[Amanda]
I suppose I've always felt this way, full of murderous ideas and envy. I envied the girl who slept in my brother's bed. Indeed he was my brother, but how I longed to kiss his beautiful pink lips and caress his olive colored cheeks. He was handsome, and I felt if I couldn't have him, no one could. I didn't have a clue what incest was until I was 10, and once I found out what it was. I was drawn to it. I was attracted to my brother and I suppose he felt the same way. The way he looked at me and talked to me. One time we were even close to kissing: my mom walked in and caught us. I even remember him touching me, and it felt good. Like it was supposed to happen. I remember he would say, "Don't tell mom, I'm so sorry Amanda." He would then go back to his room.
Thinking about that, it made me feel good about what I've done. She deserved it. To see her in pain, crying for mercy made me feel in total control. "Crazy" you may say, but I don't think I'm crazy. I do what I feel is right. And seeing Christine lying down in a pile of her blood made me feel good. She was a lying cheating bitch anyway.
My brother deserves someone better, someone like me.
I suppose I've always felt this way, full of murderous ideas and envy. I envied the girl who slept in my brother's bed. Indeed he was my brother, but how I longed to kiss his beautiful pink lips and caress his olive colored cheeks. He was handsome, and I felt if I couldn't have him, no one could. I didn't have a clue what incest was until I was 10, and once I found out what it was. I was drawn to it. I was attracted to my brother and I suppose he felt the same way. The way he looked at me and talked to me. One time we were even close to kissing: my mom walked in and caught us. I even remember him touching me, and it felt good. Like it was supposed to happen. I remember he would say, "Don't tell mom, I'm so sorry Amanda." He would then go back to his room.
Thinking about that, it made me feel good about what I've done. She deserved it. To see her in pain, crying for mercy made me feel in total control. "Crazy" you may say, but I don't think I'm crazy. I do what I feel is right. And seeing Christine lying down in a pile of her blood made me feel good. She was a lying cheating bitch anyway.
My brother deserves someone better, someone like me.
Another poem by me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same