Tags : Control

Dreaded Words

Dreaded Words

A Poem by Morgan E.


Tip-toeing, holding tongues, ignoring, giving up.It's easier than speaking up,Just giving in.You hate the conflict,Don't want to fight to win.So you p..
Media Monster Martyr

Media Monster Martyr

A Poem by UndeadWill


Its written to describe how Americans usually react to monsters who do terrible things. By making them stars after death.
Hear Me Now

Hear Me Now

A Poem by UndeadWill


It is meant to be a lyrical poem with aspects of industrial metal. More bout the mental health system in schools. I am not sure f its complete but it ..
Where Were You When the Lights Went Out?

Where Were You When the Lights Went Out?

A Story by Joshua Donahue


a story that exploits the human mind, the two dark sides of human nature, and city life during the Northeast Blackout of 1965.
Desperate You

Desperate You

A Poem by Mek & the Infinite Madnes..


Dead rat...this place smells likea decayingdeadratThe stenchfills up your breathhaunting our sanityDesperate for controlyoupull the stringshoping to c..
The Machine

The Machine

A Poem by Bane


I am not a sheep I am not a drone I speak when you are speechless I stand when you are prone I may not make a difference And you may never know..
Vampyre

Vampyre

A Poem by Ciele


When one gives up control freedom for the sake of another, the one they bow to is their Vampyre, taking from their life until they can take no more
The Washing Machine

The Washing Machine

A Poem by YouoweYoupay


Take the fundamental step.
Frayed Edges

Frayed Edges

A Poem by Nemesis G


Glory and pain,Never as sane,Black thoughts,Past haunts,Dark dreams,Fraying seams,Old soul,Zero control,In too deep,Words keep,Grey shade,Life's blade..
Safety Pins

Safety Pins

A Poem by Poe Redd


a mess of carefully placed sins
Puppeteer

Puppeteer

A Poem by Kay


You consume the minds of those unthinking,Quicker than one moments blinking.One would call you a puppeteer,But with such name comes fear.Grab the stri..
Size 0 Society

Size 0 Society

A Poem by Fernanda


Little girl sitting in the hallPlaying with a dollBlonde, skinny, prettyWhy cant I look like that at all?Little girl sitting in the hallGot a DVD, got..
Tag With Midnight

Tag With Midnight

A Poem by Poe Redd


inspired by a day spent lazer tagging, among other things and feelings