Slender ManI was not always like this
This body isn't mine.
I changed when I was sent there-
My payment of his fine.
My arms, there's far too many.
My face has disappeared.
I've come to the conclusion
I'm something to be feared.
My woods are dark and lonely.
People come here sometimes.
They walk along the dark roads
Just taking their sweet time.
Often they find strange pictures
Of terrifying things
I attempt to help them but
I cannot stand their screams.
The static noise just follows,
They hear it, look, and run.
I guess my debt's been paid,
Because now I have no one.
we're legal murderers.how to love a writer:we're legal murderers.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
will turn your passion
into works of extended metaphors
for death and decay,
slipping you scars
served sunny-side-up because,
hey, we all want to be
writers want someone, anyone
(usually the wrong one,
because pain sells more than
to try and pour cement
into the dents inside them
until they realize that they're really just
located in the wrong side of town
that cannot be repaired.
that is what we do.
we break people
for a living.
SlenderDon't let the children out today,Slender4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a slender man.
He stands in shadows waiting,
Always there, always watching.
It is the slender man we fear,
This faceless evil creeping near.
Don't let the children out today.
the skin on my bones, the sun on my fingers.at 8:54 p.m., i realizethe skin on my bones, the sun on my fingers.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i love you more
than the sun loves the moon,
and the sand and shells,
than the wind loves the
i love you like
i love the last drag
of a cigarette,
the humming of the air
before a thunderstorm
i love you like
i love my blankets after
work, like i love my habit
of turning off
every single light
before i go to
you are more
than how the sky looks
in the dead of winter;
that perpetual ink-spill of
are more dear to me
than the thousands of words
i have written.
if i could
i would put the world
into my palm
and then burn it,
torch it all and pick away
at the flaming remains and
until i can paint a life
so that it half way resembles
what i feel
CelloCellos often weepCello8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tears of sharp oakey gold
Wine for sullen sleep
4/8i place a shell4/84 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your knee- it's
a silent plea
for you to ask me
why i'm looking at you like
and i would have told you
that it's because
i love you.
i would have told you
how i love
the way your hair curls
one massive cowlick and how i
love your one
dimple, the slope of
your nose and the
space where your
but you smiled and
slid it into your
pocket, which is okay
m.a.m.ji.marchm.a.m.j2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind had eaten
flyaway bones. i think i
had started killing
my own heart to
it was the warmth
that i always seem
to fall in love
with. sun. and the grass under
my hands. i started to
with unopened books in my
heart, i found myself
lost in the home
of an almond eyed boy
with a pocket-knife
heart. he pushed me into
a bed of roses. i now have
twice the scars.
i sit, now, with
typewriter keys between my
teeth. while searching my ribcage
for a spare battery, i
a fresh set of lungs (and i
really am beginning to
A (Jeff the Killer x reader)A (Jeff the Killer x reader) PoemA (Jeff the Killer x reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
With big eyes
No, the need
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
the face in the mirror can't keep eye contact.there is a hummingthe face in the mirror can't keep eye contact.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my chest;
crashing and howling and
high, i tear
at my own flesh in the hopes
and i hear people talking
about how everything
is growing up, and how they are
changing, moving- and i still feel like
i will always be the same
i will always be the
atmosphere headed girl with
awkward lips and
gray eyes, and i will be remembered
by the one who
swallowed every star and
everything she still couldn't
feel, who smoked and
her lungs were more full of
bullshit than her
and i will always be the one who
will write until i
cry and scream and narrate
my fucked up head
on my open
arm, to taste my own
i'm so scared.
that's how i'll
go; a storm, a fucking
hurricane, and then i
death is slimming.i.death is slimming.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a boy in my grade
took his own life
and people said how
sorry they were
that they all picked on him
because he was
gay. they gave a shit
for about two weeks,
but after that, it
all came down.
they were back
to calling each other
faggots in the hallways
and making gay
jokes as if they don't
hurt. as if they
hadn't ever hurt.
then this year
was drinking and
he got in a car to go
home. you can tell
me what happened next,
because we've all read
those stories. those
tragedies. and the day after
it happened, all the
students were crying
because this was a boy
was a great guy. he
had a girlfriend and
a life ahead of him, and this
was such a terrible accident.
they said that the
good die young. but
what is good
about getting behind the wheel
when you can't even
and when someone
finally got fed up with the
lies and the idolizing,
they called her the same things
that they called the boy last year
ViolinHe carefully walked through the forest, making sure not to bump the case he was carrying. He was standing out from the green around him with his blue and white clothes. His cape danced slightly in the breeze that made the leaves rustle.Violin3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He came to a clearing and there he paused. He carefully glanced around out from his hood, his blue eyes sparkling with worry. When he saw no other person anywhere near, he walked into the clearing. He knelt down as he carefully put the case down on the grass and with tender fingers he opened the case. The violin inside the case reveled itself.
He looked sadly at the violin as he let his fingers slowly slid over the surface of the instrument. He then grabbed the neck of the violin with one hand and the base of it with the other and carefully took it out from it's case. Thereafter he picked out the bow. He rose up to his feet and as he positioned the violin on his shoulder he walked into the middle of the clearing. He put the bow at the str
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
.i keep.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once Upon a Carcass,I loved her like the flaws in barbed wire;Once Upon a Carcass,8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it stung. & I needed to take her castle ribs-
but I was jealous of heaven.
She spoke through her bones.
She: a beautiful decay
draped along my apartment,
& the mess of my mouth.
When she left,
I cried big ugly tears
for the First Aid of her
I needed Draco.
I needed her.
“Is it sweet?” She meows even still
with all my self-doubt.
This thing, I must not feed it-
As I still long to leave galaxies
along the length of her entire bed.
Slender Man ComesSlender Man ComesSlender Man Comes4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You hear the whispers of his name
Like something secret and profane
The stories of him told to young
Of those unfortunate to have met him
When he comes
He comes out from amongst the trees
Bringing horror to those that see
A man, yet strange and grotesquely tall
A kind of man who shouldn't exist at all
Arms and legs long and limber
To leave your body, high in the timber
A face devoid of any features
Simple yet horrifying is this creature
No one knows from where came
Or where he will appear again
His stride is quick so you can run
But chances are your life is done
His coming is heralded by a fog
Children laughing, barking dogs
He comes to only those whom believe
So for your sake, you best not give heed
Some say he's existed, since time began
Others say, he's the ghost of a murderous man
Some say he came from the stars
Others from a dimension that is not ours
No one knows and no one cares
All they know is that he's there
His name is simple and so plain
But, his presence
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,It's Not Polite To Lie.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
an apology to anyone who'll listen It begins with a wishan apology to anyone who'll listen9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ends with a sigh.
I am in love with boys who
don't exist and girls who I sometimes
pretend are myself. Spineless,
spiteful, and one hundred percent
I'm becoming undone.
When I was
younger I thought it
was a sin if
your parents didn't
love each other. Now I
know that it's
just the way this world works.
I need you right now;
to tell me that
gaining four pounds in
three days is typical
to tell me that
living in a dream every
second is perfectly okay
to tell me that
I'm normal, that I'm
still sane, that I'm not
going to close my
eyes one day and never
open them again.
Don't look at me.
I can't remember
the last time I
had no regrets.
the price to pay for breaking a heart.this is athe price to pay for breaking a heart.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it hurts to be
but what hurts even
being one one who
to be the person
who stands over the other
them choke on their
tears and then
hand them their own
heart- rip someone apart and then
not be able to
put them back together
and when you close your
eyes, all you can
are the ribbons coming undone
from their wrists.
you crumble from your own
Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part XVIJeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part XVI6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your p.o.v. –
I hit the floor hard. It knocked the wind out of me.
“If this is your idea of a joke, it isn’t funny!” I yelled as I heard his deep laughter grow louder as he began his descent. Then the thought struck me, what the FUCK power launched me across the room?
A heavy weight pounced on me, prevented me from getting up. Huh!? It’s… it was very sticky, for lack of a better word, as it brushed against my skin.
“Jeff!” I yelled, scared out of my wits, he just continued laughing, “Jeff! I’m being fucking serious! There is something on me… and I can’t… breathe” I shut my eyes and winced.
“Don’t pass out again, Lightweight” He smirked, walking over and gently kicking whatever it was on me off me. A subtle grunt was heard from the weight as it was forcibly removed and with relief I inhaled a lungful of air, only to start choking d
Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part XIVJeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife. Part XIV9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your p.o.v. –
All the house lights were off apart from the typical front door one. I was treading incredibly carefully, until Jeff began walking faster; it was either lose the killer in the dark or try to keep going. Naturally, I kept walking, jogging, running. Due to the possibility of my body just shutting down at any moment, I’d like to say I kept up with the killer, but that wasn’t the case… I eventually tripped over a kerb while we were rushing through a gutter. I would have face-planted the rough pavement if it wasn’t for Jeff. Though I hate to admit, there was a part of Jeff was still, well, Jeff – he was just a broken boy.
Jeff’s p.o.v. –
I turned around to see the girl falling behind and falling over. I jogged over to her and pulled her arm, spinning her in midair and just about stopping her from hurting herself more, even if I jarred her arm. Although it would have been quit
Cutter's LullabyI DO NOT OWN THIS!Cutter's Lullaby6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Go to sleep and close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn
You know the pain that they have borne.
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream of blood trickling down
And wake up right before your drown.
The moonlight's shining off your tears
As you bleed out your own worst fears
So tonight when you cry
Whisper the cutter's lullaby;
Hushabye baby your almost dead
You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red
Your family hates you; you're friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife because it's all that you need
Rockabye baby broken and scared
You didn't know that life would be this hard
Time to end the pain that you hid so well
And down will come baby back down to hell
FineEarly mornin’ coffeeFine9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never tasted so bitter.
I’m telling you, I’m fine.
Every mornin’, the same routine.
Why do you still not believe me?
I’m fine, I swear.
I just couldn’t sleep…
But who needs sleep anyways?
I write instead.
I’m fine. Just a little brain dead.
I was just thinking about the past,
And I fantasized
That there was a happy ending.
I’m fine now.
I’m just fine.
.i dream of drowning in.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lakes, belly up, a petal
shaped bruise of your thumb
on either wrist
i dream that what lays
in my bed is so much
more terrifying than what
lurks underneath it
Jeff the killer x Suicidal!Reader Chapter 1Jeff x Suicidal!Reader Chapter 1Jeff the killer x Suicidal!Reader Chapter 17 months ago in Romance More Like This
(y/n) = your name, (e/c) =eye color, (h/l) =hair length, (h/c) =hair color, (f/c) =favorite color
“ ” = speech
‘ ’ = Thoughts
In this I am going by your age group a 8-10 grader so 14-17 year old
I was watching Bertha through her window, she was so beautiful even without a carved smile. She hated this girl, her name, it was (y/n). Ugh I couldn't blame her! Tonight I was finally going to kill her. It was all for my lovely Bertha. Wouldn't that be a lovely Christmas present for Bertha?~ I jumped out of the tree and ran to (y/n)'s as fast as I could, thinking about (y/n)'s dirty blood being splattered on me as I stab her made me run faster, I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
I finally reached her house. I climbed up the tree that led to her room. She was crying. Why? She was on her computer. She got up and went to her bathroom, I opened her window to look at