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The Grand: Act 1: The Curse of Skye

***WARNING*** the following content contains themes of self-harm and may be sensitive to some audiences. The content below is not deemed suitable for children.

 

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The scene was a collapse of the mind. It was no fit of rage, or some unfounded self-torture; the boy had ...

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walking

"i know how to walk from here to there" 

okay, i muse back, 

"so walk through fires with me, walk through" 

i cant. i never have been able to. 

the places that i walk from are the mouths of cavernous houses. 

and from them ive only just realised i can leave.

"i will give you wings and a heart and a lust for the finer things"

good, i need an incentive.

"but you must act upon...

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hear it now!

if you show yourself to me 

i will disappear under the vastness of linen filled lines.

i will run through clouded streets until my legs give way. 

if you loan yourself to me 

the farthest hills out yonder 

arent far enough for me. 

the distance to be put 'tween us 

by me, 

must be longer than the wizened vines that grow from your mothers childhood home. 

must be wider th...

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sure

i miss the child i was at 17. 

i miss 17, i miss missing, i miss loving nothing. 

i miss wanting to feel and not being old enough to get it yet.

i miss thinking i was emotionally literate. 

im 19. 

nineteen. 

i am still a baby, a kid, a viriginal chalice not yet ready to be drunk from.

there is no slow down, you crazy child when it comes to me. 

my onlookers wince as i choo...

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big girls don't cry except when it is absolutely not the right time to do so.

am i hungry or has the pit returned.

that stupid fucking pit.

its an eternal loop, circling in and out of itself.

floating dead centre in my gut.

particles of another girl explode and expand out of it, 

overcome by this strange girl from the strange world.

i weep on my mothers lap, 

i retch over porcelin, patterned.

seeing my sister for the first time in weeks, 

she glow...

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don't hmu.

youre a good little girl,

he types.

youre submissive arent you, 

he moans, over text.

he expects a beguiled, 

blushing emoji in response.

what he gets is three dots and an empty silence so loud he remembers what he is.

a greasy teen (21 years of age).

a lusty manchild looking for another child. 

he tells me im a cute and submissive girl, 

with luscious milk bags. 

...

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I couldn't think of another stanza

curled on a velvet chair

in a darkening room

is a monstorous teen. 

outside the blackening,

is a fading pink sky.

the clouds within whisper to shepards, 

"Delighted I Hope"

and on the highest grassy hills,

the shepards face eternity.

 

 

 

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you know the bliss of evil

i've seen the smallest, tall creatures be eaten alive from the inside.

a quick glance to the left and under the bed will tell you all you need to know. 

the festering, rotten bed frame.

assembled by the very thing that chained me onto it for years.

but when i finally broke my own chords, vocal and the ones restraining,

another creature crawled from under the bed and took my place. 

...

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immature in elementary

i'm choosing to forget the stick and poke image, 

of myself in my head. 

my likeness is one i want to be liked. 

the stick and poke is immature and elementary. 

think your high school aquaintance,

who always wanted a tattoo. 

but 15 was still too young. 

so they mutilated the innocent skin of their thighs. 

the mutliated image of my body, my face, my ugly wretched soul

b...

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star shaped stickers

when i see the girls who match my soft body,

when i see them wear the skirts, the tshirts, you know the ones.

well when i see them, i feel as though i must reach through to the other side

of the screen that seperates and give them a star shaped sticker. 

the stickers that, while they got their flowers, we coveted on our walls. 

it's awkwardly awkward trying to explain this to anothe...

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a bang trim

to feel as if one has emerged from a cloud of dust each time they wake, has to mean a great deal. 

it's what's on your mind, as you duet with the girl on the other side of your headphones. 

it must feel like the brightening of the day, the singing of the earliest bird, the sweat after the fight.

at least this is what you think to yourself. 

for you it means to be able to run two steps ...

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Hazel Valley Fever

This light begins heating

And worn now

Days wont bring back the subconscious feeling of love

To the foreground

Exhausted with wings

"What is the deadline?" She asked.

"It's troubling"

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

I miss you so much

 

So when the night draws

The day is paint thinner

Psychosis pulls back your...

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{Evil Venom}

{Evil Venom}

 


Your venom is like an evil

wicked snake knocking

at the door saying let me

in because I am the devil

and as I try to run from

the devil knocking at the

door because I can't

escape myself it's like

holding a shotgun to my

head and pulling the trigger

while blowing my brains

out all over you pussy ass

bitches while saying hot

damn you hav...

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Fear

{Fear} 

 

 


The morning dew is

on my shoes the birds

are chirping and singing

their tunes as the

morning sun brightens

up the sky with warm

crisper air that made

you take a deep breath

into your lungs waiting

to exhale 

 


And 

I fear 

 


And as the birds goes

silent and the clouds

went a dark bluish gray

with the sun gone

behind t...

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The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul

{The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul} 

 


The darkness within us

is feeding us constant

painful death cries that

sometimes sound's so bitter 

sweet to our ears as they slowly

bleed red-white-blue while

being covered in blackish

gothic tattoos 

 

 

But as the silent lies makes

us want to continue to cry out

in that gothic tattooed pain as we

merely t...

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She Died And I Died To

{She Died And I Died To}

 

 

She was a beautiful 
woman that I got
attached to very
quickly because she 
would write little 
poems that was like 
a visionary fairytale 
of what life could be
for me and her

 


But then my beautiful 
beauty got really bad 
sick as the day's 
passed into the 
darkest hours of the 
nights my heart was 
breaking into to see
her like this ...

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Erotic Naughty Poems

(Eroitc Naughty Poems)

 

 

 

He walks in from work with his shirt draping off his rock hard body that has me looking straight at him in his eyes while locking on with his eyes then I start to twist and bitting my tongue and lips while licking them wanting to taste his body on my lips and you can't take it anymore I get up walking over to him while doing a sexy stripper walk dance while...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)

Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)

 

 

My heart is hurting because I left something extra special behind in beautiful Havana 

 

 

 

​​​​​​He was a tall tan skinned man that was a tall glass of water that kept thrusting for him day and night and I think I am about ready to lose my mind because of that man in Havana 

 

 

And as I need and want Havana to appe...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie)

Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie) 

 

 

 


(Doobie-Doobie)


When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe 




And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one mor...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #48 (His Fine Self)

Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #48 (His Fine Self) 

 

 

 

 

His fine self 

Had my heart bumping, thumping to the never ending thirst of his endless muscles that was rippling like the ocean waters beneath our feet touching every base of my body that had me longing for you to touch me all over my body because it aches for you and do you wanna reach for the never ending thirst fo...

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Albert Lemmon Sees The End.

The world don't end the way y'all think it do.
It ain't no alien invasions, or no world wars or no crap like that. And it ain't no natural disasters or prophecies neither... 
And, it wasn't really all the way over when it seemed to be all over. 
Trust me, the end was only just beginnin'...
Let me tell it how I seen it, again and again. It was 0930 on Monday, July the 4th, in the year 2,067A.D....

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Original Short StoryBy Javis TobiasFictionEnd Of Days

Jitters

She woke up with jitters

Drenched in sweat were her clothes

She didn't know what had happened

Watching all around, into darkness she tore

 

Something was causing the goosebumps

On her hands and the back of her neck

She chose to ponder around

Ignoring the sirens in her head

 

"I did have some friends with me

What were their names?"

Her mind was a mess

Was she ...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #33 {Ignoramus You}

{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #33} {Ignoramus You} 

 

 

 

Why are you

such a ignoramus

person in this life? 

Because you seem

to be a smart

person in general 

but now I am

wondering about

that `n` I don't

deal with 

ignoramus people

either you want to

chat or just keep

on ignoring me like

you have been doing

`n` it's strange how

you ...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #23 {Lucifer}

{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #23} {Lucifer} 

 

 

Lucifer is rising

faster than the

heavenly father `n` 

his angel's cannot his

lustful, sinful hands

of Lucifer as he grabs

your soulless souls

to bring you down

to his level `n` to his

burning hellish throne

for that one mistake

that everyone has

made as we perish

`n` fade away into

the darkne...

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Let These Boot's Do The Walking

{Let These Boot's Do The Walking} 

 

 

Little darling you

have walked all

over my ?

heart for it seems

to be like a

million year's or

more now and 

now it's high

time for these

boots to do the

walking all 

over your ?

heart and face

and then before

I am done I

will stomp your

? heart and

face into this

dang southern

ground that I

...

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I Will Not Let You Beat Me Down

{I Will Not Let You Beat Me Down} 

 

 

Darling I won't

let you beat me

down and it's

high time that

this cowgirl 

picks herself back

up off of the

ground and get

to moving on

down the long

lonesome road as

I kick the hell

out them blues

you have got me

going through

and now it's time

to forget all 

about you 

little

darling 

 

...

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In The Big House Now

{In The Big House Now} 

 

 

Well here I am

sitting in the big

? house now

and I can't 

escapefrom in

here and oh 

shit what do

I say now {oh

yes you best 

bringyour ass

down here to 

bail me the hell 

out of the big

? house now} 

 

 

 

 

©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover 12/06/2017 all rights reserved 

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No Guarantees

{No Guarantees}

 

 

 

There's no guarantees

that you actually ever

loved me at all




And 




There's no guarantees

that you was even

worth my tears over

these year's 




And I'm not gonna cry

and I sure as hell ain't

gonna shed no more

tears for you since

you left me to be with

her and tore my world

apart while breaking and

wreckin...

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She's Trying

{She's Trying}

 



She's trying to forget: 
 



She's trying truly to

force herself to

forget about the

conversations

between them

 



She's trying so hard

to forget his voice 




She's trying to forget

how he made her laugh

even though she felt like

she's was dying on

the inside 




She's trying to forget

all the beautiful

romance...

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The Awaited Love Of A Lifetime

{The Awaited Love Of A Lifetime}

 

 


This shy girl awaited

for the love of her

lifetime to come a

long into her lonely

life that made this 

delicate ? rose

stays so closed off

to the outside world

around her and even

more so to men

because the way she

has been hurt before

so she closed the 

doors for finding her 

love of a lifetime and

she me...

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Black ? Sheep

{Black ? Sheep} 

 

 

As the black ? sheep is an outcast in your eyes 

 

 

But if that black ? sheep gets the chance they will be the one's leading the pack 

 

 

Because they can only with stand so much hurt and pain until one day they will strike you without warning they will deploy a decoy to get you to believe them and having you hooked like reading a old romantic book...

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Hillbillies

{Hillbillies}

 

Hillbillies we are now entering the estate of losing our hillbilly head's as we are gonna be the one's standing tall at the end as we watch the world fall like sickened weakened match stick's being broken at the nation's expense as we as hillbillies by our blood we shall shed all the other one's not worthy of life and you call us white trash but far from that because we are t...

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Feeling's Of Being Stalked

{Feeling's Of Being Stalked}

 

People in our society thinks it's okay to say they have a romantic relationship when you are stalking them showing up at certain places that they are at and then lurking around their homes or job 

 

 

And would you please tell me if that's not stalking I'll kiss your assets~{ass} 

 

 

Because you are crazier than I thought in the first place 

...

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Blue Flare

~~Orphan phantom all alone
Within reach from dusk till dawn
Scuttling limbs of Arthropods
Play the harmonious earthly cords
Bitter velvet in water’s core
Chanting monks, four by four
Angelic screams jogs the storm
As hounding harps rabbits their form
Burning icebergs cremating ghoul
Ecstatic mermaids make love to fools
Travellers boat, companion Charon
Spring has lost to Persophone
Ele...

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Pickles and Porkpie

Pickles and Porkpie

Relished a picnic

Under a sunken tree.

They happily hobnobbed

With Chutney and Cheddar

And gossiped with gallons

Of tea! :)

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Short Story - The Last Meal of The Condemned

I know it's not poetry, but I have performed it once, so I hope that makes it okay. My short story The Last Meal of the Condemned is available to read online at Litro:

http://www.litro.co.uk/2014/07/the-last-meal-of-the-condemned

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Rain Dancers

The window wide open,
I look to the street
And listen to raindrops
Sporadically beat.
The splitter and splatter
Of dancing on slate,
The light slowly dimming,
The time getting late.
They shimmy down drainpipes
And glide down the pane,
Pirouette off the people
Protected from rain,
In waterproof raincoats
With hoods fastened tight,
Like rain is so vicious
With deadliest bite.
But her...

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Christmas Message

You write for royal occassions, dear,
Tell rich folk what they want to hear;
That our soldiers do not die
For oil or US apple pie,
Uranium or Caspian gas;
That come what may, you'll kiss their arse;
That soldier boys and girls don't kill,
So that the rich can have more still.

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