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Evil Goodbye Poems | Evil Poems About Goodbye

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Details | Classicism |


Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Munaajaat |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?


I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.


You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.


So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.


It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.


Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Before they catch you.


This is your last chance to escape.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.


Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.


Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.


Do it quick!
… Just Jump.


*This is the end of a tortured life.*


Turns out…

The bad guys win.


Copyright © Mistylove Lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Goodbye, Cruel Colleague

Appearance was your entire routine.
But truth is found if one looks deep enough.
A walking good first impression machine,
Yet something else when we cut through the fluff.

If not a teammate, what is a colleague?
No possible chance for a working team.
You thought you were so far out of our league,
Your sincere belief: You must be the Queen.

So underhanded, thought you were witty,
Stealthily swinging your velvet hammer.
You guarded my back just like Frank Nitti,
Knife-wielding in Kevlar body glamour.

‘Tween glamour and beauty the difference be,
One illusion, the other genuine
To conceal, from all who attempt to see
The inner workings of your Janus mind.

Botox, silicone, hair dye, and makeup
Formed your outer plastic geometry.
An eldritch dark lurked under the fakeup,
Fearful spiritual dysymmetry.

Your extroversion turned soul perversion,
Leveraging venom out through the crowd.
Backbiting, nastiness, and subversion
Brought the resulting silences so loud.

Spinning yarns, a bovine defecator.
Although the specifics remain unknown,
Twisting minds, a mental fornicator.
If water ripples, unseen rock was thrown.

A fell Disney Witch incarnate, it’s true,
Adept at the ins and outs of culture.
The bad element did flock straight to you--
Decay smells like gourmet to a vulture.

But Karma is a bear, everyone knows
Working at times slowly, ineffably
Eventually your time bomb did blow.
With no little schadenfreude, truthfully.

Our faults can be found through introspection
But not while there is a beam in you eye
Ever in love with your own reflection
Achilles Heel, the root of your goodbye.

It became so clear, you were no fair elf.
Over time, the whole truth will always out.
Most couldn’t guess ‘til they saw for themselves
The walls have eyes, ears, and certainly, mouths.

A guilty pleasure, as I was so blessed
Chatting with the chairman about work things,
Standing there when your pager hit his desk
Blessed relief! Oh, how my heart did sing!

I’m not proud of my lack of sympathy
Covered with grime from rolling in your muck.
Your nastiness left me no empathy
Just not my problem that you became stuck.

After all, one thing yet remains with me
Doubtful the impression you’d be wanting.
Simply an abiding sense of pity,
The emptiness of your life is haunting.

All I can do is offer a prayer
Up for you, but so I can heal from this.
Open my wounds to the Spirit’s fresh air
Having exposed my soul to your Abyss.


Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue |

My Parting Gifts

Three tall men in dark shades,
pulled up my door in an unmarked bus and rang my bell;
their clothing was quite classy,
they looked in their early forties;
and with drawn guns they made me feel like a criminal...
Was I some monster of society?

They approached me hastily and with arrogance they surrounded me
by displaying their golden badges, " It's the FBI, you must come with us...
you have five minutes to say goodbye to your family! "
They wouldn't let me speak, or think of a silly lullaby. 
I ran inside and hugged Angela and mother who had frightened faces;
I was told my rights, then they handcuffed me and whisked me away;
" Take care of mother, Angela...tell her I'll be back, even though it's a lie! "
Stay away from Pete is a rat! Never make a comment to incriminate me! "

On the way out, neighbors gave me dubious looks...not believing their eyes;
some whispered, " I thought he was a nice guy! " What has he done? "
I saw Sam staring, he had a revengeful look on his tattooed face of gore,
" You will pay for this, freak! You called the Feds and set me up, they are lies! "
And he kept on laughing, dancing on his feet as my rage increased my heartbeat;
and he had the audacity to tell me, " Enjoy your stay at the Federal Prison, idiot! "  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |



3 o’clock in the morning…
The sounds of bed frames hitting drywall,
The sounds of Chopin and Coltrane played
With a hint of sadness in tone.
Sounds of whores and pimps arguing;
“Where is the money, you whore?!”
“I don’t have the money!”
A sound of a slap to the face
A big hand crushing bone,
Blood everywhere
Red streaks on white walls.
The sound of drunks walking gloomy streets,
Police and ambulance rush down burned out streets
Sirens wailing, crying out!

A child, six years old
Crying, “Momma! Momma!”
Shedding tears over his dying mother, lost her soul to the
Crack pipe.
Rest In Peace.
A sound of a .357 magnum revolver click
And a gunshot shakes the nerves of many,
And for a moment the sweet and peaceful silence.

“Dispatch, suicide on 46th street Hollywood Boulevard, Send the Corner. Over.”
Then the darkness sails over
And the entire cities are showered with tears from the heavens,
But no one weeps,
Not a single soul…


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

I am not Alice

     I followed you
       Like Alice  
     And the bunny
           I fell 
        And fell
     Into this dark hole
           I felt
         And felt
         For you
     But you were
     Rushing to some place
     That doesn't include me
           I tried
        And tried
      To stay sane
      I seen the mad hatter
      I understood
        Exactly what 
       I had become
       I'm sorry but
      I am not Alice

Copyright © Amber Underwood | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

It's You Again

I hear someone a-knockin’ at my door,
It’s you again, have we not had enough?
The problem is a complete lack of respect,
Well, your disfavor is shared no need to bluff.

I am much smarter aware of the tricks,
It’s you again, these guiles made me tough,
The problem is your way or just hit the road,
Well, your roadway is rigid spited with rough.

I grew my growth away from your tree,
It’s you again, rage hidden by fluff,
The problem is kindred but with spirit lost,
Well, your heart lacks craze among lovin’ stuff.

I insist you go with that same ol’ leave,
It’s you again, blazing amidst all the slough,
The problem is clear with no extra toll,
Well, your smoke is long gone merely a puff.

Contest Entry: Desperate Housewife
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
Placement: 7th Place

Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Let Me Go

Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.

Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Oh gosh,
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.

I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
And I know I mustn't

but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl

She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.

This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?

I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!

Lock me up! 
Kill me!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else

Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

I choose my life

I chose my life, I chose my life 
the way it is; the way it's supposed to be  
I rebuffed for every sanity unto me     
yet you assert to lessen all my fret.     

I confront plights every moment
 though I had a valor in me to conquer
and triumph whenever  on my way
through the tutelage
 I have gotten  the institution.

I chose it  from the sphere
 from myriad choices 
it is my brain which is
 my final discernment
I chose my life I chose my life 
the way it is way supposed to be 

Copyright © Elyas Ali | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alexandrine |

The Truth in Lies

We are taught that if we try at something we can succeed

We are taught that we are safe in our own homes

We are taught that as long as we have each other the bad will never reach us

That the darkness will never get in

We are taught that goodbyes are not forever

We learn that there are things we just can’t do

We learn that we are never truly safe

We learn that the bad never has to reach us and the darkness never has to get in
because it’s already there

We learn that goodbye is the last word someone speaks before they disappear from us forever

The world is full of harsh truths

We are not taught this but we know

We know in our blood that lies are a part of life

Like love and pain

They provide balance for the truths

A comfort in the cold nights

A net to catch us when we fall

Lies keep us balanced

They keep us calm

You have to have evil to have good

And you have to have a lie to have a truth

But one day, all your lies will be torn from you

One day you’ll have to face the facts

We will not always succeed

We are never safe

The darkness is always with us

And a goodbye is final

Copyright © Alexea Norman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |

life with Trump III

A sensation with ratings so high
Donald lulls the press who stand by
Even gods cower
In front of Trump Tower
Which will be our future Versailles

Author's note:  We know that he really cares about all of us normal folks from his time spent working in agricultural fields and factories and his time spent living with the poor in Appalachia.  This man has--through his selfless acts of charity--such as working with aids victims internationally and setting aside apartments for low income tenants in his buildings--shown just how much empathy and compassion he has.  His concern for the lives of the ordinary has also been well documented by his friend and Nobel Peace Prize winner, Vladimir P.  With such a stellar individual as commander-in-chief, what could possibly go wrong?  

Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |

Six million feet under

Six million feet under...going down dirty tubes and dark tunnels
Gun shots...sirens...lightning and thunder
Falling from grace and I'm falling forever
Too far gone...six million feet under

Six million feet under...black clouds, bullets and rounds
Genocidal gangsters turn my smiles into frowns
Giggling with glee lunatics they spew their loud laughter
Too far gone...six million feet under

Six million feet under...close my mind, my eyes, my ears
No truth...no tears
Death is coming to life and my vision is clear
Now the undertaker bangs his death drum drama
Too far gone...six million feet under

Six million feet under...like a lost lamb stuck inside of a lions mouth
I hear the devil and his demons screaming murderous shouts
Just another slain sheep now sobbing at the slaughter
I roll like a stone and fall dead at the alter
Too far gone...six million feet under

Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

It Happened

I hated myself.
I hate myself 
I am hating myself.
Is what I do to myself at 2:33am when I'm thinking about how much of a waste I've become, am becoming and how I think, think about how no difference will be made if I was not here. Walking, talking, eating, breathing, living. 
Just take it all away - it turns me upside down, inside out when I can't stop those wheels from turning in my head; they never stop - like some unstoppable tape record playing in my head- over and over and over again.
I don't sleep to good.
Maybe it's the way I say your name at that present moment in time and my mind automatically swells with 
Or maybe it's the way I always think of your pretty big eyes that are the perfect shade of brown in the midst of my sorrows. 
We once shared those. 
But now they're just unequally balanced upon my shoulders, wreaking havoc in the last of the ruins that have been provided.
Oh look what I've gone and done.
I wanted to be alone not lonely. 
I hate myself for what I have done to myself
Sadness is what I have become,
Consumed me in a way that is not visible to the naked eye- so only I can see.
It hits me at any given time of day - it slams against the mental capacity I have for the self loathing I have assimilated throughout my tiresome life.
All the self regret and self deprecation that has surfed through my mind during those lonely nights I laid there motionless and bitter have finally come and took over. 
My mind, body and soul.
My troublesome inner demons taunt me. We are no longer shy acquaintances, we are the best of friends who spend each passing hour of the day together. 
I don't want to live this way. Nor do I want to die this way, I'm entitled to spend the days of my life as openly and freely as I please but I still have sinking feeling - this clawing sensation, drawing me back to my sadness. Like a heroin junkie high as a kite - I'm addicted. And I don't know how. I'm addicted to my sadness and there's no cure for that.
I have to go now.
I have to cease this sharp self afflicted pain,
With the only way I know best.
There is a saying that says,
Destroy Anything That Destroys You
So I did. 

Copyright © Annie Justice | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |


T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the house not a single noise could 
be heard
For, you see, the only one up
Had practise of being quiet 
even when she's screaming inside
With hand over mouth,
and tears streaming down her face
She silently sobbed the night away
The only festive colour running from her wrists
The only thing she wanted for Christmas
Was to be dead.

Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Goodbye from me

I beat you to it

Your plan backfired

Or you underestimated your target

You played me for a fool

But didn't see

The real me was not your tool for the ending of me.

I suspected all along that your evil knew no bounds

So I predicted your play and you played straight into my hands.

So I must say that I'm sorry that it's over for you.

You never predicted that I could be as evil as you.

Any last words or requests before you visit the great mystery?

No? Fair enough, then my evil friend it's goodbye from me.

Copyright © T.I.R.O. JY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Final Goodbye

The Final Goodbye
When we laid your body to rest
agony of pain enters into my chest.	

I started to cry and scream 
wishing that this was all a dreadful dream. 

But in my eyes I saw it was true
I just wish it was not you.

I never envision the day
 that you will be so viciously taken away.

You were young and full of fun
now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son.

Your years on this earth is far too few
and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you.

You should have been allowed to live 
since you had a lot to give.

The horrific images in my mind on how you die I
keep asking myself over and over again why?
It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul
and keep my mind from being mentally whole.

While your murder is walking free.
The final goodbye is killing me. 

© By: Naomi Johnson  
             11- 8-14

Copyright © Naomi Johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |


This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid 
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying 
   trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp per grim reaper 
   milling crowd, each bewildered person stunned viz satanic grid
loosed bullets ensnare coterie upping ante bid
   daring pernicious fare thee well odiously off loaded 
   per incendiary fiery maelstrom to mega death count added.
Suicide bombardier slakes thirst aims at billeted soiree
with deadly precision, and spray painting human innards 
   congregated engaged groupon people), with egregious pay
ment for exaggerated slight mowing down, a slew - nay
soon to be lifeless victims unaware - delivering may 
hem to anonymous hunter a cannibal as well 
family and survivors, who lay
   down their sorrows, which bring revulsion and gray 
obsolescence of faith in mankind to fray.
Death be not proud, nor ought airtime be allocated to these 
heinous cavalier avengers foe tee eight-hour special (proffers 
   twitchy finger itching to squeeze
especial easy access to sophisticated high caliber compact 
   offspring family affair sport doth please
manifesting prize pride killing machine owners 
   posed as stonewall Jackson frieze
rapaciously with so much ease
lethal gimcrackery cutlasses incite epidemic violence as disease.
Sorrow soulful songs sung by the likes of death cab for cutie or goo
goo dolls in tandem with foo 
fighting beastie boys pay homilies whence homage grew 
to grateful dead nobody knew
fetishistic martyrs wannabe set sights of sister and mew
sic cull doobie brothers of their simian species with no sorrow to rue.

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Goodbye, Lee

We work for the same company. I've been there for ten years; Lee, for only a year. Her spot has been occupied by nine other young women in the past decade. They just leave--not bothering to resign or clean out their desks.

At first, she seemed rather ALOOF; I must have seemed so too. After months 
of small talk, I've finally asked her out. We've just left the movies, heading 
to my apartment for a nightcap. After a five-minute walk, we'll have our mutually-desired opportunity to get better acquainted.

She isn't aware that I already know a great deal about her type--the gullible
young woman destined for OBSCURITY by her nondescript personality, incapable of fathoming that a heart can be as hard and black as EBONY, unaware that she's being dangled over an OPAQUE pit into which she will be plunged, too dense to know that some nice-looking punishers MASQUERADE behind a shiny VENEER and HYPNOTIZE the easily led with verbal glitter, too pathetically obtuse to imagine that there are men like me who feel rhapsodic as screams of terror SUTURE their being to the victim's for a moment at the end of the "date." This  woman, the tenth, will deserve her CRIMSON DEATH.

written June 1, 2017, and entered in Laura Loo's Write Me Something Deep and Dark Contest

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017