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The Body SnatchersA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe peered on out at the darkening sky, Pulled out the watch from its fob, Traced his finger across the hand That would time his nefar.. |
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Roses Look Prettier When They Are DeadA Poem by KatDarknessFor someone I knew in school. Do visit sometime, dear. *polishes dagger* |
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UncleA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘Good riddance,’ I muttered, under my breath As they closed the coffin lid, My father clipped me around the ear, Then sai.. |
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Breathing AgainA Poem by DarkRainbowPieThis poem displays my thoughts on what happens when you die. I believe in reincarnation, so I hope that is apparent through this poem. Enjoy! |
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C'est la MortA Poem by Rachel AndersonA tragic love story. The title is the counterpart for "C'est la vie," (Such is life) and means "such is death." |
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Let me out my dark damp holeA Poem by SarahAbout a girl who is burried alive. |
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Bones beneath the bedA Poem by Juan de RajahLook about the rancid ground, grey feathers a thousand. Green yolks, cracking shells, little eyes that can’t discern, so do.. |
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Crows and coffin nailsA Poem by TedThe crows in my head often seek a good psychotherapist They often b***h about the weather The earth too high The sky too low And the rain and heavy sn.. |
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The Blacksmith's HammerA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe birds are twittering in the trees That stand outside my door, There’s only a pale grey dawning light ‘Til the sun com.. |
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Nightmares Start Upon WakingA Poem by kris reedThe desire to sleep till things are better... (Dec. 2013) |
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I wake in shadowA Story by Trevor BergshoeffWaking up buried alive... probably my worst nightmare |
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In With Her.A Story by xCasperAn old piece I found in one of my old notebooks from high school. I was definitely a goth who loved his flash fiction.. |
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LIFT HIM HIGH.A Poem by Terry CollettOliver's brothers and sisters carry his coffin at his funeral aged 29. |
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The Tragedy That FollowsA Poem by Vampyrica1995I drink and smoke and wreck my car, Looking for the tragedy that follows, But through what cruel joke do I remain? It all started with a .. |
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The Worst of All NightmaresA Poem by Graysin AngelEdgar Allen Poe was scared about this. |
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HerA Poem by ChloeI wanted to write something with someone scraping skin off of another person. This is that. |
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SicknessA Poem by ChloeSkin crimsonYet paleEyes passionateYet dyingLips plumYet chappedLegs longYet frailArms strongYet thinMind quickYet lonelyAliveYet dying |
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