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simple goals

live for tomorrow

hang onto till today 

make it through the night 

and find the light 

in the darkest sky's 

and have hope

 

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simple goals
live for tomorrow
hang onto till today 
make it through the night 
and find the light 
in the darkest sky's 
and have hope

 

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Beautiful heartbreak

gliding galaxy 

damnation dynasty 

ethereal electricity

fantastical fantasy 

heavenly hell

paradoxical passion 

cynical sadistic tunes 

raging ranging rays

of opportunity

glistening 

guilt 

bosomed 

bloomed feelings 

hiden in the breast 

cracked creavaes 

liquiatd love 

seeping through 

unwanted 

baggage 

weighing 

down the soul 

bearing the weight 

of worlds problems 

drowning in the water of tears 

screaming voices 

trapped in pandora's box 

callused 

words 

sore throat 

lozenge filled philosophy 

 of dont worry be happy 

shakespare tales 

of a love like no other 

winding stairs 

of glass 

withering and widdling 

down to pieces of 

shatterd dreams 

slipped on mask 

hiding faces 

of allured 

and empty filled 

wolves 

bearing the face of a sheep 

nails freshly sharpened 

nose protruded 

 to the smell 

of inncocent doll faced 

beauties 

waiting to be pounced 

chandlier strobes 

tightly woded on the 

neck of chiming clocks 

knives daintly 

placed in cake 

pressed in 

the cake bleeds frosting 

white thick 

caked on 

sugar flavored 

goodness 

waiting to be sucked in 

gowns gallored 

and adorned 

princes 

bearing crowns 

of price 

gold 

gods 

placed 

on the stands around the palace 

bony fingers 

shoved in rings of meanigless words of me and you holding tight to nothing 

smiles plastered on 

and molden to fit the scene 

arranged 

and timed scences 

altered to keep the storyline running 

puppeted humans 

moving to the same strings 

of the devil 

choked 

in thoughts of conformity 

pretty pink pastel kisses 

stained on glass mirrors 

and white roses 

unstained 

by the blood 

a boy makes a girl bleeds 

when he breaks her heart 

 

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Beautiful heartbreak
gliding galaxy 
damnation dynasty 
ethereal electricity
fantastical fantasy 
heavenly hell
paradoxical passion 
cynical sadistic tunes 
raging ranging rays
of opportunity
glistening 
guilt 
bosomed 
bloomed feelings 
hiden in the breast 
cracked creavaes 
liquiatd love 
seeping through 
unwanted 
baggage 
weighing 
down the soul 
bearing the weight 
of worlds problems 
drowning in the water of tears 
screaming voices 
trapped in pandora's box 
callused 
words 
sore throat 
lozenge filled philosophy 
 of dont worry be happy 
shakespare tales 
of a love like no other 
winding stairs 
of glass 
withering and widdling 
down to pieces of 
shatterd dreams 
slipped on mask 
hiding faces 
of allured 
and empty filled 
wolves 
bearing the face of a sheep 
nails freshly sharpened 
nose protruded 
 to the smell 
of inncocent doll faced 
beauties 
waiting to be pounced 
chandlier strobes 
tightly woded on the 
neck of chiming clocks 
knives daintly 
placed in cake 
pressed in 
the cake bleeds frosting 
white thick 
caked on 
sugar flavored 
goodness 
waiting to be sucked in 
gowns gallored 
and adorned 
princes 
bearing crowns 
of price 
gold 
gods 
placed 
on the stands around the palace 
bony fingers 
shoved in rings of meanigless words of me and you holding tight to nothing 
smiles plastered on 
and molden to fit the scene 
arranged 
and timed scences 
altered to keep the storyline running 
puppeted humans 
moving to the same strings 
of the devil 
choked 
in thoughts of conformity 
pretty pink pastel kisses 
stained on glass mirrors 
and white roses 
unstained 
by the blood 
a boy makes a girl bleeds 
when he breaks her heart 



 
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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse

the woman on the bench

 leaves blowing in the wind

angelic faces imprinted on clouds

fragile flowers tied in a bow

lilac cigars blowing smoke

taste buds tingled

red lips breathing in charcoal covered smoke

legs crossed and thigh agape

reflecting the light from the sun

crescent shaped marks on the back of her ankle

grass prickly and scared to graze against her skin

bench blackened and cold

raindrops balleting through the air

trees swayed and branches entangled in the forver type of love

I sat down by the river of Styx

and tilted a bottle to my lips

admired the smoke

that danced in the sky

her lips were tinged with sin

and sex

her breast breathing in out

heaved with thoughts

chained across

her neck was a cross

she fiddled with it cross

her neck

and bend her tobacco

lips down to the cross

and she shook

with tears

I sat down the river of Styx

and weighed out my sins

and tilted the bottle to my lip

and saw the reflection of myself

aging and degrading 

and shattering 

in my hand

as the bottle slipped from my hands

and the woman 

got up from the bench 

and sat down the river of styx 

and hummed 

a tune 

that 

went 

low 

and high 

insync 

with the sound 

of river 

and slowly she blurred from my mind 

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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse
the woman on the bench
 leaves blowing in the wind
angelic faces imprinted on clouds
fragile flowers tied in a bow
lilac cigars blowing smoke
taste buds tingled
red lips breathing in charcoal covered smoke
legs crossed and thigh agape
reflecting the light from the sun
crescent shaped marks on the back of her ankle
grass prickly and scared to graze against her skin
bench blackened and cold
raindrops balleting through the air
trees swayed and branches entangled in the forver type of love
I sat down by the river of Styx
and tilted a bottle to my lips
admired the smoke
that danced in the sky
her lips were tinged with sin
and sex
her breast breathing in out
heaved with thoughts
chained across
her neck was a cross
she fiddled with it cross
her neck
and bend her tobacco
lips down to the cross
and she shook
with tears
I sat down the river of Styx
and weighed out my sins
and tilted the bottle to my lip
and saw the reflection of myself
aging and degrading 
and shattering 
in my hand
as the bottle slipped from my hands
and the woman 
got up from the bench 
and sat down the river of styx 
and hummed 
a tune 
that 
went 
low 
and high 
insync 
with the sound 
of river 
and slowly she blurred from my mind 
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Tylasmith

heavy burdens

driving in the car the lights flashing 

the dark sky collide 

the broken pieces of soul hid 

underneath the smile 

of a little boy 

tight curls 

encased sercets 

chest heaved with thoughts 

his staravation of food 

throwen away at the age of 17 

he reaches up with hands

inncocent and knocks on the door of hope haven a homeless shelter 

but in gods eyes he murdered the cross 

His name is Will 

he buried his feelings 

in the holy scriptures

he took a shovel 

and threw his soul in there 

he put on a mask and wore himself so good no one saw behind his cracks 

his family felt so blessed to have such a happy little boy but a good christian 

little boy who was going to grow up and be like his father a good  pastor 

preaching words of god .

Will one day crawled out of bed in the middle of the night 

and went to church and got down on his knees and prayed so hard that his tears turned to blood and yelled god I can't do this anymore  , I can't fight the fight ,

brother john the owner of the church comes up to him and says bear your heavy to god and only then will you feel free.

and will did he told god how he was gay and how he unconditional loved god because he gave him a home to reside in his scriptures. 

driving in the car the lights flashing

the dark sky collide

the broken pieces of soul hid

underneath the smile

of a little boy

tight curls

encased sercets

chest heaved with thoughts 

will opens his mouth and exclaims 

dad and mom and places his hands on his parents hands 

and says I'm Gay 

his dad eyes boil with blood " because his son isn't a man "

his mom eyes soft with sadness because she won't "have any grandchildren of her own"

and they open their mouth dry and cracked with hatred  and reply I am sorry son but you to have to leave this is unexpecatble you are digusting you are fithy you are a pussy , booty buster, you are the son of the devil, your really not gay its just a phase, I was too soft on you son wasn't I ,

his parents stabbing daggers in his heart god damn it he was already broken 

he was just gay he was the same boy his name is still will all it has attached is an adjective to describe but to his parents he wasn't will he was a homosapien 

he got his bags and walked to the homeless shelter with a gun in his pocket 

and knocked on the door 

and the door never opened 

god rejected him 

his parents did 

so the next thing he did was deny his right to live 

his life the way he wanted 

he pushed the gun in his ear

and pulled the trigger

he already died.........

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Tylasmith
heavy burdens
driving in the car the lights flashing 
the dark sky collide 
the broken pieces of soul hid 
underneath the smile 
of a little boy 
tight curls 
encased sercets 
chest heaved with thoughts 
his staravation of food 
throwen away at the age of 17 
he reaches up with hands
inncocent and knocks on the door of hope haven a homeless shelter 
but in gods eyes he murdered the cross 
His name is Will 
he buried his feelings 
in the holy scriptures
he took a shovel 
and threw his soul in there 
he put on a mask and wore himself so good no one saw behind his cracks 
his family felt so blessed to have such a happy little boy but a good christian 
little boy who was going to grow up and be like his father a good  pastor 
preaching words of god .
Will one day crawled out of bed in the middle of the night 
and went to church and got down on his knees and prayed so hard that his tears turned to blood and yelled god I can't do this anymore  , I can't fight the fight ,
brother john the owner of the church comes up to him and says bear your heavy to god and only then will you feel free.
and will did he told god how he was gay and how he unconditional loved god because he gave him a home to reside in his scriptures. 
driving in the car the lights flashing
the dark sky collide
the broken pieces of soul hid
underneath the smile
of a little boy
tight curls
encased sercets
chest heaved with thoughts 
will opens his mouth and exclaims 
dad and mom and places his hands on his parents hands 
and says I'm Gay 
his dad eyes boil with blood " because his son isn't a man "
his mom eyes soft with sadness because she won't "have any grandchildren of her own"
and they open their mouth dry and cracked with hatred  and reply I am sorry son but you to have to leave this is unexpecatble you are digusting you are fithy you are a pussy , booty buster, you are the son of the devil, your really not gay its just a phase, I was too soft on you son wasn't I ,
his parents stabbing daggers in his heart god damn it he was already broken 
he was just gay he was the same boy his name is still will all it has attached is an adjective to describe but to his parents he wasn't will he was a homosapien 
he got his bags and walked to the homeless shelter with a gun in his pocket 
and knocked on the door 
and the door never opened 
god rejected him 
his parents did 
so the next thing he did was deny his right to live 
his life the way he wanted 
he pushed the gun in his ear
and pulled the trigger
he already died.........
#loveislove  #lgbt  #beingwhouare  #dedicatedtotroy 
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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Depression

the thoughts are heavy 

the suicidal frequency 

is messing with my soundwaves 

with all the truth I have shed 

I have only a drop of blood 

left 

my velvet stained sleeves baptized in the blood of my broken done heart 

my crimson ink 

drying up and emotionally numb

I don't want to hurt myself 

I just want to silence these thoughts 

the rain cloud is thick and heavy 

pouring liquated metal 

atrophying in my cocoon 

of feelings 

turn hard 

heart going in a fetal position 

hands enfolded across my breast 

laying my soul 

to rest 

the angel of life 

has to come and finally 

tilt my eyelids shut 

my skin 

going cold 

slowly pulling the sheets 

over my head 

and cry 

and I beg you to let me out of this hell

help me please 

I can't keep holding on 

the fight is too much 

the darkness 

crawling and suck all 

of my breath 

swallowing 

the last 

gulp 

of the crisp 

a thick and opaque air of depression 

raining a rainfall of 

tears 

flooding up the room 

tears flowing 

streaming 

into the river 

of old tears 

heart feels heavy 

like it's drowning 

to the pit 

of disparity 

and unworthiness 

my stomached 

bursting 

to the gut 

with thoughts 

and emotion 

that i can't get out

pushing my fingers down 

my throat until

I puke up these feelings 

till I taste the puke 

of tasteless 

words 

taste buds tinged and taste of 

depression

eyes grey and still -born and drained 

of its light 

the smile that was there disappeared 

the voices sound like the demons in my head 

depression this transgression

that I can't get rid of 

this thorn in the flesh 

that makes it hard 

for me to get out 

of bed 

thoughts 

arthic 

faith 

of things will get better 

heart beat is stagnant 

Tyla you don't want to hurt yourself 

Tyla your not suicidal

put the knife down 

put it down 

I have to kill myself 

they said I have too 

who the voices 

in my head 

they said if I don't kill myself 

I would be a liar 

and letting depression down 

and you don't want to let depression 

down because it will just get nothing but worse 

come on 

your better than this 

you fought the voices each time 

you can fight them 

go to the ring 

and give em hell 

she tried to hang herself on the same rope that she used to hang on for hope 

until it snapped in half  just like her mind 

 

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Depression
the thoughts are heavy 
the suicidal frequency 
is messing with my soundwaves 
with all the truth I have shed 
I have only a drop of blood 
left 
my velvet stained sleeves baptized in the blood of my broken done heart 
my crimson ink 
drying up and emotionally numb
I don't want to hurt myself 
I just want to silence these thoughts 
the rain cloud is thick and heavy 
pouring liquated metal 
atrophying in my cocoon 
of feelings 
turn hard 
heart going in a fetal position 
hands enfolded across my breast 
laying my soul 
to rest 
the angel of life 
has to come and finally 
tilt my eyelids shut 
my skin 
going cold 
slowly pulling the sheets 
over my head 
and cry 
and I beg you to let me out of this hell
help me please 
I can't keep holding on 
the fight is too much 
the darkness 
crawling and suck all 
of my breath 
swallowing 
the last 
gulp 
of the crisp 
a thick and opaque air of depression 
raining a rainfall of 
tears 
flooding up the room 
tears flowing 
streaming 
into the river 
of old tears 
heart feels heavy 
like it's drowning 
to the pit 
of disparity 
and unworthiness 
my stomached 
bursting 
to the gut 
with thoughts 
and emotion 
that i can't get out
pushing my fingers down 
my throat until
I puke up these feelings 
till I taste the puke 
of tasteless 
words 
taste buds tinged and taste of 
depression
eyes grey and still -born and drained 
of its light 
the smile that was there disappeared 
the voices sound like the demons in my head 
depression this transgression
that I can't get rid of 
this thorn in the flesh 
that makes it hard 
for me to get out 
of bed 
thoughts 
arthic 
faith 
of things will get better 
heart beat is stagnant 
Tyla you don't want to hurt yourself 
Tyla your not suicidal
put the knife down 
put it down 
I have to kill myself 
they said I have too 
who the voices 
in my head 
they said if I don't kill myself 
I would be a liar 
and letting depression down 
and you don't want to let depression 
down because it will just get nothing but worse 
come on 
your better than this 
you fought the voices each time 
you can fight them 
go to the ring 
and give em hell 
she tried to hang herself on the same rope that she used to hang on for hope 
until it snapped in half  just like her mind 
 
#poetry  #spirituality  #mentalillness  #hangingfromthethreadofhope  #hearingvoices 
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Remember the supreme sexiness of crafting me ditties about laundry, taxes and going to the dentist? Well, damn--this is going to be a bit boring by comparison. Write me a sweet, neat love poem or story set in the most maudlin or repulsive of situations or settings. Tag me in the comments, please. #loveamongstthestench
Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse

farmers love story

were knee-deep 

in cow manure 

two weeds 

bright golden dandlions 

with green eyes 

growing 

from the crap of cows butt 

are noeses tinged with burning scent 

of feces 

roses wafted smell 

enter my nose 

overalls 

dirtied and wiped with sweat 

and must 

hair strungled 

and pieces of manure tangled 

in my hair 

your body coverd 

in plaid 

your shirt 

slightly opened at the chest 

his  face dripping with sweat 

as he watching you bend down 

and throw that manure into the pile 

his eyes curved and cut 

to a 90 degree angle 

your breating effortlessy 

trapped in this moment 

you run your hands threw 

your hair 

and bit your lip

his mind is racing 

you put the shovel down 

and lead him 

to shed 

with your eyes 

you wink at him 

and his eyes 

are playing plinko with your body 

you and him 

fall hard into the hay 

rummaging 

and grabbing 

your lips meeting mine 

you unknowlingly breathed carbon dixiode in me 

I  lost my air in your atmosphere  

now I can't breathe with out you 

we were just knee-deep

in cow manure

two weeds

bright golden dandlions

with green eyes

growing

from the crap of cows butt 

flowers don't grow from shit 

only weeds do .........

 

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Written by Tylasmith in portal Poetry & Free Verse
farmers love story
were knee-deep 
in cow manure 
two weeds 
bright golden dandlions 
with green eyes 
growing 
from the crap of cows butt 
are noeses tinged with burning scent 
of feces 
roses wafted smell 
enter my nose 
overalls 
dirtied and wiped with sweat 
and must 
hair strungled 
and pieces of manure tangled 
in my hair 
your body coverd 
in plaid 
your shirt 
slightly opened at the chest 
his  face dripping with sweat 
as he watching you bend down 
and throw that manure into the pile 
his eyes curved and cut 
to a 90 degree angle 
your breating effortlessy 
trapped in this moment 
you run your hands threw 
your hair 
and bit your lip
his mind is racing 
you put the shovel down 
and lead him 
to shed 
with your eyes 
you wink at him 
and his eyes 
are playing plinko with your body 
you and him 
fall hard into the hay 
rummaging 
and grabbing 
your lips meeting mine 
you unknowlingly breathed carbon dixiode in me 
I  lost my air in your atmosphere  
now I can't breathe with out you 
we were just knee-deep
in cow manure
two weeds
bright golden dandlions
with green eyes
growing
from the crap of cows butt 
flowers don't grow from shit 
only weeds do .........




 

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cherry pie

cherry pie galore 

sweet succulent sexiness 

dying to be spliced 

to be spilt and half 

dripping drops of red syrup

 juices 

mouth wet

fingers fumbling

and trembling 

as reaching to touch it 

afraid to break its crust 

and dangerous figure 

unveiled beauty 

eyes widen 

and thoughts 

are murderous 

lips being licked 

finger swirling in the red sea 

bloody juices dribbling down 

the chin

sugary sweet 

liquated heaven 

eyes rolling in the back of head 

as its gently placed on your plate 

into your mouth

mouth agaped and whipped cream 

squirted in your mouth 

what you didn't expect 

after you get your cherry pie 

the server dipping in your mouth 

and says to you with a white toothed smile 

thats how I like to taste my cherry pie 

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cherry pie
cherry pie galore 
sweet succulent sexiness 
dying to be spliced 
to be spilt and half 
dripping drops of red syrup
 juices 
mouth wet
fingers fumbling
and trembling 
as reaching to touch it 
afraid to break its crust 
and dangerous figure 
unveiled beauty 
eyes widen 
and thoughts 
are murderous 
lips being licked 
finger swirling in the red sea 
bloody juices dribbling down 
the chin
sugary sweet 
liquated heaven 
eyes rolling in the back of head 
as its gently placed on your plate 
into your mouth
mouth agaped and whipped cream 
squirted in your mouth 
what you didn't expect 
after you get your cherry pie 
the server dipping in your mouth 
and says to you with a white toothed smile 
thats how I like to taste my cherry pie 
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Memories of unrequited love
Written by Tylasmith in portal Romance & Erotica

what i would do for you

allusion of words 

seeing everything through a mirror 

holding unto the veins 

that connect my heart to yours 

delusional thoughts 

of forever 

crawling in your tears 

and showering 

with you 

under the rain of the diaster she caused 

holding up the sun 

at the end of every rainbow 

that she created at the end of this storm she created 

being your crag on the mountain she made you walk 

kissing every boo-boo  and cut 

on your heart 

that she gave you 

holding up the wall of your world 

with my two hands 

preventing it from falling on you 

constant rebuilding of the home 

me and you 

created in the comfort of friendship and darkness 

laying you to bed of fairytales 

of a prince and princess 

to prevent your heart from going cold 

constantly running to the cracks 

of your world trying to fix it

and glueing every hole 

and create a world where you can stand 

and reconginze how you dont need her 

when you got me 

I watch your lips when you say my name 

wishing you would put my name to my lips 

your tears dropping from your face everytime 

you say her name 

I run underneath your face 

and try to catch every tear 

I am your cane 

when you can't stand 

I am your blanket on lonely nights 

I am your home 

when your homeless 

I am pumping and bleeding 

for you 

my veins getting goosebumps 

everytime I hear your voice 

my skin heating up 

but cools so quickly everytime you say her name 

but I am still here 

picking up the broken 

glass from the vase 

she broke over your head 

and bending down and picking  out 

every piece of her 

even though I love you, 

I would still 

 create a fairytale for you 

just to see you happy 

even if  your not with me 

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Memories of unrequited love
Written by Tylasmith in portal Romance & Erotica
what i would do for you
allusion of words 
seeing everything through a mirror 
holding unto the veins 
that connect my heart to yours 
delusional thoughts 
of forever 
crawling in your tears 
and showering 
with you 
under the rain of the diaster she caused 
holding up the sun 
at the end of every rainbow 
that she created at the end of this storm she created 
being your crag on the mountain she made you walk 
kissing every boo-boo  and cut 
on your heart 
that she gave you 
holding up the wall of your world 
with my two hands 
preventing it from falling on you 
constant rebuilding of the home 
me and you 
created in the comfort of friendship and darkness 
laying you to bed of fairytales 
of a prince and princess 
to prevent your heart from going cold 
constantly running to the cracks 
of your world trying to fix it
and glueing every hole 
and create a world where you can stand 
and reconginze how you dont need her 
when you got me 
I watch your lips when you say my name 
wishing you would put my name to my lips 
your tears dropping from your face everytime 
you say her name 
I run underneath your face 
and try to catch every tear 
I am your cane 
when you can't stand 
I am your blanket on lonely nights 
I am your home 
when your homeless 
I am pumping and bleeding 
for you 
my veins getting goosebumps 
everytime I hear your voice 
my skin heating up 
but cools so quickly everytime you say her name 
but I am still here 
picking up the broken 
glass from the vase 
she broke over your head 
and bending down and picking  out 
every piece of her 
even though I love you, 
I would still 
 create a fairytale for you 
just to see you happy 
even if  your not with me 
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Write a story about a person on the edge.
Written by Tylasmith in portal Horror & Thriller

can't breathe

creaking walls 

bloody hands 

murderous lips 

white tissue stuck in betwen the teeth 

skin peeled back 

knife dragged through the skin 

body limp and lifeless 

rope tightend around the neck 

her hands murderous 

dipped in the hands of boiled blood 

predmediated murder 

painting on the wall 

little girls 

dressed in white 

one draw 

and unfinished 

her hair ginger curls 

her eyes green 

her skin pale 

her dress 

longer than the others 

in her hand is a knife 

stabbed in the eyes 

of a boy 

one who is similar in look 

but is painted as just a mere baby 

whistles around the corners 

of your name 

light dancing on the walls 

white walls peeling back

busting 

with intensines 

that look as if they have been teethed on 

dead children pacted 

and nailed to the board of the wall 

eyes sullen 

and tattoed on there skin 

are your names 

you killed them 

you stabbed them 

look at your hand 

your holding the knife 

why did you 

to push the knife in them 

what did they do 

to deserve this?

there staring at you 

there saying help me 

help me 

you pierced daggers in 

their eyes 

you looked down at their merciless bodies 

and toke them out of there mercy 

and stabbed them in the heart 

to quicken the process 

you slipped each body in a straight jacket 

you boarded them in the walls of your house 

why do you think your walls have bulges in them ?

go get the knife and peel off the paint 

and discover your skins 

I didn't kill them 

you did 

your a murder 

you got up late 

and went on a rampage 

you killed them 

your mind was insync with the devil 

you tried to rip the knife 

from meeting theese poor helpless vitims 

you tried to kill yourself 

to avoid the consiceneces 

of guilt 

you heard there voices 

you kept stabbing and watching them cough up the blood 

of your sins 

you hands no matter how much you wash your hands 

you can never watch off the smell of blood 

it tinges your noise 

and causes you to drop the red bottle of wine in your hand 

you mouth stained cherry red 

you throw your head back 

and pull your hair back 

and throw up over the toilet 

blood 

the walls peel back 

there souls come from the wall 

and reach around your neck and choke 

you 

the rope tied around your neck 

hands dipped in cold blood 

your sprawled on the floor of your bedroom

it was meant to look like succide 

but it was really murder 

he was hearing voices 

the voices are what killed him 

but you are what made it worse 

you told him 

to kill the voices 

so he killed them 

he pulled the rope tighter around his neck until he couldn't breath  

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Write a story about a person on the edge.
Written by Tylasmith in portal Horror & Thriller
can't breathe
creaking walls 
bloody hands 
murderous lips 
white tissue stuck in betwen the teeth 
skin peeled back 
knife dragged through the skin 
body limp and lifeless 
rope tightend around the neck 
her hands murderous 
dipped in the hands of boiled blood 
predmediated murder 
painting on the wall 
little girls 
dressed in white 
one draw 
and unfinished 
her hair ginger curls 
her eyes green 
her skin pale 
her dress 
longer than the others 
in her hand is a knife 
stabbed in the eyes 
of a boy 
one who is similar in look 
but is painted as just a mere baby 
whistles around the corners 
of your name 
light dancing on the walls 
white walls peeling back
busting 
with intensines 
that look as if they have been teethed on 
dead children pacted 
and nailed to the board of the wall 
eyes sullen 
and tattoed on there skin 
are your names 
you killed them 
you stabbed them 
look at your hand 
your holding the knife 
why did you 
to push the knife in them 
what did they do 
to deserve this?
there staring at you 
there saying help me 
help me 
you pierced daggers in 
their eyes 
you looked down at their merciless bodies 
and toke them out of there mercy 
and stabbed them in the heart 
to quicken the process 
you slipped each body in a straight jacket 
you boarded them in the walls of your house 
why do you think your walls have bulges in them ?
go get the knife and peel off the paint 
and discover your skins 
I didn't kill them 
you did 
your a murder 
you got up late 
and went on a rampage 
you killed them 
your mind was insync with the devil 
you tried to rip the knife 
from meeting theese poor helpless vitims 
you tried to kill yourself 
to avoid the consiceneces 
of guilt 
you heard there voices 
you kept stabbing and watching them cough up the blood 
of your sins 
you hands no matter how much you wash your hands 
you can never watch off the smell of blood 
it tinges your noise 
and causes you to drop the red bottle of wine in your hand 
you mouth stained cherry red 
you throw your head back 
and pull your hair back 
and throw up over the toilet 
blood 
the walls peel back 
there souls come from the wall 
and reach around your neck and choke 
you 
the rope tied around your neck 
hands dipped in cold blood 
your sprawled on the floor of your bedroom
it was meant to look like succide 
but it was really murder 
he was hearing voices 
the voices are what killed him 
but you are what made it worse 
you told him 
to kill the voices 
so he killed them 
he pulled the rope tighter around his neck until he couldn't breath  




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I have been feeling so very dull and uninspired lately, I challenge you to write a prompt for me to do. Be sure to tag me! I will try to complete as many as I can.
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let your mind guide you

let your subconscious lead you write about the first thing that pops in your head 

and let it guide you and create a poem about what popped in your head and the feeling 

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I have been feeling so very dull and uninspired lately, I challenge you to write a prompt for me to do. Be sure to tag me! I will try to complete as many as I can.
Written by Tylasmith
let your mind guide you
let your subconscious lead you write about the first thing that pops in your head 
and let it guide you and create a poem about what popped in your head and the feeling 
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