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Details | Rhyme | |


The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.

All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.

She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.

Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts

Details | Free verse | |

The Evil, The Demon Locked Away Inside My Heart

What do you do with someone who has a black heart?
One so black, that no light can shine through it
What would you do to try to get away?
A potential killer, locked away on the inside
Now seems to be emerging and nothing can stop it
How do you plan on keeping, the devil inside?
You wanted nothing nice of me
Instead, you preferred…that I show you
The evil trapped in my heart…

Why does everyone want to…
See how far they can go with me? I wanna know
So can you please tell me?
Why doesn't anyone appreciate…
The fact that I try to remain sane? I wanna know
So, tell me…

I don’t fight much anymore like I used to
Just because the sight of blood excites me
I would fight to the death, if I could…
I've nearly killed a few of my friends when in rage
And a few times, little children as well
But I'm afraid of what I can do
That is why, I became an outcast…
Just to prevent such a thing…from happening again
Now why did you bring it out again?

Why does everyone want to…
See the evil, the demon in my heart? I wanna know
So, you better tell me
Why do you act like the rest of them?
Did you want to see me insane? I wanna know
Do you wanna die?

Everyone…doesn't deserve
To be treated with kindness…nor respect
For that matter, so why try?

Why does everyone want to…
Be caught up in the darkness? I wanna know
And you better tell me
I won't waste my time with you all
To me it seems that you want to go to hell. I wanna know
Do you plan on joining me?

Copyright © Samuel Obazee jr.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

True Poem Of Abuse

                                ~True Story Of Abuse~

Marrying her at an immature age, older by 30 years, 
arranged marriage by her father.
Abuse started from day one. 

Raped fiercely that night, screamed for hours unable 
to move, she dozed off.
Ordering her to get his tray of breakfast, in bed,
once in with the tray, he glared at her,
with ferocious eyes, snatched it, smashed it on her head,
the boiling coffee burning her face, the glass hit her head 
strongly, a mortal blow, she lost conscious. 

He held her by her hair opened a dark small room
threw her inside, and closed the door. Not knowing
what to do, her face hurting from the burns, 
the head bleeding from the glass, so tortured
she dozed off.

A bang the door opens he snatches her from her hair again
take her to the dirty old bed, and begins raping her like
a wild animal. She lost conscious, and woke up again in
the same dark room, dirty, aching, hungry, helpless,
not knowing when someone anyone would come 
to her rescue.

After a few nights the same procedure, she started 
fainting out of weakness. One dark night he carried 
her far in his car, she felt being thrown out, 
lost conscious.

Awake in the hospital completely blind screamed? 
where am I? mother please dad, her mum held her 
caressed her, told her what is wrong with her,
due to the abuse of days and nights. 

Sorry my child, you will be blind, disfigured, pregnant
but please don't worry, we will take care of you and 
your child.

Apologizing and crying. They took her home that
day, to her room.They left the room, she never saw 
them again, she committed suicide later a knife
right into her heart. Bled to death. 
Her true story as an abused newly wed.
age 16.

Therese Bacha.

Copyright © Therese Bacha

Details | Elegy | |

Rondelet: Yang be evil

Rondelet: Yang be evil

  for the continuously raped and hidden
     minors of India

Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity 
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

Copyright © T Wignesan

Details | Couplet | |

The Devil is not your friend

The devil is not your friend,
Nor will he reward your loyal deeds,
He lurks around in silence
looking for someone to deceive,
The devil is not your friend,
Nor will he ever fulfill your desires,
He’s just using you as his puppet
to lure more into eternal fires,
For every sin committed in life,
Required a large sacrifice,
So look up, real soon
my perishing friends,
Ask the God of the universe to heal and mend,
Your heart, soul and mind
For we are not promised tomorrows time,
Make it right with the Maker of the universe,
Humble yourself before it gets worse,
His grace will lift you high
His blood is your alibi,
His blood makes you clean,
My dear world you were already redeemed.

By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole

Details | Quatrain | |

Speak No Evil

One thousand might be silent,
While one speaks aloud.
The tongues that are quiet,
Know what the story's about.

©2014 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T.

Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within


As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

Details | Rhyme | |


Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme

Copyright © LIfe Taken The Wrong Way

Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Free verse | |

Root of Evil

After love comes sadness After sadness comes pain After pain comes rage With rage comes violence Love is the root of all good, But also the root of all evil

Copyright © William Hughes

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

I Don't Wanna

I apologize for the lies, I used for my disguise.

I must learn not to sympathize, but to empathize.

‘Cause my negative actions terrorize the people who I idolize and/or prize.

Therefore, I realize the fact I have to revise, minimize and sterilize my life, because of this, music is my sunrise, but only my passion for music can end my self-destruction or demise.

Therefore I need to rationalize my choices so I don’t get categorized or characterized and criticized for my evil side in which is the side of me I despise.

Therefore I vocalize (sing) and verbalize (rap), 

To visualize my arise for being wise in my attack.

To recognize, penalize and exercise the poltergeist

or evil spirit which advertised the sin and lies of rap.

This is my attack, to rise, ‘cause rap today is

built on lies, so utilize your gifts and talents

to surprise, neutralize, baptize and revolutionize

a world of demise and introduce a world of facts.

I don’t wanna dignitize the world of media’s lies.

A true rebel today goes against the norm of the idolize of merchandise.

So be a true rebel and change today’s world of media. Listen to the message ‘cause the truth underlies.

So get this message because it mystifies.

These following I don’t wanna’s are mine and try to see my life through not yours, but my eyes. 

1. I don’t wanna be locked up, I just wanna go home.

But I keep on doing wrong, that’s why I sing this song.

2. I don’t wanna cry no more, but I’m so depressed. But I’ve witnessed blood and gore, these feelings I express.

3. I don’t wanna be alone, I just wanna have my own. I will always sing my songs, trying to right my wrongs.

Copyright © Jordan Williams

Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #269 / On the day I saw evil

On the day I saw evil
I rode my bicycle down to the graveyard at the foot of Concord Hills, 
the very one that I had passed every morning going to school,
returning home in the afternoon, sometimes taking note
but never sparing a second thought
and I walked among the dead, even talked to some of them
as the sun fell below the horizon and their spirits rose again to the surface.
“Turn back,” said the older ones, “You’ve still got youth on your side.
Live your life until God calls you home”
But I couldn’t hear them. I only saw the pale and silent 
ghost of a young lady, my age when she died,
her bud of life trampled before it could ever bloom,
alone at the top of a hill under a willow tree
dressed in a moonlight gown pure as pallid skin.
I sprinted up the hill, screaming “Why? 
Why? Tell me why!”
afraid her spirit would quit this plane
as quickly as her life had left the earth.
Her thin lips formed not a word, but her ashen, unblinking eyes
staring straight to the bottom of my soul
told me all I needed to know.
I left the place and never returned,
for there will be time enough for us to get acquainted
when we are all sleeping together.

Copyright © Jesse Jones

Details | I do not know? | |

All Evil Things

Just a cog
Grinding to a hault
I never seen it coming
The news broke fast
I just cried
Each and every time

Am I so alone?
Is is
The sensibility I derive from
Yet I'm still insane

Back and forth
Counting the steps I took
He's taken everyone
She's taken everything
And this I'll stand
Death is only s word
Derived from all evil things
I think I know why we fear
But it's yours to find out
Our wings are clipped
Condemned, but making the effort
Descending, I can't fall any harder
It's all inside my head

Copyright © Charles Grisham

Details | I do not know? | |

Am I Evil?

On this night resistnace became futile
I found myself well overhead
I didn't know what I was thinking
I could't control my hands
Now it's ruined a friendship
I've betrayed a brother
What have I done?

"It's either her or me...
You decide"

I can't decide this way
I know I've done him wrong
I'll be the one at the stand
Facing the jury I must be sentenced
If I knew the way to go
It's got to be her
Or maybe it's him...

"I'll try to come between you
Destroy all you've created
Don't ask, you'll never know
But you're mine
I'll make it so"

I wish I could've been the one
To show him what he knows
Being near to heart
I know it's hurting you 
But it's killing me
When sighted love turns its back
Then it's time to move on
But it's up to me

Copyright © Charles Grisham

Details | Free verse | |

Of Vice and Virtue

He's a degenerate corrupted by the immortality of humanity,
uttering beguiling lies,
piling sin upon sin upon sin,
inexorable sin enveloping every ounce of good
lying within his dark heart, 
impending like a ticking powder keg

Grief leaves him with a toxic conscience; 
utter vice,
bound to everlasting condemnation
Hopeless with no affection; no virtue in sight

Envy seeps from his encrusted eyes
ebbs what remaining modesty he beholds
contaminated by sheer evil

He sits uneasily, contemplating 
like a terrorist pending to commit genocide

The Devil smirks at his rebellious acts
destruction, corruption, demoralization,
decaying God's Creation

This is evil
This is wickedness
This is vice

Copyright © Taneikah Anderson

Details | Didactic | |

The Moral Point of Cinderella

Cinderella is disliked by her family, 
Her step-mother and her sisters;
Whilst she is kind and generous, 
They are evil and boisterous. 

All her family have a weight problem, 
But she is slim and elegant, 
Amorous and thoughtful, 
Coy, clever and somewhat bashful. 

But she hates everyday living, 
As she is just a housemaid and a cook, 
So she most definitely wants to attend the ball, 
Where the prince may at her look. 

But her step-mum says no, 
And both her sisters gloat,  
So she knows she must escape, 
From her sinking boat. 

If your sociology is bad, 
You can believe in whoever for you so cares, 
And her role-model was her fairy godmother, 
Who in her did hope and for her had dares. 

She made it such that Cinders could, 
Attend the ball looking good, 
By transforming what they had themselves, 
Into a ball-gown and carriage with hood. 

The prince instantly fell in love, 
With Cinderella and her way, 
But she rushed off only leaving him her shoe, 
To follow up on her foreplay. 

Love comes above all else, 
When things are grim and rough, 
And you must determinedly secure, 
Those hope-beads that you do manage to procure. 

So he searched for her in every house, 
Finding her in a cold, locked room, 
And she insisted on trying on his treasured shoe,
Taking opportunity which banished all her gloom. 

You need to take opportunity with both hands, 
By its horns, steadfast and sure, 
And even make things happen when no light shines, 
So that you beckon and you lure. 

The prince forced a physical trial, 
Of the shoe on each ones foot, 
‘Cos love is physical, not just social, 
And is not just psychology’s reboot. 

Ok, Cinder’s godmother was a magic one,  
Not real to her step-mum or sisters, 
But when you’re suppressed and called inferior, 
Your thoughts are valid for your interior. 

Your actions are right, 
And morality is with you, 
Not those with money or riches, 
Whose selfish deeds do not do. 

Being born to abusive parents, 
Being born different, poor or destitute, 
Doesn't mean you must be such forever, 
Just that you need to be most resolute. 

So Prince Charming whisked her off, 
Right out of her house and her life, 
And that should be for all of us, 
Where hurt and hardship are rife. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan