Poetry/Lyrical Thread - Page 2 - BLOODY-DISGUSTING

Dr. McStuffin · 08-18-2012, 07:06 PM

^^^ good stuff everyone!

I don't fancy myself a poet but sometimes I get fucked up and I write down stuff.

Alone

I was forlorn in the woods with nothing to do, so I formed a castle out of sand an’ some people out of dirt

With sprigs an’ twigs, I shaped beasts an’ things; I gave them my love ‘til it hurt

I made it ail ‘til rapture evanesced an’ I’d ‘come weary of my game

Forthright, I pummeled my world to the ground, back to the bits from which it came

I sat an’ soon found myself with nothing to do

Hannibal Rex · 08-18-2012, 07:06 PM

"In the Crick, Y'all Done Hither"

In the crick, y'all done hither
'round the fork tongued recollections of
a whiskey dicked feller--
five teeth an' one hell of a drunk.

In the holler, y'all done plowed
some poor, dumb missy in a broke down Chevy
that collects rust an' bugs--
five speeds that ain't worth a shit.

Over yonder, y'all done beat
that screaming, helpless colored boy
with dirty fists and sticks--
five to one was some damn good odds.

In that there church, y'all done praised
the name of the good lord and sang them hymns,
mush mouthin' big words--
five syllables and it's 'bout time to quit.

In the sink hole, y'all done recycled
the old ways an' made 'em the new,
never learnin' nothin'--
five or ten or zero, them's just stupid fuckin' numbers.

TheDarkPoet41 · 08-18-2012, 07:55 PM

Very nice Capecep and Rex. Thank you for sharing!

retinalworm · 08-18-2012, 09:35 PM

Simmer Song

I wasn't born a monster
but I chose to go to school for it.
I built my private roster
to the point where I was prone to slit
the throat of anyone who crossed or
otherwise meandered from
the very narrow set of rules I'd chosen to be true.

And don't you high-and-mighties
dare point fingers - you all know the stuff
- you've tried and liked free samples
from your friends, well I was bold enough
to live out the addiction to its end,
when any smoke from love
still lingering, had wafted thin
and vanished up the flue.

I still enjoy the interest
from those years, but seldom spend it.
I'm deliberately distanced
from all hope of real repentance.
And there never was an instance
of a disproof (or a due),
as I wasn't killed I lived
and as I live, I may kill too.

********

Gold Background

Beatrice was standing with her head tilted down.
I, who was fifteen paces farther up the way,
had been lying in the field, taking in the summer day.
She was staring at some item that was near her on the ground.
She bent to look and BANG - a smoky cloud got in the way.

I jumped and ran to help, but there was just a heap of ashes
and as I began to yell, a demon climbed up through the grass
and said, "I thank the fool who touched the stone
and freed me from the sulfur.
The bolgia pool I called my home will eagerly engulf her.
She had to go for me to come, and no one may bear witness,
so I'll have to burn you too, my dear,
you're on my new-world shit list."

I sighed, and took my molecules, and bent them to my will.
I transmorphed into a creature that the fiendling couldn't kill.
Quite the opposite, in fact - the little bastard gave a yell
as I put forth my own attack
and with a word, reversed his spell.
I reassembled Beatrice from demon flesh and bone,
and thank Hell she had no memory of that damned demon's home.
But I have to say, she's peppier - she'd burn me if I let her
- though for that, when we go walking
I may even like her better.

ReptilianPig · 08-19-2012, 03:02 AM

I typed his up earlier but felt it was too negative at the time [not to negative to save it, eh?]

dunno if it'd make sense to just any reader

Quote:

On cloud Saturnine - frosty suspire, redesign
fluff of Nimbostratus - bleed, itch n pus
stifled dormant escapee,
coil, unfurl, melanize, gormandize me
core defecation, layer thicken blots
sully reason, befoul thoughts
"exit" "relief below" "now. go"

I'm open to sway, in the pitch black
I'd forgotten choice or saw no way back

Then...an ephemeral flicker reveals glimpses of who I'd once been.

voodoo_dolly · 08-19-2012, 03:15 AM

Wow you guys I feel so pedestrian next to all of you now. Really all of you are so talented!

ReptilianPig · 08-19-2012, 03:29 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by voodoo_dolly

Wow you guys I feel so pedestrian next to all of you now. Really all of you are so talented!

The first of that was retrospective.

second bit was partly about VOO. Thank you for the sparks.

TheDarkPoet41 · 08-19-2012, 09:17 AM

Death as black as the raven’s wing
carried from the earth to the land of Hades
There is no grief, no sorrow, only relief,

Blood as red as the deepest Rose
flows from the wound that you have caused
each drop like a tear from the heavens

Stench pungent as the battle of war
Carried on the winds thru heaven and hell
Such a sweet smell to carry my soul

Love as meaningless as life itself
Never caring and always taking
Shall become nothing less for me.

zombaddict · 08-23-2012, 05:37 PM

Wilting in a pile of depravity, surrounded by the same sounds day after day.
sweet, bitter, murderous debris.
lost in the fleghm of the disease ridden perfumed ones.
alone to face the money wrapped hordes, who spit blood at any passing lecture.
new line of enemys, new line of dogs.
new puke runs down old chin........
dreanched with the sweat of pigs, he falls to the concrete.
confused, mangled, intestine strangled.
will he ever smell again?
not sure of the rain, why be red when you can get along fine without rat urine.......................

inconsistency breeds blasphemy.
where oh where will he turn now, not to the hell ridden apartment he used to call heaven, perhaps to the toilet, where we have met and tortured one another on numerous occasions..................

To not be free is the only intention, to feed on one another.
being late for the tie hanging party, opened to ignorant exploration.
while the toe stubbed army trampled the land of young gifted zoo staff.
plege to orange open meetings of friendship or meat. you could only systematically dispose of radiation candles, if the illustrations matched the cuticle tiles.
lick by the iced tongue of instant sanity, long be gone are the elder prong masquera linens, to once aGAIN fill the deeds of your winter smile.......................

smart does little good today, opening cans of french ignorance, leaving little time for the english lashings across the face or back, depending on the mood of the unholy.
burnt sections of urine soaked blanket shadows have little to say with open arm lacerations, spewing filth, soaking the beauty, drentched in mind spasms.
he then felt a falling sensation like non before, hitting the air as though it was concrete, desperate to find the answer to all the questions of the past..................
Ignition....................death

I will help you Hara-Kiri
I will be your wakizashi
as your guts spill rampant before loathing eyes
you have betrayed
you have beheaded the social arteries
as your lapse in time
has faded black before me
can we ever realize the dominion of your angst
through the maze of your secretion
disguised we once were
together as the head to the body lie
emotionless and detatched
red river running
lapped up by the passing disarmed loyals
who spit freely in the eyes of your wisdom.
Time to move on, as the crumbled earth calls to me!!
whispering is present in timeless fury.
the mind.
the mind.
attached to your visions.
alone as the vast imagery draws a path.
trotting this beyond for centuries without feet.
frail helps the fall as the weather would not allow it.
endure this rot, the very next though....left behind and so can this be..................

Ragged rugged freindship torn
through the lifeline of rebelled resistance
forging the blood thick cosmos
to forget the time which we loved
under spasms of lightened comfort
we sink into slumber
as the hour pecks apart your every decision
crumbled to the earth as a dried up tulip.................

oh these orgasmic meadows of contemplation
ill tempted on gas fumed obscenity
crying into the night we bleed the snowflakes clean of their premonitions, can we sliver up to the masses any sooner?
all amidst this madness we remember the yearning for
the relics of a time capsuled religion
memories of burnt depression
i've dreampt before
I used to dream
bt not anymore
we've floated away
way to far
for this to overcome me once again
i'm sleeping again.......and forever
sitting in filth of the past of remorse
ive waited so long for the night to be crushed before me
under the bliss of a warm pigment
you have read the mind alone forever
being who you thought was dead
all over again............................

Stuck for good
this lonely place nurtured you
a few good times to throw away for the blind
to reap the frail winds off of your back
to want is a journey long wasted
a time to look to for a lie
Ive seen your space before you
let me know your smile for dead
uniquely dead we lie so still
never second guess against the wind
be formed on a rock so low to the demons
ive tasted this filth before
as I've ended this futile war
I saw you cry on her shoulder
tears of unsettled services
that kept you where you didnt want to go.
alive again tomorrow.
these stars will fall from above
to cut me deeply shining
asked them to stop for a while
only kept the blood running feircly
to many excuses
to many to exhaust my wisdom
any clearer and id shatter
Stuck again
against the wall
wondering at all?
what Im for, through looking at you
I've discovered love again
you shut out the light for me
and Im so ugly inside it scares me
for once I'd like to know your touch
because you called me again
the night shall never end..........

when you shall smile
for the dead
for the time being
humility now becomes a slap in the cold
your winter hands shatter still to softly to see
being free from the pain of anxiety
being free from freedom
to you i gaze a sense of dignity
while my eyeballs envelope cadavers
seen only through the dark wisdom
of a blanket layed down to rest
for the seas of the endless dead
how to stay a wondering pair
through out this life together
breathed in alot of harm
into your eyes I stare
haven't we found a part in their soul?
how will we know If we know where to go
we've already happened to pass the time
It's through staying together
that we have become one.......alone
I can stay silent for good
come to accept the proper moods of defeat
wrong doings surround this union
of evils plan to dominate
have we lived wrong in this natural state
to be swallowed by deception
a solution
forward to ways of pain....

blessing i have given, to you one sweet afternoon
be still
can we trust that the wind will blow again
inpregnated in this barren soil
lies the key to our existence
once again the seeds will grow
but time will tell
youll never know
youve dissapeared so long ago
to free your childs eyes of this
so far we have yet one exists
to learn a new begining pattern
the paisley art of yesteryears
till we remain to disappear..............

Please be kind everyone.

08-18-2012, 07:06 PM	#12
Hannibal Rex Rotting Corpse Hannibal Rex is powerpacked hard flexin'. Join Date: Aug 2011 Posts: 1,592	"In the Crick, Y'all Done Hither" In the crick, y'all done hither 'round the fork tongued recollections of a whiskey dicked feller-- five teeth an' one hell of a drunk. In the holler, y'all done plowed some poor, dumb missy in a broke down Chevy that collects rust an' bugs-- five speeds that ain't worth a shit. Over yonder, y'all done beat that screaming, helpless colored boy with dirty fists and sticks-- five to one was some damn good odds. In that there church, y'all done praised the name of the good lord and sang them hymns, mush mouthin' big words-- five syllables and it's 'bout time to quit. In the sink hole, y'all done recycled the old ways an' made 'em the new, never learnin' nothin'-- five or ten or zero, them's just stupid fuckin' numbers. __________________ 2013 Song Draft: 1. Radiohead - Paranoid Android 2. Soundgarden - Jesus Christ Pose 3. Ice Cube - Check Yo Self (Remix) 4. The Doors - Strange Days

08-18-2012, 07:55 PM	#13
TheDarkPoet41 Death's Handmaiden TheDarkPoet41 is praying for a swift death Join Date: Jan 2012 Location: In Misery of course Posts: 3,159	Very nice Capecep and Rex. Thank you for sharing! __________________ *Praying that Death comes quickly to take me away to where only Darkness and Sadness survives. The stench of Decay fills the air. People forgot who I am, I am no one.*

08-18-2012, 09:35 PM	#14
retinalworm Fresh Kill retinalworm is trouble in Bubbleland Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Back of the mirror Posts: 464	Simmer Song I wasn't born a monster but I chose to go to school for it. I built my private roster to the point where I was prone to slit the throat of anyone who crossed or otherwise meandered from the very narrow set of rules I'd chosen to be true. And don't you high-and-mighties dare point fingers - you all know the stuff - you've tried and liked free samples from your friends, well I was bold enough to live out the addiction to its end, when any smoke from love still lingering, had wafted thin and vanished up the flue. I still enjoy the interest from those years, but seldom spend it. I'm deliberately distanced from all hope of real repentance. And there never was an instance of a disproof (or a due), as I wasn't killed I lived and as I live, I may kill too. ******** Gold Background Beatrice was standing with her head tilted down. I, who was fifteen paces farther up the way, had been lying in the field, taking in the summer day. She was staring at some item that was near her on the ground. She bent to look and BANG - a smoky cloud got in the way. I jumped and ran to help, but there was just a heap of ashes and as I began to yell, a demon climbed up through the grass and said, "I thank the fool who touched the stone and freed me from the sulfur. The bolgia pool I called my home will eagerly engulf her. She had to go for me to come, and no one may bear witness, so I'll have to burn you too, my dear, you're on my new-world shit list." I sighed, and took my molecules, and bent them to my will. I transmorphed into a creature that the fiendling couldn't kill. Quite the opposite, in fact - the little bastard gave a yell as I put forth my own attack and with a word, reversed his spell. I reassembled Beatrice from demon flesh and bone, and thank Hell she had no memory of that damned demon's home. But I have to say, she's peppier - she'd burn me if I let her - though for that, when we go walking I may even like her better. __________________ Last edited by retinalworm; 09-14-2012 at 06:12 PM.

08-19-2012, 03:15 AM	#16
voodoo_dolly Send... More... Paramedics voodoo_dolly is Miss New Booty Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: Crosby Posts: 8,926	Wow you guys I feel so pedestrian next to all of you now. Really all of you are so talented! __________________

08-19-2012, 09:17 AM	#18
TheDarkPoet41 Death's Handmaiden TheDarkPoet41 is praying for a swift death Join Date: Jan 2012 Location: In Misery of course Posts: 3,159	Death as black as the raven’s wing carried from the earth to the land of Hades There is no grief, no sorrow, only relief, Blood as red as the deepest Rose flows from the wound that you have caused each drop like a tear from the heavens Stench pungent as the battle of war Carried on the winds thru heaven and hell Such a sweet smell to carry my soul Love as meaningless as life itself Never caring and always taking Shall become nothing less for me. __________________ *Praying that Death comes quickly to take me away to where only Darkness and Sadness survives. The stench of Decay fills the air. People forgot who I am, I am no one.*

08-18-2012, 07:06 PM	#11
Dr. McStuffin Rotting Corpse Dr. McStuffin is betting his balls and shaking on it Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: in the woods behind Taco Bell Posts: 1,313	^^^ good stuff everyone! I don't fancy myself a poet but sometimes I get fucked up and I write down stuff. Alone I was forlorn in the woods with nothing to do, so I formed a castle out of sand an’ some people out of dirt With sprigs an’ twigs, I shaped beasts an’ things; I gave them my love ‘til it hurt I made it ail ‘til rapture evanesced an’ I’d ‘come weary of my game Forthright, I pummeled my world to the ground, back to the bits from which it came I sat an’ soon found myself with nothing to do

08-23-2012, 05:37 PM	#19
zombaddict BANNED zombaddict is Douglas the Caretaker Join Date: Sep 2009 Posts: 7,867	Wilting in a pile of depravity, surrounded by the same sounds day after day. sweet, bitter, murderous debris. lost in the fleghm of the disease ridden perfumed ones. alone to face the money wrapped hordes, who spit blood at any passing lecture. new line of enemys, new line of dogs. new puke runs down old chin........ dreanched with the sweat of pigs, he falls to the concrete. confused, mangled, intestine strangled. will he ever smell again? not sure of the rain, why be red when you can get along fine without rat urine....................... inconsistency breeds blasphemy. where oh where will he turn now, not to the hell ridden apartment he used to call heaven, perhaps to the toilet, where we have met and tortured one another on numerous occasions.................. To not be free is the only intention, to feed on one another. being late for the tie hanging party, opened to ignorant exploration. while the toe stubbed army trampled the land of young gifted zoo staff. plege to orange open meetings of friendship or meat. you could only systematically dispose of radiation candles, if the illustrations matched the cuticle tiles. lick by the iced tongue of instant sanity, long be gone are the elder prong masquera linens, to once aGAIN fill the deeds of your winter smile....................... smart does little good today, opening cans of french ignorance, leaving little time for the english lashings across the face or back, depending on the mood of the unholy. burnt sections of urine soaked blanket shadows have little to say with open arm lacerations, spewing filth, soaking the beauty, drentched in mind spasms. he then felt a falling sensation like non before, hitting the air as though it was concrete, desperate to find the answer to all the questions of the past.................. Ignition....................death I will help you Hara-Kiri I will be your wakizashi as your guts spill rampant before loathing eyes you have betrayed you have beheaded the social arteries as your lapse in time has faded black before me can we ever realize the dominion of your angst through the maze of your secretion disguised we once were together as the head to the body lie emotionless and detatched red river running lapped up by the passing disarmed loyals who spit freely in the eyes of your wisdom. Time to move on, as the crumbled earth calls to me!! whispering is present in timeless fury. the mind. the mind. attached to your visions. alone as the vast imagery draws a path. trotting this beyond for centuries without feet. frail helps the fall as the weather would not allow it. endure this rot, the very next though....left behind and so can this be.................. Ragged rugged freindship torn through the lifeline of rebelled resistance forging the blood thick cosmos to forget the time which we loved under spasms of lightened comfort we sink into slumber as the hour pecks apart your every decision crumbled to the earth as a dried up tulip................. oh these orgasmic meadows of contemplation ill tempted on gas fumed obscenity crying into the night we bleed the snowflakes clean of their premonitions, can we sliver up to the masses any sooner? all amidst this madness we remember the yearning for the relics of a time capsuled religion memories of burnt depression i've dreampt before I used to dream bt not anymore we've floated away way to far for this to overcome me once again i'm sleeping again.......and forever sitting in filth of the past of remorse ive waited so long for the night to be crushed before me under the bliss of a warm pigment you have read the mind alone forever being who you thought was dead all over again............................ Stuck for good this lonely place nurtured you a few good times to throw away for the blind to reap the frail winds off of your back to want is a journey long wasted a time to look to for a lie Ive seen your space before you let me know your smile for dead uniquely dead we lie so still never second guess against the wind be formed on a rock so low to the demons ive tasted this filth before as I've ended this futile war I saw you cry on her shoulder tears of unsettled services that kept you where you didnt want to go. alive again tomorrow. these stars will fall from above to cut me deeply shining asked them to stop for a while only kept the blood running feircly to many excuses to many to exhaust my wisdom any clearer and id shatter Stuck again against the wall wondering at all? what Im for, through looking at you I've discovered love again you shut out the light for me and Im so ugly inside it scares me for once I'd like to know your touch because you called me again the night shall never end.......... when you shall smile for the dead for the time being humility now becomes a slap in the cold your winter hands shatter still to softly to see being free from the pain of anxiety being free from freedom to you i gaze a sense of dignity while my eyeballs envelope cadavers seen only through the dark wisdom of a blanket layed down to rest for the seas of the endless dead how to stay a wondering pair through out this life together breathed in alot of harm into your eyes I stare haven't we found a part in their soul? how will we know If we know where to go we've already happened to pass the time It's through staying together that we have become one.......alone I can stay silent for good come to accept the proper moods of defeat wrong doings surround this union of evils plan to dominate have we lived wrong in this natural state to be swallowed by deception a solution forward to ways of pain.... blessing i have given, to you one sweet afternoon be still can we trust that the wind will blow again inpregnated in this barren soil lies the key to our existence once again the seeds will grow but time will tell youll never know youve dissapeared so long ago to free your childs eyes of this so far we have yet one exists to learn a new begining pattern the paisley art of yesteryears till we remain to disappear.............. Please be kind everyone.

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