My mood changes and all I see is Red and Blasphemy, Go into a dark fit that is inside me, Brings up my anger and hatred that I feel towards others. Can't stop the anger from rising but it is all I can do to strive and fight the feelings inside me.
I gain control and the evil will never take hold, It follows me and is the shadow beside me.
poem by Connor Whyte
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Couple
he wakes up on
a vivid nightmare
the way he crosses
the river against the
rage of the tide and
he sees her sleeping
and he wakes her up
and she listens about
the sound of the river
and the thunder and
the wind and the
flashes of lightning
inside his frightened
mind and she holds his
hands and raises them
for her to kiss and then
they talk like lovers again
and then they make love
sleep is as gentle as
the silky bedsheets and
the soft cotton pillows
on the monotony of the
sound of the air conditioned
room. And then it is morning
she opens the window
where a pale red curtain
filters the light that lands
on his eyes still soundly asleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Evil Eye
Something about the way that you look at me,
You watch every move, every step, every fantasy,
Got no time for love, theres something in your mind,
Got the face of an angel but the stare of a devil inside.
Chorus:
Got hell looking up, heaven looking down,
People say the womans got an evil eye.
Got hell looking up, heaven looking down,
Free me from the woman with the evil eye.
I turn away but still I see that evil stare,
Trapped inside my dreams I know youre there.
Thoughts of happiness you destroyed them all,
First inside my head, then inside my soul.
Chorus
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Everyone Thinks I'm Crazy
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
they look into my eyes and they,
wonder what lays behind of them,
maybe a man with a darkened soul,
or a man with a deep dark secret,
that he keeps bottled up inside,
of him like a stick of dynamite,
just waiting to go off and blow up,
his soul,
and expresses his true feelings,
towards this dark and evil hurt world,
that has always turned its back on him,
and his friends,
he feels so alone like the little,
boy inside of him that is afraid of,
the new world that he has been born into,
Everyone thinks that I am crazy,
take a look into my eyes and tell me,
what do you see? A lost boy that has no life,
a man who feels so alone that he just wants to,
end he just wants to end his, he doesn’t want
to live in this evil world anymore,
evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they run wild through his head,
and that no one ever cares about him,
just another pointless soul walking the,
earth and the realms of his insanity,
that fills his head with evil ideas and evil thoughts,
they look down at him with him dressed in his black,
outfit and his long black that makes him look so gothic,
and satanic you can look into his eyes and see nothing,
but pure hatred for what he has become,
everyone thinks that I am crazy,
maybe their right, maybe I am just
evil in its purist form like a line of cocaine,
going up society's nose,
and I am going to plaque the world for all of time,
just walking around and being pure evil.
poem by Robert Rumery
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Evil
Evil, why have you engulfed so many hearts...evil
Evil, why have you destroyed so many minds...
Leaving room for darkness, where lost dreams can hide.
Evil, why do you infest our purest thoughts, with hatred.
Evil, why have you stolen so much love...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
Evil, why have you taken over gods childrens eyes...evil
Evil, before they could really grow to see,
That your way, is not the way, to make, life what it should be, yea, yea, yea
Evil, why have you destroyed, youve destroyed so much of this doggone world...evil
Evil, oh, why have you broken so many homes...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Hidden Truth
the way,
the truth is only temperary,
you,
the way,
is secondary.
the lies.
the evil inside.
befor the evil i was alive.
i am a message child,
evil child.
i can never be excepted for what ive done.
i am divising,
seeking,
either or
it still owns me.
find a way im not,
i run away.
whos getting better?
my hand goes up first,
but my arm is broke
so i shout up to the air,
there is no truth for me to trust
with the evil inside.
poem by Kayla Mcmillin
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Once again.
Once again
Dead inside
Gone forever
Dust till dawn
Light to dark
Happy to evil
One night
Consumes everything
Once again evil inside
I'm a whirl wind of hate
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Burning Inside
Will these dreams still follow me,
On of dark obscurity?
Cant you see it up in the sky
As it kicks you in the face and lets you dye
You never have the answers
And now you tell me the facts of life
I really couldnt be bothered with you
Get out of my face and watch me die
Burning inside!burning inside!
Absolution and a frozen room
Are dreams of men below
I try to grab it but the touch is hot
The mirrors collapses, but the image can not
Im scared of darkness in a light
I scare myself cause I know Im right
I see the evil in youre savage eye
As it cuts right through the sky
Burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
Calling the mantra with a blade in the skin
For the demons within
I feel the pain is the death and decay
But the lesson never fades away
Too little shadows, turn away
Another man through the window pane
Another slave and a victim of fate
Another lesson in hate
Burning inside! burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning
Inside!burning inside!burning inside!burning inside!
song performed by by Ministry
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Inside The Room....
we are only two
inside the room
later
we shall mislead
them into
thinking that
we are only
one
we are one now
inside the
room with closed
windows
and locked doors
and they
want to hear the
sound of
the bed
or the floor
we are one now
and you tell me
that
but then
i am not asleep
like the one
at the sky
hanging like a
lone star
still feeling the
vast emptiness
of this space
between us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Outside331’sSleep
Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?
(12-13-07)
poem by Chelsea Trescott
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Wisdom
Inside a room of darkness
enters a vile robber.
Inside a room of brightness
he doesn't penetrate.
In your mind have discernment
and hold the light of sagacity.
You'll then be in enlightenment
and with Goddess Athena.
Evil thoughts therein will ne'er exist
In luminosity wisdom in you will persist.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Everybody Dance (The Dance Of The Dead)
As the sun sinks upon the horizon,
As the dark night creeps in,
The dead dance.
On the streets they roam,
Silent,
Alone.
Everybody dances,
The saints and the sinners,
Everybody dances,
To the sound of the rhythm,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
The dance of the dead goes on,
And on,
Never stops,
Never slows,
Time does not matter to the dead.
Everybody dances,
The poor and the rich,
Everybody dances,
To the cries to the babies,
Everybody dances,
The dance of the dead.
As your time goes up,
The dead dance into your room,
Filled with silent movements,
They twirl with grace,
And style
And ease.
They reach out their hands,
And you take it,
And join the dance of the dead.
Everybody dance,
The young and the old,
Everybody dance,
The music is playing,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead.
C’mon,
Everybody dance,
Soldiers and lovers,
Oh,
Everybody dance,
To sound they cry,
So,
Everybody dance,
To the dance of the dead,
The dance of the dead.
Oh,
Everybody dances,
Because the dance never stops.
6/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Feeling the rath of Evil
Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Kelsi Gray
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Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Elena Helms
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Fogging Up The Windows
the sound of a small child crying
hungry in the night
of a young woman sleepless
waiting for daylight
the sound of church bells ringing
not too far away
the sound of an old man dying
remembering how to pray
the sound of two hearts breaking
a thousand miles apart
of the last tear a fallin'
unseen in the dark
the sound of lifetimes wasted
of a love that didnt last
the sound of memories forgotten
of a time already past
can you hear?
can you hear?
a lone tree a fallin'
a hoot owl callin'
life and death, a lover's breath
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
the sound of the nails driven
into His screaming hands
the sound of salvation
entrusted to a man
the sound of bodies falling
of buildings swept by flame
the sound of different voices
whose souls are the same
can you hear?
can you hear?
a lone tree a fallin'
a hoot owl callin'
life and death, a lover's breath
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
fogging up the windows
of an empty room....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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