Richard Ramirez Poems
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@nosebleedclub // mar. #1
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ocs as a siken poem
I was tagged by @greypetrel to do this uquiz for my oc’s, it’s been awhile since I’ve read any poetry so this was a lot of fun!!
tagging: @gvnseylike @melisusthewee @demandthedoodles @ansburg and anyone else who wants to do this. again, no pressure <3
Ashari Tabris
I Had a Dream About You
surrealist dream piece but in a very homoerotic and fluorescent lit way. reminds me of going to waffle house at three am with my friends, or late night road trips. about the idealization of the good wild moments you have with people you love but also about the harshness of living outside of those moments. also kind of about crime, which i think is sexy
bonus poem: The Worm King's Lullaby
Faye Hawke
Scheherazade
"Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake / and dress them in warm clothes again."
poem about the terrible and beautiful intensity of love. makes me feel like i'm sharing a space with a significant other and we have many new and beautiful moments together. and it doesn't fix everything but it makes it easier
bonus poem: Self-Portrait Against Red Wallpaper
Mori’na Lavellan
The Torn Up Road
"I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything."
poem about having a hard time, the kind of hard time where you don't want anybody to see you like this, but somebody is seeing you like this. and somebody is doing everything they can to help you but you are reckless and they are young and you both are just trying to get through it one day at a time.
bonus poem: Landscape With a Blur of Conquerors
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i do not believe in evil
but that man
his face after killing that woman
was blank with wide eyes
the kind of face
that embodies humanity's horrors.
those eyes
i fear that i shall never forget those eyes
the eyes of the devil.
he hid them
behind his charm and charisma
but they were always there
the eyes of the devil.
those eyes saw her die
they saw the suitcase
they saw the shovel
they saw the woods
they saw the grave
those sadistic eyes.
the eyes of the devil.
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🥳🥳🥳🤯🤯🤯🥳🥳🥳😏😏😏😃😃😃😃😃
STOOOOOOOOOOOKED 😆😆😆😆😆
THEY'RE DOING A CHUCKY HOUSE I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER BEEN ON A YEAR THAT THEY DID A CHUCKY HOUSE??!! (though i did go that one year where he took over the Terror Tram lololol that was so much fun ☺️☺️☺️)
Also can we just appreciate them doing not just the Phantom of the Opera, but also Jekyll and Hyde, the Invisible Man, and the Hunchback of Notre Dame??!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯
Like yes they always do a classic Universal Monsters house, but it's usually some combination of like Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, Bride of the Monster, the Wolfman, with something like Creature from the Black Lagoon or The Mummy thrown in every now and then.
THESE ARE ALL UNCOMMON ONES THEY'RE DOING THIS YEAR THOUGH, GOOD FOR THEM!! 👏👏👏🥳🥳🥳👏👏👏
Unrelated note, not super excited about the Terror Tram theme (like these mutated bugs who are people exterminators or something??) but I appreciate that they're doing something different, I'll give them credit for that 👍
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My tongue speaks the language of your fingertips. Central pocket loop whorl. The soft skin of my hips is a crime scene. Hollow my bones. Carve in hearts. Suck the juice out, let it oil the pads of your fingers. Luminol the bathroom.
-excerpt from ‘Chili Oil, Buttercream: On Crime Scenes and Wanting’ by E. (full poem can be found on my Instagram: soundofthecedar )
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Killers and Victims
I’ve gone through a few more courses on Skillshare on vocal performance and poetic writing. This exercise came after a very brief (and not so in-depth or insightful) course on writing open-verse or invented-form poetry. I also wanted to try out internal rhyming again in the third stanza. I already had the basic concept in mind after seeing videos calling out the romanticization of serial killers or giving general critiques of true-crime.
How exactly does a life go so
Grotesquely wrong and grotesquely slaughter other lives?
That is a question most worth revealing.
How do authorities meant to safeguard lives
Fail for far too long to stop the killings?
That is a question most worth revealing.
We can see the appeal of stories of true crime.
Yet a few women fawned
In the very same court in which
Ted Bundy faced his accusers!
Even now a few women
Post cherubic pastel sparkling
Scribbles of Jeffery Dahmer to the Web!
What stories do they hear?!
Have we heard enough from the lives silenced
Or the homes where they would never return?
The slayings left immense holes in these communities.
Imagine what stress remains with each survivor,
Imprinted in each survivor’s very flesh and bone.
Now imagine how to bring healing and justice,
Renewing the links of lives and voices in a golden ring.
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Aphrodite in a body bag
Face against porcelain pressed cool on her cheek
Heated at the poison he spat in her drink
And she’s franticly crawling tearing her skin off just to breathe
Let her breathe
Let her breathe
Take a step back love the commodity is talking
And she’s pretty I’ll give her that
She’s Aphrodite baby in a body bag
In a body bag
And she’s silly fingers caught in her hair
She’s Aphrodite baby dead in the gutter
Cigarette ash still on her lashes
Teeth scattered little pearls in the trash
She’s Aphrodite in a body bag
And now I hear
Girls chew on bunny feet for luck
Draw their silhouettes
On the concrete with chalk
Watch news reports like mama
That’s the dead girl what a star
I wanna be her when I grow up
And she’s pretty I’ll give her that
She’s Aphrodite baby in a body bag
In a body bag
And she’s silly fingers caught in her hair
She’s Aphrodite baby dead in the gutter
Cigarette ash still on her lashes
Teeth scattered little pearls in the trash
She’s Aphrodite in a body bag
She’s Aphrodite
Pretty still pretty dead
But pretty
She’s Aphrodite
And the media is cruel
Wait til the Interview
With her corpse like
Ok I know you’re dead but
Did you let him talk
You know, like did you walk the walk
Did they fuck
Did they fuck
Oh they definitely fucked yeah
If if if baby write her a list
Next time you should be less generous with your kiss
And I think she dies again every night
On the sidewalk showing off her pretty pinks lungs and guts and spine
And the rest of the time
She’s eating dirt at her 9 to 5
Oh what a dive
And she’s pretty I’ll give her that
She’s Aphrodite baby in a body bag
And she’s pretty I’ll give her that
She’s Aphrodite baby in a body bag
In a body bag
In in in a body bag
Yeah she’s silly fingers caught in her hair
She’s Aphrodite baby dead in the gutter
Dead dead dead dead
Cigarette ash still on her lashes
Teeth scattered little pearls in the trash
In the trash in the trash
She’s Aphrodite
She’s Aphrodite
She’s Aphrodite in a body bag
~ pavement kisses
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Diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend.
She was reading a book
Whilst enjoying a true crime show
Making darkly humorous musings
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend...."
But she found that statement to be
A bit false
She mused on why
She loved flowers
Though, she had a kind that
Which she was most fond of
The kind that "solved problems"
Murderesses, she knew,
Preferred clean, rather, "pretty" methods
Of getting the job done
Flowers are pretty
However, the ones she much loved
"Solved problems"
Diamonds are pretty
And she loved sparkly things
But, in darkly humorous musings,
She recalled her love
Of botanical gems
And true crime
Diamonds are the common girl's best friend
But, of course, "problem solving" plants
Are the true companions
Of murderesses
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Siege
When they came,Those sharks in uniform,I climbed atop my household raft,Fearing for my life,They came bearing gifts,Tokens of handcuffs and stingray barbs,I see their blue skins and bluer lights,Circling me,Stalking me,Smelling blood in the water,The curtains are my shield,With no oar I can only wield a house key,They want me to give up,To stop treading water,They keep using big words like…
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red blooded american murder
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Let the roots tangled with my sun bleached rib bones, glistening in the morning mildew. Let those feeble , withered twigs of calcium and cells feed a whole new life.
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escapril day 8: ____ as medicine
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Nuts
People go on
about the state of the economy,
whispering dread about perpetual inflation
and the importance of manufacturing on GDP,
the blockage of imports through foreign waters,
pirates, immigration, the Federal Bank,
artificial intelligence and deep fakes,
dark money infiltrating the court system,
neo-fascists attempting to overturn elections,
the influence of the World Monetary Fund
upon the advance of their 401K.
Bring on the apocalypse:
I just bought a case of Nutella.
-GeorgeFilip
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a woman dead
a purchased suitcase
a hidden corpse
a suspicious man
a lost night
a cold blooded murder.
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