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The Beastie

hidden in the darkest recesses of my mind,
Hides an unmistakeable creature.

Fangs sharper than the shiniest steel
Its heart colder than ice.

Its eyes are of fire and lust.
Lust of blood and pain

Like the forever living demons that fly through hell
Bending the truth and truthing all the lies.

Forever loathing the angels abouve
Those who fly free with grace

the creatures toy with my mind
with my emotions and my soul

It has hurt me and it has hurt those around me
This creature is my love for you

poem by Katherine H. Belle
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Talons of a Gothic Mind

She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare

To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:

Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Lust...

Lust destroyed my love
Lust pushed away my one
Lust made me weak
Lust took the one love
Lust killed my happiness
Lust is a sin I committed
Lust, I shouldn't had done
Lust got my suffocating
Lust made light turn into darkness
Lust made me miss my wife
Lust, my innocent girl is hurt
Lust I hurt myself too
Lust I miss my family I built
Lust, you were my biggest mistake....

poem by Joy O'Pateng
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Witch

Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.

That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.

Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.

O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.

And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.

But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.

Under lust rain

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I Am

I am not the thing you want to be.
I promise you want no part of me.
A soul sucking grinch from hell.
Twisted and torn by yeas of misfortune.

I am not the man that you think.
I hide my insanity,
I'm close to the brink.
Of letting it loose the creature inside.
Howling and curseing casting humanity aside.

I am not what you want,
a bitter angry fool.
A demon that needs to feed on emotions like food.
Vengance and pluner are all that I want.
To right al the hurt feelings and get what I want.

I an not all those things though,
not all the way through.
In my mind and my heart I care truly for you.
A softness so deep and love felt so smooth.
I know that I'll never be good enough for you.

I am not the man you need in your life.
All I can do is cause endless pain and much strife.
So I do my best to lt you go free,
but the madness comes creeping back upon me.

I am not the type that intended to hurt.
But I did so I say I must hardly have worth.
So go your own way I'll try to keep here at bay.
I am not the man you'll need day after day.

poem by Michael McParland
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The Insider

you know there is someone inside me
it speaks

i hate to listen to this creature
it sounds like myself

sometimes it demands something that
horrifies me

and i don't want to give in
because it seems not to mind if i am hurt most

i press it like a marshmallow
keeping it small and almost invisible

but this creature knows how to scream
like a cow and to stop the humiliation

i finally give in and keep myself
running pursuant to its instructions

it drinks some blood from my dog
sips it like soda

it bathes itself in mud and does not
want to be rubbed

it shows itself naked in the mall
what a shame to my soul

but then when all his wants are given
it says sorry and then says that now i am free

it hides inside in my tummy
and then sleeps there all day

now i am back to my senses
on a life of compromises

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vampires Have Disappeared

Gouge the eyes of feminine lust,
Those dreary men do give a thinker
One good stare, and you compel her to order her
Into a riddance, one of those funny songs
In the mind of the ejaculator -
His life has spanned forever,
Now that the Vampires can hurt
Those in dire need of trouble.

Eyes shall giggle and awareness be spoken
Through the eyes of a monk who lives as a cleric,
He can never ever sight It - The Demon.
“I spoke of a creature that arrests our stay
Into the world under the Sky, with blood it
Shall accomplish. And forever this way
Is the accompaniment of dread that I speak.”

Now, and then, a master of sorcery has bellowed
Strange words of nuisance to the existing crowds
Which are under the Sun of the Blood Brothers,
Or should I say Sisters?
Let the nocturnal setting be a reminder
Of a sick age of dinosaurs that crept so sylph-like-
As they call themselves for their pretend size.
I rather think as a philosopher Vampires roam the woods
Of a night that haunts many and many who dwell therein.
No more thinking. The Vampires are upset
And their extinction was from something.
But what?

poem by Naveed Akram
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Origins

The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.

I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.

The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.

Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.

I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.

I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.

I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.

I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life

poem by Katherine Clark
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