Miseries of a Devil's Issue
Poems of The Week
“A Poem a Day Keeps the Nut Cases Away”
Written on: 16th of November 2004 @ 10:04am
Beating the Devil at His Own Game
Whispering in her ear,
Telling her all the things he thinks she wants to hear.
But nothing that he means,
For he is smoking the greens.
Clutching her shoulder with his powerful grip,
As he gets out his whip.
Looking at the look of horror upon her face,
Getting excited oh what a disgrace.
A compelling scream,
As the blood starts to stream.
As she stands to her feet, looking this demon in the eye,
Feeling less afraid now, why?
Staring deeper into his eyes, looking at the man inside,
As he seems to want to hide, from all the things outside.
Got him figured out now, oh look how I can make him crumble,
He’s just another scoundrel,
Wanting to play the devil.
If you want to play, we can play,
Just will be to your dismay, as you will pay.
Making it into the bathroom now,
As he strolls in behind her calling her a “cow”.
Turning around, staring him down,
Oh won’t he be sorry, frown.
Getting angry, face turning red,
Smashing the mirror ahead,
Oh what’s that I see panic or Dred?
As things still lay unsaid,
And blood is shed.
The look of horror on his face, excites her,
As she pulls out the dagger,
Just this one last time what a thriller.
Beating and stabbing watching the blood gushing out,
As she starts to blackout,
Awakening without any warning,
Of what she’d been killing.
Looking deep into her disturbing insult,
And he has fallen as the result.
Picking herself up and leaving the room, without a second thought,
For she could be caught.
Leaving the house now, walking away without a doubt,
Before she starts to scream and shout.
Running now, as she starts to lose her breath,
Thinking of death.
Forgetting all the things she has done,
As she moves on in passion,
Never knowing that she had won.
Written By: Sheree Cooper
Aged: 20
“A Tragic yet Satisfying Accomplishment Even if I Must Say So Myself”
Written on: 15th of November 2004 @ 5:38pm
Darkened Angel
As she sits at the table,
Wondering if she is really capable.
Looking out the window in such awe,
It’s like she has lockjaw.
Her thoughts wonder off in another time,
Where she is barely nine.
Spirits are soaring,
As the night turns boring.
Blood is yet again on her mind,
She really needs to unwind.
The day seemed to pass her by,
As she didn’t seem to apply,
Her outcry was ignored,
For she was far from adored,
Know one seemed to care where she was stored,
She was yet another reward.
How sad things are when you are whored,
Feeling like another billboard.
A prize that anyone can claim,
But who is really to blame?
Is this only a game?
At her expense of shame.
As she thinks to herself, is it worth it anymore?
To be just another whore,
For someone else to score.
Finally realising the time,
She gets up from the table to complete the perfect crime.
Putting her make-up on now,
She wants to look her best for this vow.
She pledged her soul,
So she could be in control.
Her heart starts to beat louder,
As she’s about to murder.
Her pulse is starting to become ballistic,
As she walks down the road thinking “how tragic”.
Wanting revenge,
Only so she can avenge.
All the pain and hurt,
But is the vengeance worth the alert.
She’s made up her mind,
For he is going to be wined and dined.
The venomous kiss will shut him down,
He is going to drown.
Walking a little faster now,
As she will not allow.
Her plan won’t fail,
For she is female.
Seeing him in the distance,
Wondering if he knows the plan of vengeance,
Knowing all of his grievance,
As if it was a substance.
The time has come for the kiss of death,
She watches him as he takes his last breath.
Laughing in his face,
For there won’t be a trace of her embrace.
Looking down the road
Making sure she was not shadowed.
For this could be a problem,
She does not wish to be in stardom,
She was yet another victim,
Without the wisdom.
Now she has her vengeance,
At her own preference,
She will stay in silence,
About her complete brilliance,
Of her only violence.
Written By: Sheree Cooper
Aged: 20
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