Monday, December 1, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
guilty until proven dead
This morning was calm
I arose, planning on doing what is normal
But then they came
They called me guilty of an unknown crime
They dragged me away as my family watched
What I had done
I saw the chair and its hundreds of spikes
I struggled in their hold; I knew what was to come
They forced me into the chair
Strapping me in as the many spikes tore into my flesh
The questions came and I had no answers
I took the pain, never once did I cry out
They called me Satanist and took me out of the chair
Hundreds of tiny wounds bleeding sluggishly as I stood
What did I do?
They chained me to a wall
The leather and chain whips were removed from their hangers
The questions came and I had no answers
Time lost all meaning
My flesh was torn and broken
They accused me, called me murderer
I did not break and I was unhinged from the wall
To be strapped to a table instead
What happened next I wish not to speak of
For the torturer chose the pear of anguish from his arsenal of devices
What did I do?
The pain unbearable now, I can barely stand it
I screamed for mercy but they did not stop
My mind, body, and soul were coming apart at the seams
Finally broken yet I had not confessed
They became angry, but the torturer was pleased
He came to me early one day
Told me it was my last
He told me how fond of me he was
I had lasted longer than any of the others
I had screamed louder than them
I did not beg for death like them
He still spoke of this fondness as he led me to my end
I arose, planning on doing what is normal
But then they came
They called me guilty of an unknown crime
They dragged me away as my family watched
What I had done
I saw the chair and its hundreds of spikes
I struggled in their hold; I knew what was to come
They forced me into the chair
Strapping me in as the many spikes tore into my flesh
The questions came and I had no answers
I took the pain, never once did I cry out
They called me Satanist and took me out of the chair
Hundreds of tiny wounds bleeding sluggishly as I stood
What did I do?
They chained me to a wall
The leather and chain whips were removed from their hangers
The questions came and I had no answers
Time lost all meaning
My flesh was torn and broken
They accused me, called me murderer
I did not break and I was unhinged from the wall
To be strapped to a table instead
What happened next I wish not to speak of
For the torturer chose the pear of anguish from his arsenal of devices
What did I do?
The pain unbearable now, I can barely stand it
I screamed for mercy but they did not stop
My mind, body, and soul were coming apart at the seams
Finally broken yet I had not confessed
They became angry, but the torturer was pleased
He came to me early one day
Told me it was my last
He told me how fond of me he was
I had lasted longer than any of the others
I had screamed louder than them
I did not beg for death like them
He still spoke of this fondness as he led me to my end
quote of the day (nov 25, 2008)
Children really brighten up a household- They never turn the lights off.
i am may
I am a month
The fifth in the line of twelve
I am the constellation that determines a mood
I am Gemini the constellation of twins
I am Taurus the bull full of ignorance
I am the flowers that start to bloom when frost vanishes
I am the birds singing their songs for all to hear
I am new life born to loving mothers
I am rain showers that quench thirst
I am the laughter of childrenI am May, the month of new life
The fifth in the line of twelve
I am the constellation that determines a mood
I am Gemini the constellation of twins
I am Taurus the bull full of ignorance
I am the flowers that start to bloom when frost vanishes
I am the birds singing their songs for all to hear
I am new life born to loving mothers
I am rain showers that quench thirst
I am the laughter of childrenI am May, the month of new life
i used to be
I used to be an angel
Living in bright light
But now I am
A fallen angel
Living in dark shadows
Living in bright light
But now I am
A fallen angel
Living in dark shadows
diamond poems
Pure
White, beautiful
Singing, dancing, glowing
Snow, sugar, crystals, diamonds
Darkening, killing, dying
Soulless, black
Tainted
Red
Crimson, warmth
Flowing, dripping, falling
Blood, wrath, fear, destruction
Drying, stopping, chilling
Cold, icy
Blue
Pain
Hard, punishment
Burning, thrashing, screaming
Torture, blood, hopelessness, tears
Stilling, staggering, falling
Empty, devoid
Numb
Fear
Controls, weak
Running, hiding, avoiding
Darkness, death, plague, tormentors
Standing, smiling, laughing
Strong, seeking
Fearless
Lost
Alone, scared
Trembling, crying, calling
Dread, cold, depressed, fallen
Smiling, dancing, laughing
Happy, warm
Found
White, beautiful
Singing, dancing, glowing
Snow, sugar, crystals, diamonds
Darkening, killing, dying
Soulless, black
Tainted
Red
Crimson, warmth
Flowing, dripping, falling
Blood, wrath, fear, destruction
Drying, stopping, chilling
Cold, icy
Blue
Pain
Hard, punishment
Burning, thrashing, screaming
Torture, blood, hopelessness, tears
Stilling, staggering, falling
Empty, devoid
Numb
Fear
Controls, weak
Running, hiding, avoiding
Darkness, death, plague, tormentors
Standing, smiling, laughing
Strong, seeking
Fearless
Lost
Alone, scared
Trembling, crying, calling
Dread, cold, depressed, fallen
Smiling, dancing, laughing
Happy, warm
Found
ABC poem
After the day is gone they fearfully rise, clutching
Blankets and covered in
Cold sweat
Darkness brings out what they fear
Evening is sunless, hopeless
Failure to stop trembling
Greatly alerting the senses
Hearts pound so loud
It’s almost hurting my ears
Just a little more and the screams start
Keeping their cries close
Loosing to the sun
My day is done
Next to me in a room all too bright
Others take over
Part of me, father time dares not
Question me
Respectful I am to father
Someday I will have the power to rise above him, for I am the
Time keeper’s daughter
Unknown to the world, I am invisible
Vital to the world of nightmares and dreamscapes
Without them the world will not dream or be tormented
Xeric desert
Yielding to the sun and rising with the moon
Zinnia and tiger lilies never shall I see, only moon vine and night blooming cereus will be mine
Blankets and covered in
Cold sweat
Darkness brings out what they fear
Evening is sunless, hopeless
Failure to stop trembling
Greatly alerting the senses
Hearts pound so loud
It’s almost hurting my ears
Just a little more and the screams start
Keeping their cries close
Loosing to the sun
My day is done
Next to me in a room all too bright
Others take over
Part of me, father time dares not
Question me
Respectful I am to father
Someday I will have the power to rise above him, for I am the
Time keeper’s daughter
Unknown to the world, I am invisible
Vital to the world of nightmares and dreamscapes
Without them the world will not dream or be tormented
Xeric desert
Yielding to the sun and rising with the moon
Zinnia and tiger lilies never shall I see, only moon vine and night blooming cereus will be mine
human raised devils
After the sun sets darkness
Beacons him
Calls him to venture
Demons
Ever watchful waiting
Fallen light
Gorging upon the flesh of the slain
Healthy, filled with blood
Insightful to the darkness
Joyful, drunk on fear
Killing,
Listening,
Making the
Nightmares that consume the peace
Of dreams
Peering into the evils of a mortal mind
Quivering, shaking
Reeking of hatred
Steely eyes, murderous in daylight
Talking with demons in the dark
Useful guardian of young devils; Teaching
Valuable skills, mouths
Wet with blood; sleep calls them; the human whom they call
Xaro smiles as his lessons fill their minds
Yet he knows when they grow up they will leave; his favorite whom he named
Zorono, he prays will return; even if it is to destroy him.
After years of raising night devils
Before he dies; Xaro had but one wish; to see his favorite
Creature of the night once more; the little
Demon he called Zorono grew up and left like all the rest
Ever since that dreadful day his life ended; he didn’t mean to get attached to the
Fiend, but it happened; his heart broke
Grief flooded his mind
Hatred for the rest of the night fiends
Ignited his passions to destroy them; insanity
Jolted his now fragile mind
Killing more in frenzied attacks
Lacking the ability to cease
Maddened
Never sated; he wandered again
Only to see the face that haunted his dreams
Paralyzed by the sight, his clouded mind cleared
Quieting his
Rage and desire to kill
Said fiend approached the one that raised him
Ten thousand fires burned behind glowing eyes
Unless the demon remembered him he would surely be destroyed
Venturing a risk Xaro reached out and let his arms encircle Zorono; he
Willed the pain of Zorono’s fangs away as they embedded themselves into
Xaro’s flesh; he had his wish granted and surrendered to death
Yearning to see one more time, he ripped the fangs away and stared into the burning eyes
Zorono, now enraged tore the flesh from Xaro’s bones and whispered one sinister goodbye
Beacons him
Calls him to venture
Demons
Ever watchful waiting
Fallen light
Gorging upon the flesh of the slain
Healthy, filled with blood
Insightful to the darkness
Joyful, drunk on fear
Killing,
Listening,
Making the
Nightmares that consume the peace
Of dreams
Peering into the evils of a mortal mind
Quivering, shaking
Reeking of hatred
Steely eyes, murderous in daylight
Talking with demons in the dark
Useful guardian of young devils; Teaching
Valuable skills, mouths
Wet with blood; sleep calls them; the human whom they call
Xaro smiles as his lessons fill their minds
Yet he knows when they grow up they will leave; his favorite whom he named
Zorono, he prays will return; even if it is to destroy him.
After years of raising night devils
Before he dies; Xaro had but one wish; to see his favorite
Creature of the night once more; the little
Demon he called Zorono grew up and left like all the rest
Ever since that dreadful day his life ended; he didn’t mean to get attached to the
Fiend, but it happened; his heart broke
Grief flooded his mind
Hatred for the rest of the night fiends
Ignited his passions to destroy them; insanity
Jolted his now fragile mind
Killing more in frenzied attacks
Lacking the ability to cease
Maddened
Never sated; he wandered again
Only to see the face that haunted his dreams
Paralyzed by the sight, his clouded mind cleared
Quieting his
Rage and desire to kill
Said fiend approached the one that raised him
Ten thousand fires burned behind glowing eyes
Unless the demon remembered him he would surely be destroyed
Venturing a risk Xaro reached out and let his arms encircle Zorono; he
Willed the pain of Zorono’s fangs away as they embedded themselves into
Xaro’s flesh; he had his wish granted and surrendered to death
Yearning to see one more time, he ripped the fangs away and stared into the burning eyes
Zorono, now enraged tore the flesh from Xaro’s bones and whispered one sinister goodbye
Friday, November 21, 2008
dark and light
A soul pure as snow meets a soul whose hue is darker than a moonless night
The dark one disguises himself and politely speaks with the light
The light, lost in sweet speech cannot see the façade at hand
The dark draws a poison and hides it with ease. Cold scales tingle against darks skin
The light talks cheerily, letting a scream escape when silted eyes meet with eyes of light
Dark smiles wickedly and bids light farewell
Light cries, eyes clouding in confusion as poison is delivered. Pain shakes light and light falls
Dark laughter fills still air as a crimson pool surrounds a darkening light
The dark one disguises himself and politely speaks with the light
The light, lost in sweet speech cannot see the façade at hand
The dark draws a poison and hides it with ease. Cold scales tingle against darks skin
The light talks cheerily, letting a scream escape when silted eyes meet with eyes of light
Dark smiles wickedly and bids light farewell
Light cries, eyes clouding in confusion as poison is delivered. Pain shakes light and light falls
Dark laughter fills still air as a crimson pool surrounds a darkening light
poetic charades
Invisible
Biting through every protective layer
Causing you to curl up
Though there’s no stopping it
Being numbed
It makes you shiver
Biting through every protective layer
Causing you to curl up
Though there’s no stopping it
Being numbed
It makes you shiver
Thursday, November 20, 2008
no title for it
Once upon a sunny day
As I lay upon the hay
I watched the clouds drift by
In their journey across the sky
I fell asleep, when I do not know
Something wet feel from the sky, snow?
I opened my eyes and saw the hay red
The sight alone filled me with dread
A stranger with a crimson stained knife
The corpse beside him, he had already taken a life
Disguised in a hood of midnight black on his head
His eyes filled with fire, burning red
My heart raced and my adrenalin rushed
As I tried to stand my windpipe was crushed
His hand on my throat, his knife at his side
Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
The fire from the torch, the only light
As day passed to night
I lose all hope, to death I am going
Losing consciousness as my air stops flowing
Still and cold I feel at peace
Yet the nightmare refuses to cease
I awake, someone’s shaking me
Shocked I’m still breathing, didn’t he kill me?
To a tree I’m tied
My fear is rising but my nerves are fried
The stranger sits calmly observing me
My blood boils, twisting my wrists against the rough bark of the tree
He slowly walks over, his knife in tow
His intentions I do not know
His hand rests on the side of my face
He smiles at me, wrath gone without a trace
As I lay upon the hay
I watched the clouds drift by
In their journey across the sky
I fell asleep, when I do not know
Something wet feel from the sky, snow?
I opened my eyes and saw the hay red
The sight alone filled me with dread
A stranger with a crimson stained knife
The corpse beside him, he had already taken a life
Disguised in a hood of midnight black on his head
His eyes filled with fire, burning red
My heart raced and my adrenalin rushed
As I tried to stand my windpipe was crushed
His hand on my throat, his knife at his side
Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
The fire from the torch, the only light
As day passed to night
I lose all hope, to death I am going
Losing consciousness as my air stops flowing
Still and cold I feel at peace
Yet the nightmare refuses to cease
I awake, someone’s shaking me
Shocked I’m still breathing, didn’t he kill me?
To a tree I’m tied
My fear is rising but my nerves are fried
The stranger sits calmly observing me
My blood boils, twisting my wrists against the rough bark of the tree
He slowly walks over, his knife in tow
His intentions I do not know
His hand rests on the side of my face
He smiles at me, wrath gone without a trace
quote of the day (nov 20, 2008)
Asking a writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
quote of the day (nov 19, 2008)
I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio
untitled
Fighting against my greatest enemy
Fighting an impossible battle
Fighting for my life
Trying to keep my heart calm
Trying to overpower my friend turned foe
Trying to keep my sanity
Losing to my confusion and terror
Losing to my friend who betrayed me
Losing to my shattered heart
Lying on the frozen ground
Lying in a puddle of my chilled blood
Lying to my heart
Crying as my life flashes by
Crying as my friend’s voice fills my head
Crying as I fall to despair
Falling as my cold hand is covered by warmth
Falling as warm tears splatter my still form
Falling as my world fades
Fighting an impossible battle
Fighting for my life
Trying to keep my heart calm
Trying to overpower my friend turned foe
Trying to keep my sanity
Losing to my confusion and terror
Losing to my friend who betrayed me
Losing to my shattered heart
Lying on the frozen ground
Lying in a puddle of my chilled blood
Lying to my heart
Crying as my life flashes by
Crying as my friend’s voice fills my head
Crying as I fall to despair
Falling as my cold hand is covered by warmth
Falling as warm tears splatter my still form
Falling as my world fades
paper cut
Oh blank piece of paper
What shall I do with you?
Make a paper airplane?
Draw a masterpiece?
Write beautiful poetry?
OW!
Of just throw you away!?
What shall I do with you?
Make a paper airplane?
Draw a masterpiece?
Write beautiful poetry?
OW!
Of just throw you away!?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
quote of the day (nov 12, 2008)
I don’t think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
quote of the day (nov 11, 2008)
Some have been thought to be brave because they were afraid to run away
Friday, November 7, 2008
quote of the day (nov 7, 2008)
If you don’t believe in ghosts then you’ve never been to a family reunion
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Aftermath
Air thick and heavy thousands of
lightless eyes staring back
at you scavenger birds hovering in
a crimson sky battle cries
still ring screams of agony hauntingly
follow crimson covered hands begin
to itch as a crimson blade sings victory
has been achieved you look onto
the unmoving fallen.
Was it worth it?
lightless eyes staring back
at you scavenger birds hovering in
a crimson sky battle cries
still ring screams of agony hauntingly
follow crimson covered hands begin
to itch as a crimson blade sings victory
has been achieved you look onto
the unmoving fallen.
Was it worth it?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
whip
The leather strikes flesh
The flesh is bruised then torn
Red lines run down my back
The burning strings that weave themselves around me
Everyone I know is watching
Every one of them glad it isn’t them
They try not to laugh at me
I refuse to look their way
I am holding back tears of humiliation
The flesh is bruised then torn
Red lines run down my back
The burning strings that weave themselves around me
Everyone I know is watching
Every one of them glad it isn’t them
They try not to laugh at me
I refuse to look their way
I am holding back tears of humiliation
quote of the day (nov 5, 2008)
To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
quote of the day (nov 3, 2008)
I have discovered that all human evil comes from this; man’s being unable to sit still in a room
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
quote of the day (oct 28, 2008)
A bore is a man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company
Monday, October 27, 2008
made up words poem
Deep in a forest there lives an evilkillerous
The evilkillerous was a terrible beast
With dripping fangs and face melting breath
In this forest also lives a killerdom
Don’t let the name fool you
For the killerdom is the nicest beast in the forest
The killerdom protects the jurbles
The jurbles are a peaceful, small creature
They dance every night to the sounds of the night
The killerdom protects the jurbles as they do the puck dance
They twibble and twirl, but never strand too far away
For if they do the evilkillerous shall have his next meal
The evilkillerous was a terrible beast
With dripping fangs and face melting breath
In this forest also lives a killerdom
Don’t let the name fool you
For the killerdom is the nicest beast in the forest
The killerdom protects the jurbles
The jurbles are a peaceful, small creature
They dance every night to the sounds of the night
The killerdom protects the jurbles as they do the puck dance
They twibble and twirl, but never strand too far away
For if they do the evilkillerous shall have his next meal
quote of the day (oct 27, 2008)
Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you’re scared to death
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
quote of the day (oct 23, 2008)
Everyone should have kids. They are the greatest joy in the world. But they are also terrorists. You’ll realize this as soon as they are born, and they start using sleep deprivation to break you.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
pros poem
A shriek of terror fills the air. A crimson stained blade catches moonlight. Gasping for breath he attempts to crawl away. The stained blade crosses his path. He looks into his tormentors eyes, silently begging. The sinister blade sinks deep into a broken skull. One last breath passes his lips and his eyes dim. The blade disappears and the tormentor vanishes.
quote of the day (oct 22, 2008)
Skill is successfully walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls. Intelligence is not trying.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
quote of the day (oct 15, 2008)
Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person your complaining about
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
quote of the day (oct 13, 2008)
A scout troop consists of twelve little kids dressed like schmucks following a big schmuck dressed like a kid.
Monday, October 13, 2008
dreamscape
Waiting in my field of dreams
Silently watching my blue sky turn grey
I know no one can hear my screams
My nightmares begging me to stay
I know if I run they will give chase
I know if I hide they will seek
I stay with my emotionless face
The sun never shall I glance a peek
My will has been shattered
My mind clouded over in mist
My body is bruised and battered
Will I be remembered, will I even be missed
I suddenly rise, my skin cold to feel
I look around and my nightmare is real
Silently watching my blue sky turn grey
I know no one can hear my screams
My nightmares begging me to stay
I know if I run they will give chase
I know if I hide they will seek
I stay with my emotionless face
The sun never shall I glance a peek
My will has been shattered
My mind clouded over in mist
My body is bruised and battered
Will I be remembered, will I even be missed
I suddenly rise, my skin cold to feel
I look around and my nightmare is real
Friday, October 10, 2008
solitude
Alone with my pain
Alone with my hate
Alone with my suffering
Alone with my torment
Alone with my fears
Alone, always alone
Alone with my hate
Alone with my suffering
Alone with my torment
Alone with my fears
Alone, always alone
broken
A broken heart never heals
A plagued mind never rests
With wounded pride and broken bones
And hatred to devour my soul
A plagued mind never rests
With wounded pride and broken bones
And hatred to devour my soul
tears
Tears of joy
Tears of pain
Tears of sorrow
I shed none for joy
Nor for sorrow or pain
Only tears of rage
Tears of pain
Tears of sorrow
I shed none for joy
Nor for sorrow or pain
Only tears of rage
quote of the day (oct 10, 2008)
Whoever said nothings impossible never tried to nail jell-o to a tree
Thursday, October 9, 2008
quote of the day (oct 9, 2008)
Everything is drive through; in California they have a burial service called ‘jump in the box’
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
my favorite apples to apples cards (top 65)
Spontaneous combustion- the ignition of substances without application of an external heat source. (A good plot for the x-files)
Getting a hug- Hmmmm…nice
House guests- How many visitors does it take to drive you crazy? Go on- take a guest!
Meatloaf- Large and intimidating—(the dish not the singer!)
Pirates- “yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me
Dark alleys- Don’t go there!
Ninjas
A morgue- given strange eons, even death may die (H.P. Lovecraft)
A school cafeteria- food fight!
Kilts- if Mel Gibson can wear one, so can you.
Television- one-hundred and sixty-four channels and nothing worth watching
Spilled milk- got milk? WHOOPS apparently not…
Vampires- legendary blood sucking monsters.
Flying monkeys- the reason why the wizard of oz still gives us nightmares
Spiders- there are more than 34,000 species of spiders. Try not to think about THAT right before bedtime.
Gossip- petty, backbiting, rumor-mongering, (see also: journalism)
Chickens- from incubator to rotisserie in 56 days. (run chickn run!)
A haunted house- maybe if people would STOP building their dream homes on ancient burial grounds…
Scene of the crime- it was colonel mustard, in the library, with the candlestick.
Canadians- how many Canadians does it take to screw in a light bulb? Fifteen, fourteen to chip it out of the ice, and one to screw it in.
My family- they’ll drive you nuts. As long as you do the same to them, it’s all even.
Doing the dishes- you wash, I’ll watch.
Cleaning the bathroom- it’s YOUR turn!
Lawyers- we’d throw some joke in here, but were afraid of getting sued.
Summer camp- if the bugs don’t get you, the poison ivy will!
Duct tape- all purpose…all of the time…
Stephen king- 1947- American author of horror novels who’s sold more than 100 million copies of his books. Talk about frightening…
Tree huggers- environmentalists to the left, wackos to the right
My boss- …is an idiot. You know it, we know it.
Cell phones- get off the phone or get off the road!
A crawl space- where you’ll find something the cat dragged in.
My bedroom- no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My body- mine is a temple- specifically the temple of doom…
Skiing- Swiss for suicide
The end of the world- it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine…
My refrigerator- it’s a science experiment!
Trailer parks- also known as tornado magnets
Hand grenades- close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades!
Count Dracula- I vant to suck your blood!
Chameleons- the chameleon is a lizard that changes color when frightened (or is that a politician)
Computer hackers- we didn’t mean to shut down the entire government…
Reading a book- so many books, so little time
Going to the dentist- this wont hurt a bit…
Parenting- the process of discovering you are becoming just like your parents
At my parents house- like never-never land, your never seen as an adult here
Conspiracy theories- oh, that was just a coincidence!
Cults- they seemed nice…
Toasted marshmallows- how do you like yours- golden brown or flaming?
Toasters- wait- don’t stick that fork in there!
Batman- how does batman’s mother call him home? “dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner- BATMAN!
Castles- kings, queens, knights in shining armor, and little square hamburgers
Grave robbers- famous for their bodies of work
Mosquitoes- they suck
Jack the ripper- accused of murdering six women in 1888 and suspected in other murders. Still at large.
The KKK- if they’re supposed to be the master race, why do they keep misspelling “clan”?
Brains- vital to human existence and mad scientists
Leeches- any mention of lawyers, agents, or reporters would be FAR too easy…
Family reunions- just to remind you why you moved away in the first place…
The mafia- a loose association of criminal groups, bound to a blood oath and sworn to secrecy. (of course now we have to kill you)
Ghost towns- population unknown
Cold pizza- the breakfast of champions
Babies- little bundles of joy…who needs sleep anyway?
A sunset- the sun never set on the British empire…because god didn’t trust the English in the dark.
Clowns- they would be really funny if they weren’t so darn scary.
Hooligans- hey kids! Get outta my yard!
Getting a hug- Hmmmm…nice
House guests- How many visitors does it take to drive you crazy? Go on- take a guest!
Meatloaf- Large and intimidating—(the dish not the singer!)
Pirates- “yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me
Dark alleys- Don’t go there!
Ninjas
A morgue- given strange eons, even death may die (H.P. Lovecraft)
A school cafeteria- food fight!
Kilts- if Mel Gibson can wear one, so can you.
Television- one-hundred and sixty-four channels and nothing worth watching
Spilled milk- got milk? WHOOPS apparently not…
Vampires- legendary blood sucking monsters.
Flying monkeys- the reason why the wizard of oz still gives us nightmares
Spiders- there are more than 34,000 species of spiders. Try not to think about THAT right before bedtime.
Gossip- petty, backbiting, rumor-mongering, (see also: journalism)
Chickens- from incubator to rotisserie in 56 days. (run chickn run!)
A haunted house- maybe if people would STOP building their dream homes on ancient burial grounds…
Scene of the crime- it was colonel mustard, in the library, with the candlestick.
Canadians- how many Canadians does it take to screw in a light bulb? Fifteen, fourteen to chip it out of the ice, and one to screw it in.
My family- they’ll drive you nuts. As long as you do the same to them, it’s all even.
Doing the dishes- you wash, I’ll watch.
Cleaning the bathroom- it’s YOUR turn!
Lawyers- we’d throw some joke in here, but were afraid of getting sued.
Summer camp- if the bugs don’t get you, the poison ivy will!
Duct tape- all purpose…all of the time…
Stephen king- 1947- American author of horror novels who’s sold more than 100 million copies of his books. Talk about frightening…
Tree huggers- environmentalists to the left, wackos to the right
My boss- …is an idiot. You know it, we know it.
Cell phones- get off the phone or get off the road!
A crawl space- where you’ll find something the cat dragged in.
My bedroom- no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My body- mine is a temple- specifically the temple of doom…
Skiing- Swiss for suicide
The end of the world- it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine…
My refrigerator- it’s a science experiment!
Trailer parks- also known as tornado magnets
Hand grenades- close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades!
Count Dracula- I vant to suck your blood!
Chameleons- the chameleon is a lizard that changes color when frightened (or is that a politician)
Computer hackers- we didn’t mean to shut down the entire government…
Reading a book- so many books, so little time
Going to the dentist- this wont hurt a bit…
Parenting- the process of discovering you are becoming just like your parents
At my parents house- like never-never land, your never seen as an adult here
Conspiracy theories- oh, that was just a coincidence!
Cults- they seemed nice…
Toasted marshmallows- how do you like yours- golden brown or flaming?
Toasters- wait- don’t stick that fork in there!
Batman- how does batman’s mother call him home? “dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner- BATMAN!
Castles- kings, queens, knights in shining armor, and little square hamburgers
Grave robbers- famous for their bodies of work
Mosquitoes- they suck
Jack the ripper- accused of murdering six women in 1888 and suspected in other murders. Still at large.
The KKK- if they’re supposed to be the master race, why do they keep misspelling “clan”?
Brains- vital to human existence and mad scientists
Leeches- any mention of lawyers, agents, or reporters would be FAR too easy…
Family reunions- just to remind you why you moved away in the first place…
The mafia- a loose association of criminal groups, bound to a blood oath and sworn to secrecy. (of course now we have to kill you)
Ghost towns- population unknown
Cold pizza- the breakfast of champions
Babies- little bundles of joy…who needs sleep anyway?
A sunset- the sun never set on the British empire…because god didn’t trust the English in the dark.
Clowns- they would be really funny if they weren’t so darn scary.
Hooligans- hey kids! Get outta my yard!
quote of the day (oct 7, 2008)
If you’re one in a million, there are six thousand people exactly like you
Monday, October 6, 2008
anubis
Ruler of the underworld
Weighing the human heart
You against a block of virtue
Your own heart now upon the scale
invisible
I see you
You can’t see me
I see what you are
I see what you make yourself
I see your ups
I see your downs
You can’t see me
I can see through another’s eyes
I can make your life pleasant
I can make it miserable
You turn
Something’s watching you
But you still can’t see me
You can’t see me
I see what you are
I see what you make yourself
I see your ups
I see your downs
You can’t see me
I can see through another’s eyes
I can make your life pleasant
I can make it miserable
You turn
Something’s watching you
But you still can’t see me
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
my sestina
Rising again to the torture
Across your face arms and legs, dry blood
Trembling in your chains you feel nothing but fear
Wishing desperately wishing you could run
This terrible pain you wish to escape
We are the dead
We are the dead
Agonizing torture
Crying out with no escape
Pouring new rivers of crimson blood
Mocking laughter and the need to run
To disappear to hide from your fear
The pain and laughter leaves you shaking in fear
We are the dead
There is nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide from this torture
This punishment we must bear for the sins of others, spilling betrayal and life blood
No relief no end to the torment and no escape
Escape
Running out of fear
Drowning in our own blood
We are the dead
Lost in never ending torture
Unable to run
Yet still you wish you could run
Knowing there is no escape
Torture
Whimpering softly in mild fear
We are the dead
Crimson wounds providing little blood
Skin pale, empty, no more blood
No more desire to run
We are the dead
No more need to escape
Emotionless, feeling no fear
Painless torture
Lost in sweet dreams we have escaped
Free to run
The end of torture
Across your face arms and legs, dry blood
Trembling in your chains you feel nothing but fear
Wishing desperately wishing you could run
This terrible pain you wish to escape
We are the dead
We are the dead
Agonizing torture
Crying out with no escape
Pouring new rivers of crimson blood
Mocking laughter and the need to run
To disappear to hide from your fear
The pain and laughter leaves you shaking in fear
We are the dead
There is nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide from this torture
This punishment we must bear for the sins of others, spilling betrayal and life blood
No relief no end to the torment and no escape
Escape
Running out of fear
Drowning in our own blood
We are the dead
Lost in never ending torture
Unable to run
Yet still you wish you could run
Knowing there is no escape
Torture
Whimpering softly in mild fear
We are the dead
Crimson wounds providing little blood
Skin pale, empty, no more blood
No more desire to run
We are the dead
No more need to escape
Emotionless, feeling no fear
Painless torture
Lost in sweet dreams we have escaped
Free to run
The end of torture
quote of the day (september 30)
before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. after that who cares? ...he's a mile away and you've got his shoes.
--Billy Connolly
--Billy Connolly
we the demonic
Grieving and crying
Hunted and destroyed
Out of sight out of mind
Screaming with crimson regret
Tremors rattle the soul
Searching for safety
Hunted and destroyed
Out of sight out of mind
Screaming with crimson regret
Tremors rattle the soul
Searching for safety
Monday, September 29, 2008
quote of the day
i despise people who own dogs. theyre just cowards who havent got the guts to bite people themselves.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
water sports
Misery on a plank
Salty liquid fills your mouth
A violent struggle
Fixed in suspended animation
Light slowly fading
Lungs threatening to explode
…deadline
You watch in curious horror
As your body sinks into an abyss
You reach out to grasp the sinking object
It slips through transparent fingers
A wide fearful look burns into memory
Light fading as you follow
Alone now in darkness
On a sandy bed you lay
Lifeless eyes staring back at you
You never got to say goodbye
Salty liquid fills your mouth
A violent struggle
Fixed in suspended animation
Light slowly fading
Lungs threatening to explode
…deadline
You watch in curious horror
As your body sinks into an abyss
You reach out to grasp the sinking object
It slips through transparent fingers
A wide fearful look burns into memory
Light fading as you follow
Alone now in darkness
On a sandy bed you lay
Lifeless eyes staring back at you
You never got to say goodbye
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
battle of thine
Deep within you know
Escape is futile
Still you try
Pleading in a useless fight
Escape is futile
Repeating your plea
As stinging tears run freely
Tormentors gleeful
Into an abyss you fall
Out of time and space
Never to return to the place you call home
Escape is futile
Still you try
Pleading in a useless fight
Escape is futile
Repeating your plea
As stinging tears run freely
Tormentors gleeful
Into an abyss you fall
Out of time and space
Never to return to the place you call home
hold on
Don’t turn out the light
Escape the inevitable
Alter reality
Think no more
Holding on by a thread
Escape the inevitable
Alter reality
Think no more
Holding on by a thread
a no title poem
Many a nothing comes to mind
Out of ideas
Useless arguments
Nothing but a blank
Tumbling into the chasm of insanity
All is lost
Into the abyss
Nothing but darkness
Out of ideas
Useless arguments
Nothing but a blank
Tumbling into the chasm of insanity
All is lost
Into the abyss
Nothing but darkness
random three
All is crimson
Gushing from open wounds
Outlasting the happiness
Never ending screams fill the air
Yearning for an escape
Flowing
Liquid fire
Outstretched limbs consumed by black flame
Otherworldly screams fill the air
Death is sweet oblivion
Battered and bruised
Lakes of crimson liquid form
Onlookers laugh
Openly upon seeing your broken exposed soul
Dread fills your nearly unconscious heart
Gushing from open wounds
Outlasting the happiness
Never ending screams fill the air
Yearning for an escape
Flowing
Liquid fire
Outstretched limbs consumed by black flame
Otherworldly screams fill the air
Death is sweet oblivion
Battered and bruised
Lakes of crimson liquid form
Onlookers laugh
Openly upon seeing your broken exposed soul
Dread fills your nearly unconscious heart
seven
Everyone has a price
Never ending wants consume
Vital signs ignored
Yearning for something you cant have
Leather and lace
Urges and persuades
Stealing pieces of your soul
Tearing at hearts
Great yet horrible things
Reaches out to your weak heart
Easy prey
Easily fooled and corrupted
Destroying all you hold dear
War and pain tears the soul
Rage stirs in the heart
Agony burns it to ash
Ties of love severed
Hatred rules all
Great horrible astonishment
Leering words
Ultimate demise
Taking all
Threatening
Only loyal to one
Never resting hunger
Yearning to consume us
Practice makes perfect
Reaching for the stars and succeeding
Idolizing oneself
Dropping covers on the rest
Eternal lies
Slow to respond
Longing for silence
Outside has no thrill
Treatment is no option
Hovering in suspended animation
Never ending wants consume
Vital signs ignored
Yearning for something you cant have
Leather and lace
Urges and persuades
Stealing pieces of your soul
Tearing at hearts
Great yet horrible things
Reaches out to your weak heart
Easy prey
Easily fooled and corrupted
Destroying all you hold dear
War and pain tears the soul
Rage stirs in the heart
Agony burns it to ash
Ties of love severed
Hatred rules all
Great horrible astonishment
Leering words
Ultimate demise
Taking all
Threatening
Only loyal to one
Never resting hunger
Yearning to consume us
Practice makes perfect
Reaching for the stars and succeeding
Idolizing oneself
Dropping covers on the rest
Eternal lies
Slow to respond
Longing for silence
Outside has no thrill
Treatment is no option
Hovering in suspended animation
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
free write poem
There is a thing called free write, a stressful exercise
You are the grand prize winner of headaches and hand cramps
The stress starts about thirty seconds in
When you run out of things to write
Then the pain kicks in
Only a little, nothing more
One minute in and your mind will wander
You get back on track, not for long
More pain comes your way
This time it’s not just a little tap
One minute thirty seconds you’re repeating one line
‘I can’t think of anything’
The pain is always there now and one more line
‘Make it stop’
Two minutes in your mind starts to weaken
Running out of paper and hand coordination
The burning and the ache are stronger now
Your writing is unreadable even to you
Two and a half minutes and the teacher calls thirty seconds to go
Your mushy brain is relieved and still writing one sentence
Your hands are throwing a fit and screaming at you to stop
But you can’t until the teacher allows the torture to end
Stop, the teacher calls. Relief is swept around the room
Yes people I timed her, three minutes is what I counted though I my have lost track
The rapid hand stops and the intense pain turns into a dull thudding ache
You relax momentarily, weary hands needing the break
“Round 2!” the teacher yells
Back to the headaches and back to the pain
Only we predict the second round will be worse
We were not mistaken
You are the grand prize winner of headaches and hand cramps
The stress starts about thirty seconds in
When you run out of things to write
Then the pain kicks in
Only a little, nothing more
One minute in and your mind will wander
You get back on track, not for long
More pain comes your way
This time it’s not just a little tap
One minute thirty seconds you’re repeating one line
‘I can’t think of anything’
The pain is always there now and one more line
‘Make it stop’
Two minutes in your mind starts to weaken
Running out of paper and hand coordination
The burning and the ache are stronger now
Your writing is unreadable even to you
Two and a half minutes and the teacher calls thirty seconds to go
Your mushy brain is relieved and still writing one sentence
Your hands are throwing a fit and screaming at you to stop
But you can’t until the teacher allows the torture to end
Stop, the teacher calls. Relief is swept around the room
Yes people I timed her, three minutes is what I counted though I my have lost track
The rapid hand stops and the intense pain turns into a dull thudding ache
You relax momentarily, weary hands needing the break
“Round 2!” the teacher yells
Back to the headaches and back to the pain
Only we predict the second round will be worse
We were not mistaken
extended metaphor
Mothers at night
The forest is like a playground
Sand soft to the touch slips between nimble hands
Tall trees challenge the curious and brave
An intertwining jungle gym of branches casts checkered shadows
Various children laugh and yell in the moonlight
Weary parents keep watch
A young kitsune plays happily in a cool stream
His mother ever ready to protect her angel
A draconian babe eagerly climbs into the high canopy
His mother smiling as he ascends
A centaur child plays tag, weaving about the trees
Her father letting her win
A damphir silently watches the stream, hypnotized by the waters motion
His human mother lovingly keeping an eye on her vampire child
A dull snap, a familiar scent
Mothers quickly gather their small joys and disappear
The hunter curses as he moves forward into the wood
For many nights he has heard the noise
For many nights he has sought to kill the source
Only to fail for making an amateurs mistake
The forest is like a playground
Sand soft to the touch slips between nimble hands
Tall trees challenge the curious and brave
An intertwining jungle gym of branches casts checkered shadows
Various children laugh and yell in the moonlight
Weary parents keep watch
A young kitsune plays happily in a cool stream
His mother ever ready to protect her angel
A draconian babe eagerly climbs into the high canopy
His mother smiling as he ascends
A centaur child plays tag, weaving about the trees
Her father letting her win
A damphir silently watches the stream, hypnotized by the waters motion
His human mother lovingly keeping an eye on her vampire child
A dull snap, a familiar scent
Mothers quickly gather their small joys and disappear
The hunter curses as he moves forward into the wood
For many nights he has heard the noise
For many nights he has sought to kill the source
Only to fail for making an amateurs mistake
the complicated no good villanelle i made in class
Mocking laugher makes you twitch
The masked face you know is sneering
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
Your tormentor’s voice digging you a ditch
Tears roll freely as you can only sit fearing
Mocking laughter makes you twitch
Pain shakes your body; your breath comes to hitch
No hope and wishing you had no sense of hearing
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
Your stomach lurches but there’s nothing to pitch
Your mind wanders to serenity, a grassy clearing
Mocking laugher makes you twitch
A knife runs down your cheek, you involuntarily flinch
Brought back to reality, your tormentor sneering
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
Vision fades, mind frozen over, last breath passing with a pained hitch
Death is no longer worth fearing
Mocking laugher makes you twitch
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
The masked face you know is sneering
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
Your tormentor’s voice digging you a ditch
Tears roll freely as you can only sit fearing
Mocking laughter makes you twitch
Pain shakes your body; your breath comes to hitch
No hope and wishing you had no sense of hearing
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
Your stomach lurches but there’s nothing to pitch
Your mind wanders to serenity, a grassy clearing
Mocking laugher makes you twitch
A knife runs down your cheek, you involuntarily flinch
Brought back to reality, your tormentor sneering
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
Vision fades, mind frozen over, last breath passing with a pained hitch
Death is no longer worth fearing
Mocking laugher makes you twitch
Open cuts bring your body to a burning itch
tonight is
Tonight is a werewolf’s cry
Tonight is the banshees shriek
Tonight is a chimaeras call
Tonight is the vampires whisper
Tonight is a sirens song
Tonight is the hydras roar
Tonight is a harpies scream
Tonight is the elves laughter
Tonight is a demons joy
Meanwhile a mortal world anxiously awaits sunrise
Tonight is the banshees shriek
Tonight is a chimaeras call
Tonight is the vampires whisper
Tonight is a sirens song
Tonight is the hydras roar
Tonight is a harpies scream
Tonight is the elves laughter
Tonight is a demons joy
Meanwhile a mortal world anxiously awaits sunrise
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