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The Treehouse Some people say kids can be mean. I agree with that, we can be very, very mean. Not intentionaly, I swear, I did not mean to kill Lenore when I was just a kid, and I do fell sorry for her. She was younger than me, she was six, and I was ten. Forever I will regret suggesting for us to play in my treehouse that night. It was Halloween, and horror games were very popular among our friends then. We were playing a game, Lenore, me and other two kids who were Lenore's cousins, the game was called "Horror story", and we had to tell a story and act like the characters. My story involved a murder scene, and Lenore was my parter on the acting game

The HeadEvery night, when the moon rising I see,

a dark phantasmagoric breeze

whispers to me:

Remember the eyes you had to freeze!

Then I remember thee,

frozen now, for eternity.

I remember those cold eyes staring still,

those eyelids that will never close again,

those eyes filled with scary chill,

eyes that cried red tears of pain,

and cried in vain,

those cold eternally still eyes,

ill eyes, so ill that could never heal,

those eyes so still

like frozen dead lights, over the icy hill,

staring at me from their mutilated being,

staring forever, still,

covered in fair, pale skin, it was there

the decapitated head of the one I had to k

WineWhy thou keep on whining abouf life,

instead of drinking some red wine?

Yeah, the clouds were white

when they sang thine last childish songs,

now drink some wine,

'cause maybe the suicide's century was not so wrong

Isn't it great,

the sweet taste of grapes?

When the darkness takes over silence,

and thine soul it takes,

floating like ripped drapes,

and emptyness seems to never break...

...then fill thine soul with sweet wine,

feel the grape taste, so divine,

the great alcoholic taste,

then go completely high,

where emptyness has no place,

send thine mind to the sky...

The Sadistic PoemAt last, I finally open my victims' cheasts

slowly killing them for weeks,

cutting vein by vein, until there's nothing left

I laugh out loud as they get too weak

trying so survive, knowing they'll soon be dead

They desperatly shake the iron chains

and bleed, and scream, and cry

pleasing me with their pain,

they beg me, they don't wanna die!

The I just laugh, and slit another vein

I stare at the bloody empty spots, with red stains,

from where I've removed their empty hearts

I burn their blood, bursting out their veins

Murder, my masterpiece, the most macabre art!

They stare at me looking so scared,

their widened veiny eyes seem

Red Riding EyesOnce upon a time

there was a bloody knife,

which I used to cut off

my bloody red eyes.

I did not mind the pain,

eyes need to be free,

and that incredible red rain,

was the last thing I could see.

They wanted to escape,

and see no more

any sight of hatred,

as they did before.

And jumping through the woods,

they could not see they were blind,

looking for eye food,

darkness was all they could find.

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The Bloody-Looking Tree

by ~Whatsername2308, Dec 5, 2011, 6:42:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Visual & Found Poetry

Among the dark dense woods

there is an odd empty spot

where all is dead and nothing ever alive stood

Nothing there, but one strange tree

so dead no one would dare to see

its branches so terribly twisted

like broken bloody unhuman limbs

It had no leaves at all

or they all should fall

to be away from the scary living fruits

bloody eyes

Oh, horror! thousand human eyes

hanging by bloody veins

and dropping red liquid stains

should their pain ever die?

Veiny bloody eyes

so sorry not anymore blind

staring forever at the blinding darkness

where they can never hide

The Bloody-Looking Treeby ~Whatsername2308

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~Cherryred5 Feb 13, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

I really love this!

Can I post your poem on my website? [link]
I will post it with your deviant and blog.
If I can post it, what name do I use for you? Your nickname?

Thank you, and I hope to hear from you!

~Whatsername2308 Feb 26, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you for reading it, I'm glad you liked it!

Sure you can post it, you can use the name Amanda Leonardi, my real name.

Can you send me the post's link? I'd like very much to see my work published on a nice website, I really liked your website!

~Cherryred5 Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

Thank you!
And thanks for all the fave

Looks like we love the same things!

I think it will be published at the end of March. But I will let you know for sure.
Things are really busy, and I have a new co-writer so I have my hands full.

But I am really amassed with your work!

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