First of all I want to say thanks to everyone that read Daddy's Little Girl. I never expected to get as many reads, votes, comment, or fans as I did. You guys are awesome!
The poetry below was written by some of my awesome fans. I did not post the authors name by their works for privacy purposes. In the next section I have posted the winners of the contest.
Also, I have written a few DLG poems myself, check them out: Click the external link below.
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#1
Hi, my name's Abby,
I learned a lot from my daddy.
I learned to kill,
Just for the thrill.
Yet I won't be pleased till brandy is dead,
Once I succeed my desire will be fed.
My daddy will be so pleased,
But her co-worker will be displeased.
I'm just a little girl; I shouldn't be like this,
But my daddy taught me well my life is bliss.
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#2
Little girl, so tender and sweet,
Her silent smiles knock you off your feet,
But smiles hide what lies beneath,
Kills you off with long blade teeth,
Shards of glass inside her hands,
This is her fathers greatest plans,
But something went wrong inside her head,
Now she just wants everybody dead,
Harrison, Harrison what have you done?
Abby, Abby run away run.
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#3
As the blood runs down
There's nothing you can say
Your vision gets blurry
You begin to pray
Because you helped a child
Who should only know ballerina twirls
But that child is special
She's Daddy's Little Girl
You trusted her without thinking
So now its too late
Now you've met Abby
And now you've sealed your fate
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#4
One cold night, Abby was born,
It killed her mother, and the father was left torn.
He put her in a dark room, the floor stained with red,
Memories left abandoned, the cover still on the bed.
Abby lay, crying so loud,
Harrison went crazy, smashing around.
He smashed up everything that was there,
Almost his child, for he didn't have a care.
But something stopped him, gave him a clue
A dangerous one, sure, but an excellent one too.
He'd create a monster, a murderer, a thriller,
Who would suspect a little girl to be a killer?
So he trained her up, taught her fucked up things,
How to make a weapon from paper, glass or even a string.
The next thing to teach though, would take a life
He taught her how to kill, and gave her a knife
For the little girl, this was a routine
No remorse felt, No sorry in between.
No happiness except when she would kill,
She loved the victims last scream, it gave her a thrill
As Harrison brings home another victim, up Abbie's lips curl,
After all, she is Daddy's Little Girl.
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#5
Red Raw Killing Floor
Father dear teach me how,
Killing with blades, faster now.
Little dog hearing screams,
Creeping back, goes unseen.
Bring them in 2 x 2,
In a barrel, human stew.
Slicing dicing hacking sawing,
So content, never boring.
Teddy bear sweet and true,
Hiding secrets, he will do.
Red raw killing floor,
Little girl, please...no more
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#6
He was a wonderful man who loved his wife
But when she died there was trouble and strife.
The daughter was the death of her mother
And he blamed her and no other.
He never showed her love or compassion
But taught her things of a wild fashion.
He brought her a kitten at the age of three
Knowing full well it would be the key.
Her first kill was amazing that's what she thought
Her daddy's love is what she always sought.
This little creature they named Tabby
Gave the little girl the name Abby.
After this animals around the village he stole
To teach Abby more about his goal.
He stole a dog Charlie, what a big mistake
It was tracked by Page who made Abby's heart ache.
She wanted to kill her right away
But daddy left that for another day.
He brought her Lynn Holbrook
The first human life she took.
Her heart with Ron the rest in Pages car
The head was missing but not very far
The second victim was Sheila Ducane
She was stabbed many times I believe she felt the pain.
A second body that Abby has killed
Not easy to get rid of but is her wish fulfilled.
Abby craves to kill again and again
This is what she knows she is not insane.
Third and fourth victim are still not enough
The detective is what Abby would love.
Finally Abby thinks the time has come
As Brandy goes to dinner she thinks she'll have fun.
Page is saved so many times
From being a victim of a deadly crime
Ron pulls her away to a horrible sight
but somehow draws her up some light.
After some time she knows the truth
Harrison seems to be very uncouth
She put Harrison under arrest
Thinking it is for the best.
Brandy gets stuck in a terrible mess
While Travis arrives with loads of stress
Leaving a message of the car reg plate
They put out a trace before its too late
A call from another police station
Another victim taken at a petrol station
News of Brandy not yet dead
Abby to the hospital is led Harrison frantic after losing his child
Send him crazy out into the wild.
He gets caught beaten and arrested by Sturn
While Abby is at the hospital which makes your stomach churn.
Abby meets Brandy lying in the bed
But Abby wants her awake before she is dead.
She kills the nurse then Travis arrives
She kills him by throwing knives.
Her second attempt to kill Brandy
All we know is it was very handy.
Is Brandy dead this is unknown
Abby escaped a sequel we moan
Who is Nancy? Why was she there?
Why is it possible that she may care?
Mike Turpen you're great and imaginative
Want to find out about our best detective.
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#7
Have you ever thought about it?
You know,
Killing someone?
Have you ever thought about what it would feel like?
The power,
The thrill,
The absolute pleasure?
No, probably not.
But what if...
What if you knew no better?
What if from day one,
You lived,
Breathed,
And even thought,
Murder.
Would it make it any easier?
Would it change your state of mind?
Would it change your life?
No, probably not.
For you would have known no better.
It would just be the way you were raised.
It would become a natural instinct.
A habit.
A hobby.
Because it's fun.
Now what if you made that?
What if you took your child,
And raised her,
For one soul purpose.
Murder.
Do you think you could control it?
Of course you think you could.
But in reality,
No, probably not.
For you would soon become a victim.
Of Daddy's
Little
Girl.
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#8
Blinded, wounded, animalistic, estranged,
She was first born into a world like a bat in a cage.
The darkness unkept, creeping and devouring, and yet
Light shone, glimmering off white,
White which she had brought into existence,
Once covered with proud red and crimson flesh,
She displays her white like trophies,
A skull here, a spine there, a set of shining teeth,
She had brought them into existence.
Her constant companion reflected her hidden tears,
A bloodstained, innocent, ripped teddy bear,
Hidden inside, an extension of her soul,
A knife.
She laughs and it laughs,
The silent snicker of blade cutting through flesh,
Jovial gurgling streams of blood so fresh,
She paints, makes art, red stains on the wall,
And chortles at her masterpieces.
A different kind of happiness.
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#9
H & A
My wife has died, I'm all alone
I guess I'll take this baby home.
I do not like her, she makes me sick
I lost my wife because of this.
I have a thought, it makes me smile
I can grow this child to be wild.
She will be evil, she will hate
I sit and think it must be fate.
I will train this child to hate and kill
My fantasies are being fulfilled.
Oh I like what she had become but
The body count is adding up and now we have to run.
I cannot stop her, she has a thirst
We have to go back but first things first.
She wants to finish what she started
But I can't find her and I'm brokenhearted.
My little Abby found at last
But we can't repeat the past.
They will take me away for a long time now
But you have to carry on somehow.
I love you Abby, a killing fiend
My little self made killing machine.
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#10
Abby — The Epitome of Death
A shadow speeds in your peripheral vision,
And you swerve to catch a glimpse,
But you can't see Abby.
A sadistic giggle reverberates through the room,
And you try to run from the demon lurking,
But you can't hide from Abby.
A knife swings from nowhere towards you,
And you scream and push the knife away,
But you can't deter Abby.
The fatal slice across your neck renders you helpless,
And you struggle for a breath from your bloodied throat,
But you can't escape Death.
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#11
IMAGINE / BELIEVE
Imagine a child without any toys,
Not having friends, other girls or little boys,
No Father's love nor Mother's hugs,
Daddy's Little Girl has known no joys.
Never ribbons or bows, he cut off her hair,
No cartoons on TV, just a bed and a chair.
Pets aren't for petting, but are training tools,
Daddy your Little Girl says YOU'D better Beware.
Believe that evil is the name of the deed,
She has listened and learned with amazing speed,
Daddy's Little Girl has a mind of her own,
Abby is hungry to make Somebody Bleed.
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#12
My daddy lost my mommy and he never told me why.
But I'll never ask him as long as you go bye-bye.
The smell of your blood excites me, the sight of you screaming is normal.
But I'm only 5 years old, that's what makes me paranormal.
Can you see your shirt darken red as I cut your chest with steel?
My daddy taught me my ways. He made sure your death felt real.
I am Daddy's Little Girl, I am daddy's sadistic creation.
I can't help that killing you is my only sick occupation.
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#13
HUSH NOW
Hush now,
Don't waste your tears.
For there is no mercy,
Only fears.
Hush now,
Don't waste your breath.
It won't last long.
For here comes death.
She looks so sweet.
Just like an angel.
It's all deceit,
For she wears no halo.
Hush now,
Don't waste your tears.
For there is no mercy,
Only fears.
Hush now,
Don't waste your screams.
For what you see,
Is her knife's gleam.
In fragile hands,
It looks so sharp.
And as she stands
It stops your heart.
Hush now,
Don't waste your tears.
For there is no mercy,
Only fears.
Hush now,
Just dry your eyes,
And listen to
This lullaby.
The skulls are hanging,
Over head.
You cannot see,
For you'll be dead.
Hush now,
Don't waste your tears.
For there is no mercy,
Only fears.
Hush now,
For you're losing blood.
And soon you're body,
Shall go thud.
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#14
The Monster Within
Cold.
Silent.
Omninous.
Her innocence
Turned to violence.
Responsibility
Now mixed with insanity.
A twisted tale out of this world
Carried out by a five-year-old girl.
It won't be long before your blood is hers.
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#15
"As Daddy's Little Girl"
Daddy wanted me to be happy in life;
And so, I did it. I gave them bitter strife.
Daddy taught me well from the beginning that
Death's a best friend; and until now, it's a fact.
Yes, I gave my all for him. I raised my blade,
Sliced their flesh, and danced in a pool of their pain.
Love—what is that to me? There is no meaning.
It comes down to this—the matter of killing.
There is nothing that can ever quench my thirst.
There's more to be done, and police woman's first.
Losing Daddy? No! I'll make them pay, so I
Embarked on a trip to where he was confined.
"Goodbye," that was what he said when he saw me.
I swore loyalty so that he'd be happy.
Running away, I pressed on in this world to
Live my life in secret as Daddy's lil' girl.
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Harrison's wife died giving birth to baby Abby;
The devistating loss drove him a little wacky;
The evil voices screaming in his head;
telling him the baby is better off dead;
with evil intentions he gave her a life;
instead of the abc's taught her how to use a knife;
now a five year old killer, will she ever stop;
or will her next victim be a female cop?
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#17
She murders in the morning, she murders late at night,
She murders whenever she feels the time is right.
She murders with a knife, she distracts victims with her bear,
Every time she murders, her bear is always there.
Her father taught her how to kill, it's the way she was raised,
Her mother died during labor, and she's never heard of praise.
Now her daddy's on the run, so he doesn't go to jail,
He hopes his plans for his little girl won't ever fail.
Abby has a lust, a lust for the kill,
She likes to see the blood, she enjoys the thrill.
If you're not careful, you could be next,
For if Abby finds you, you'll be a bloody mess.
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#18
Daddy's Little Girl:
Demented voices whisper in her head
as she lay silent in her dog cage for a bed.
The words inscribed on the floor,
the pad lock on her door.
She looks at the collection of skulls; her past prey.
She stares at the ceiling wondering what daddy's bringing home today.
Another dog? Another cat?
Another human? She wants that.
She stares at the ceiling, this familiar box.
All alone with her thoughts.
The outside world to her is unknown.
She's only familiar with what daddy has shown.
Her blank expression will make you stare.
then she hands you her teddy bear.
As your looking, she pulls out her knife.
Quick as a flash; she just ended your life.
The emotionless little girl picks up her teddy bear.
Laughing as you scream to the air.
Love is something she's never had.
All she's had is her dad.
Daddy's little girl is all she'll be.
Made to kill for the glee.
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#19
Hi, Abby is my name,
Murdering is my game.
My mommy died when I was born,
This left my daddy torn.
At first he hated me but he changed his way,
He taught me lots of things, even a special way to play.
He got me dogs and cats so I could train,
I learned lots of skills to help with my game.
I was soon good enough to play with people,
But Brandy got suspicious and now she wants my daddy.
She couldn't take my daddy so I played my game with her,
I thought she died but she did not. What I did next is all a blur.
I played with a lot of people on my way even her best friend,
Now my daddy is free,
But the police are after me!
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#20
A child's cry rents the air
As her mother takes her last breath
For one life is just beginning
For the other life has turned to death
A father, wanting only joy
Has now turned completely to despair
What should have been a happy home
Has now turned into the devil's lair
The twisted lives of two; touching many
Turning normal existance on it's head
So that innocents and depraved alike
Shall soon bleed rivers of red
An beautiful soul twisted by a father's hate
Turning an innocent child into a monster
All because sorrow twisted one mind
Into corrupting the heart and mind of another
Adult assumptions of what is right
And who are the evildoers in this world
Allow for the continuing existance of Abby
DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL
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#21
Abby is a girl of merely five years.
Those who see her are swept by her tears.
Who can resist her innocent little frown?
At least, until the knife comes down.
She is the spawn of death and insanity's child.
Born to kill and bred to be wild.
Raised in a house of corpses and bones.
Fear and blood lust, the only family she's known.
Harrison Kringe is not entirely sane.
His wife's death for a daughter was his sanity's bane.
Driven by violence and consumed by hate.
He is the oppressed pawn of the demon, Fate.
His daughter he detests, or so he claims.
Lack of care wracks her abused frame.
But the skulls and bones in her room gleam.
He had tenderly cut them, lovingly cleaned.
They hunt, they kill, they engineer death.
But one escaped, an err equal to theft.
Brandy Page evaded the knife.
She soon will learn that the true torment is life.
Waking hours or dreaming, she will never be safe.
From the daughter of hate, a father's mistake.
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#22
At five she should be playing, dancing with the wind,
laughing at a puppies bark, and dressing up again.
The innocence of childhood on this little soul is lost,
she sheds no tears and has no fears, her humaness the cost.
The horror is her playground, death, it is her tool,
it is that which makes her playful and you become her fool.
She prances and she pounces, she giggles and she laughs,
as the vein of blood is drained from the life you can not have.
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#23
Spilling, spilling on the floor,
That mans life has become no more
As his life force drains away
its abbys turn to go and play
Her bright mind twisted and marred
as her father keeps her barred
from the normal world you see
to turn her into the perfect killer he wants her to be.
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#24
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
im full of nothing,
but hate for you.
My dad has taught me,
obey his will,
to never regret,
and aim to kill.
You'll never guess,
that im the one.
You think it's sick,
i think it's fun.
Murder's my game
and i always win,
Im not aware
of my deadly sin.
Take your last breath
and scream real loud.
Tonight im sure
ill make daddy proud.
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#25
Little girl, now don't you be afraid
The world is waiting here for you
Your mommy's dead
And daddy's loves you
Listen, he teaches you what to do
Women, men, babies, children
Aren't they just fun to kill?
Bloody spots on your petticoats
Don't they just make you look lovely?
You pretty little darling,
You've killed someone, now isn't that something?
Strong men weep, their eye shine bright
When they beg you to let them free.
Now, come along Honey, your new mommy says,
And soon....babies will die.
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#26
She's deadly, she's lethal
She's Abby the killer
From glass shards to pencils
And paper and pen
From knives to darts
She clutches, she hurts
Every corner and object
Is a mere to tool
To kill all others
She obeys her father
She remembers her lessons
She never forgets
Her hunger is sated
When Brandy is tainted
With blood and wounds,
Lifeless and dead
You've sealed your fate
When your decision is made
You picked that girl
Daddy's little girl
You'll be soaked in blood
By a jugular jab
your throat is slit
Your eyes are white
you'll be hung
Like the finest arts
Along with the animals
That she hunts
She smiles and says
You'll be dead
Sooner or later
Your future is stained
You can scream,
you can run
She'll find you
There's no hide.
Her life is set.
She thinks it's bliss
She's Abby the killer,
She's daddy's little girl
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#27
Harrison Kringe had a wife,
When she died so did his life.
Rebecca was pregnant, she died for a child,
A girl was born into a world full of wild.
Daddy got her a pet, it's name was Tabby,
The girl was named after, soon to be Abby.
The cat was killed, ripped apart,
No experience, no skill at art.
Harrison Kringe created a killer,
For Abby it was all a thriller.
Brandy page was a detective,
Not for long, soon a collective.
Abby's room is a mess, full of bones
Filled with lots of unpaid loans.
First human was Sheila Ducane,
Dumping the corpse was a pain.
As for Mona, she was stabbed,
Abby hurt her, thought it was fab.
Hide, hide you won't succeed,
All Abby wanted was a feed.
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#28
Killers can look sweet
Killers can look cold
But this killer came in the shape
Of a five-year-old
Her father was twisted
But twisted her worse
Her casualties
Brought many a-hearse
Now daddy's gone
She is on her own
Her victims gone with a moan
Their cries fall
On ears of deaf
She'll keep on killing
Til no one's left
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#29
Daddy, please, oh teach me more.
I want to see more blood and gore.
To slice and dice with all my might,
To steal lives throughout the night.
If my life was a movie, it would be thriller.
No one would suspect Daddy's Little Girl is a killer.
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#30
Hush, little baby, don't you cry,
Daddy's gonna buy you a brand-new knife
Don't let that brand-new knife goes dull,
'Cause Daddy's gonna bring you an innocent soul.
Hush, little baby, don't say a thing,
Daddy's gonna teach you everything.
Splish and splash, then slit and slash,
Bloody little baby, don't be rash.
Hush, little baby, hide real well
This one could be a harder sell
Just remember Daddy's words,
And they will end up plenty hurt.
Hush, little baby, run far away
Daddy's gonna get himself taken away
Take your teddy, knife, and smile
Go off on your own for a little while.
Hush, little victim, look at this
I'll throw my knife and never miss
Take my teddy, drop your guard,
Daddy's little girl is out at large.
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#31
Abby Abby, Run Run Run,
Your father taught you how to have fun,
The blade's slice, as you dice,
the thrill of chase,
is nothing like the trill of the kill,
Abby Abby, Run Run Run,
Your father taught you how to have fun,
Harrison Harrison Don't you dare run,
Your daughter will pay for what you have done,
Rebecca is dead,
Ignore the voices in your head,
Abby is Daddy's little girl,
her silence is enough to make you snap,
as you hear the bones crack,
Harrison Harrison Don't you dare run,
Your daughter will pay for what you have done,
Find Brandy, And kill Ron,
Daddy sure taught you how to have fun,
Harrison Harrison, Don't you dare run,
Abby Abby Run Run Run