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The Soft Spot----in my wicked heart----

You are my princess, my fairy tail, your my future queen.
You are the only thing in my future from what I have seen.
You are royality to me, and I litterally have the blood of kings.
I would even set you up in a real castle if you wanted it to be your dwellings.

I love you/everything about you, the pleasure and peace you bring,
how my heart hurts when i know you must go, how it uplifts when my phone begins to ring.
You are my morning thought, and my fading dream.
For you I would commit an onslaught, without you I come apart at the seams.

You are a petal, from a rose, 
A sexy model, striking a pose.
My eyes for you never depart, my lust for you always grows.
I would never give you up. You are the one I love and chose.

You are so beautiful, in my eyes you are jewels, you are gold.
I need you, in my heart and in my arms, you I would forever hold.
I want to confess your love, shout it from roof tops, ever so bold.
You are the one I want, to grow deeper in love with, as we get old.

This is for you Dana~Lynn,
For you I would commit every sin.
I would do it with a smile, a smirk, or a evil grin.
Let me be your yang, and I want you to be my yin.
Our love is just at the start, and yet I feel it has always been.
I would cliff dive for you, even throw in a double backspin
You are my high, you are my drug, with you I feel like I drank a bottle of Gin.
It is the vodoo that you do so well that conjurred me to be your evil jinn.

I love you Dana-Lynn Smith. Forever yours, Jesse Devile.


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your perfection

You moulded me to your perfection then bounced me around the room 
to show ownership of me to your friends

So I purred and smiled and batted my eyes

Acted asthough I enjoyed it

I loved all of them the way you taught me 
So you were pleased for a while
For a while I was safe

You bent me out of shape and pushed me as far as I could take
So I tried to smile and bat my eyes but I couldn't help but cry 
It made you happy for a while

These chains swing and hurt my wrists as they break and cut my veins

I'm lying here alone unclaimed
I wish to feel the hurt again 
I want the tears upon my face
The cold gleam in your eye
I need you to be happy for a while

The darkness stinks, I'm in disgrace all used up a broken face
Bones are broken beneath the skin
I love your smile you've such a grin
Now at least your happy again


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


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Creature In The River

A couple decided to walk
down to the park near the river
At that time, you could barely see the crimson moon, just a sliver

That moon was always that color on Halloween night.
Lexy was holding on to James hands very tight.

They were so romantically in love
Lexy thought he was sent from above.
The moon had finally came out from behind the clouds
While they were standing by the river they had heard something crack loud.

Lexy grabbed James and screamed, "Let's get out of here."
She had a fearful look on her face and turned to tears.

It was too late, a strange creature came out of the water with fiery eyes.  They were grabbed from behind, as she started to cry.

They couldn't even scream
their mouth were covered.
The creature said, "You two lovers, are mine tonight."

I need two virgins for the witch 
had been watching you all year
Their faces were white, full of fear.

The creature had blood 
flowing from his eyes
As he completely came out of the water,
He was all covered with flies.
Lexy and James hands were finally tied.

The two who had grabbed them 
walked in front of them at last
They were zombies, dry blood  Tongues were like a serpents, fast
they didn't dare move for they were poisonous with venom.

A boat came by, the monster gave the kids to the witch
when she spoke, she was loud and had a high pitch.

When Lexy and James were placed
in the boat,
The witch cast a spell, then put on a black coat.

When she cast another spell, large snakes came out, then wrapped
around their bodies, hissing, 
they were trapped.

Boat finally stopped, snakes had disappeared,  zombies had came
and picked them up out of the boat,
laid on a huge rock, positioned same.

Their hands and feet were spread 
tied to the trees, next to where they laid,
spells were cast, evil prayers were chanted, when ordered, zombies obeyed.

A goblet came over with a dagger
piercing them through the heart
they died instantly, which was planned from the start.

Poured the blood,  from the heart into the glass bowl, too
Each zombie and goblet sipped blood from the bowl, they knew
they had to chant, then the leaders of the group and the witch bit through 
it and bit a piece from the heart.

Passed it around to each zombie 
so they could do the same
gave them energy and now
they were no longer tame.

Ate all the flesh off the bodies, made a sacrifice, spirits came out and flew away, 
turned midnight and disappeared, they all went to their homes to stay.
© Melanie . All rights reserved,


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Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Ballad | |

A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!



In the greatest love stories,
A royal princess is lost forever,
And though the warring fields are bloodied,
A stallion of white has broken through,
The prince who wins her heart,
Is he who challenged the evilness of heart.


In the dark pitch of night,
Through the howling of the blackened forest,
He has terrorized the terrorer,
Till he has conquered the evilness,
OF HIS OWN HEART.


CHORUS:


A woman's heart is like a flower,
And a prince will never take her heart,
He will fight every war,
He will slay every evil dragon,
He will even war against OLYMPUS,
JUST TO WIN HER HEART.


The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art,
His wenches of rose, pink, and gold,
Rose in eternal shame,
A true prince fires across the evilness of heart,
And captures the wicked bony fingers,
Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun.


To a prince, every petal of a flower,
Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams,
And a true prince places each petal of her heart,
In a symphony,
OF A DESTINED HEART.


EPILOUGE:

And words whispered into her tender young ears,
Blossom into butterflies and candied hearts,
And a destiny reflected into a shattered crystal glass,
Are birthed through the bitter trials of a dragoned past,
UNTIL THE EVILNESS OF MAN...ENDS AT LAST!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

an evil storm

my thoughts are like dark evil storm clouds
transmitting evil energy throughout my body
longing to hide eternally from the truth
sometimes,though, i kid myself that your lies are only stories made for my entertainment
oh, and entertain you do
with your detrimental and active imagination!
i sit here and try to actually think of you in a good light.....
like when i told you that you should be in politics-
it's a shame to waste your oh so detailed stories on someone unimportant like me
you could probably be famous
just think-you could fabricate such untrue, yet intricate tales to cause destruction on a such a larger wordly scale
and yes, you are so multi-talented
you are a storyteller, articulate speaker, magician, pharmaceutical representative, and most of all-master manipulator
so now, i will toast to you
because you win your game again
i will even give you an award for trying so hard
trying so hard to destroy me
but most of all, i thank you-
for being strong enough to tell you goodbye.


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A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
BY LINDA JOBS (IN HONOR OF STEVE JOBS...
A GENIUS OF ALL TIME!)





In the greatest love stories,
A royal princess is lost forever,
And though the warring fields are bloodied,
A stallion of white has broken through,
The prince who wins her heart,
Is he who challenged the evilness of heart.


In the dark pitch of night,
Through the howling of the blackened forest,
He has terrorized the terrorer,
Till he has conquered the evilness,
OF HIS OWN HEART.


CHORUS:


A woman's heart is like a flower,
And a prince will never take her heart,
He will fight every war,
He will slay every evil dragon,
He will even war against OLYMPUS,
JUST TO WIN HER HEART.


The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art,
His wenches of rose, pink, and gold,
Rose in eternal shame,
A true prince fires across the evilness of heart,
And captures the wicked bony fingers,
Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun.


To a prince, every petal of a flower,
Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams,
And a true prince places each petal of her heart,
In a symphony,
OF A DESTINED HEART.




Details | Romanticism | |

Evil amor

Raised to be evil in this world,
Destroying everything and everyone,
But once I saw and meet you I couldn’t do it,
You were the fully opposite of me and I fell in love with you,
Everyday that went by I loved you more and more,
But hiding my past too you afraid of your reaction towards me,
Everyday together our love grow stronger,
Who was to think opposite were meant to be together and love each other, 
I loved you and you loved me,
I trusted you and you trusted me,
I was happy and so were you,
Then I was to find out that it wasn’t all as I saw,
Confessing to me that she was once like me,
But changed her evil ways to find her true love,
As I did found my true love begin evil and turning good,
Not everything is as you see at the end we were both evil,
It’s ok to change but never hide what you are.


Details | Ballad | |

A Woman's Heart

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
BY LINDA JOBS (IN HONOR OF STEVE JOBS...
A GENIUS OF ALL TIME!)



In the greatest love stories,
A royal princess is lost forever,
And though the warring fields are bloodied,
A stallion of white has broken through,
The prince who wins her heart,
Is he who challenged the evilness of heart.


In the dark pitch of night,
Through the howling of the blackened forest,
He has terrorized the terrorer,
Till he has conquered the evilness,
OF HIS OWN HEART.


CHORUS:


A woman's heart is like a flower,
And a prince will never take her heart,
He will fight every war,
He will slay every evil dragon,
He will even war against OLYMPUS,
JUST TO WIN HER HEART.


The real Blackbeard was a fantasy of art,
His wenches of rose, pink, and gold,
Rose in eternal shame,
A true prince fires across the evilness of heart,
And captures the wicked bony fingers,
Till he blazes as golden victory against the rising sun.


To a prince, every petal of a flower,
Has its own delicate fabric of mysteries and dreams,
And a true prince places each petal of her heart,
In a symphony,
OF A DESTINED HEART.


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What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her

11272011


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Sibyl Vane

The proverbial victim immortalized forever
Seeing Prince Charming when you gazed into his eyes, but, beyond your 
delusion stood Satan himself fantasizing about how he was to devour your flesh.
Sibyl's true love for Dorian did not see deceit's nasty warnings.
Narcissistic Dorian could not be abated.
The torment of others didn't reach his conscience.
He craved only masturbation material for his wicked ego.
His evil heart overpowered all. 
His sinister desires are all that ruminated through his diabolical mind

Loving Dorian only left Sibyl starving.
His heart was not capable of returning the undying devotion she felt for him.
He was no man.
Only a hollow shell, pretending to feel love while concealing his laughter for his 
unsuspecting prey.
Loving Dorian only killed you.
He compromised your integrity
Stole your innocence 
Taking from you what you could never retrieve
Just because he could 

But, don't worry your pretty little head, Sibyl.
You will never be forgotten.
Especially by Sir Dorian Gray
Though I imagine that he would give anything to have a moment of peace from 
the horrifying images of your tragic ending, for all eternity his thoughts will be 
haunted by images of your ruby red blood, desperate cries and the contortion of 
your dying body. 
Sometimes he will think it is just a nightmare, but this is something from which 
he will never wake.
He will pray for an ending to his torment, but his wish will never be granted.

Though ultimately Sibyl, you took your own life there is blood dripping from 
Dorian's claws.
Evil must be punished like everyone else and that is the embodiment of Dorian 
Gray's icy heart.
Now Dorian must cloak his own sins.
His evil soul destroyed himself and all those who had the misfortune to love him.
Though he salivated at the thought of his next conquest, time and time again, 
Dorian's self hatred and inner demons engulfed him until he plunged into his 
darkened abyss from which he will never escape.
His most unfortunate transgression of all was choosing to live a superficial 
existence, choosing eternal youth and beauty over true love.
Sybil Vane was the only woman whose love was pure enough to rescue him.
Dorian will forever be tormented knowing that he obliterated his guardian angel, 
the only one that could have saved him - from himself.