by Kryozerkia » Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:45 pm
by Nanatsu no Tsuki » Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:20 am
Slava Ukraini
Also: THERNSY!!
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by Kryozerkia » Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:28 am
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:Kryo, do we Generalites opress you so much? I'z sorry.
Nice poem, btw.
by Galloism » Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:39 am
by Kryozerkia » Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:49 am
Galloism wrote:This is like the twisted and creepy "Dot's Poetry Corner".
Galloism approves.
by Galloism » Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:51 am
Kryozerkia wrote:Galloism wrote:This is like the twisted and creepy "Dot's Poetry Corner".
Galloism approves.
You're comparing me to Dot?? Dot, the Warner Sister??
by Nanatsu no Tsuki » Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:08 am
Kryozerkia wrote:Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:Kryo, do we Generalites opress you so much? I'z sorry.
Nice poem, btw.
No, not at all; I just happen to have material that wouldn't be within the rules, so I'm only able to give my poetry public exposure here. Some of my fiction is quite dark; some rather raunchy and depraved.
And thanks.
For you, I've dug into the depths of my collection and pulled out the darkest poem I ever wrote. Yes it's violent. It was inspired by a fanfiction (Angel Santuary) I wrote for a friend on request he/she (and yes, I mean that literally) wanted me to write them something dark for their birthday. This poem follows that theme.
This poem is not as dark or morbid as some of my fiction/fanfiction.
Die a Thousand deaths
Die a thousand deaths
Lie a thousand years
In the fiery realms
Deep in the purgatorial fires
Deep in the heart of hell
By my hand, I swear
By the teeth of Lucifer
Thy death shalt not be…
Thine end merciless
In mine world
Cat o nine tails
The thousand lashes
Methodically stripping thee of skin
Blood seeps from thy wounds
In a small puddle upon the floor
How thou dost bleed unreservedly
The pungent odour rising
The scarlet fluid crusting
Droplets raining from thy wounds
Into rivers at thy feet
Taste the Heretic’s Fork
Thou art speechless, admirable
A collar around thy pretty neck
Four prongs cutting thy flesh
Freeing more succulent blood
The gashes are wide
The snide smirk upon
My lips so cruelly
The cat’s paw down thy chest
Pleasuring those wounds
Sweet piercing screams
They echo from thee
Thy body twitching
In pained convulsions
The blood flowing infinitely
Thy head in a vice
The skull crushed into mush
The bone shattered like crystal
The blood oozing out
From the cap of the skull crusher
Aren’t thou dead as of late?
‘Tis thy timely fate…
Thy blood spilt
Thy soul left for feed
My ravens art ravenous
Canst thou expire?
Why dost thou haunt me?
Vile ghost, thou art an illusion
Vanish, be gone wicked image
Or die again
Die again… another thousand deaths
Lie in thy cesspool of blood… another thousand years
Still in the heart of the realm
Deep o so deep within
Buried in those burning flames
Perched o so high
On that pedestal of Judas Cradle
Balanced at a point
So delicate o so painfully
A wrong move
Upon my part, a slip
A mere utter of ‘opps’
And thou art impaled
Via thine ass… through and through
Thy mortal being
Silenced so sweetly
O so simply in that trap
The binding scold’s bridle
Muting thy blinding foolhardiness
Thy tongue chained
Thy words a muffled incoherency
A trickle o blood
From the corner of thy mouth
Words in thy eye, naught on thy tongue
And if thou art vivacious
Thou shalt be made an example
Bound in the stocks by thy ankles and wrists
Made a fool in the eye of God
And in eyes of thousands
Thou shalt crave o so sorely
Thy death instantaneously
And thou shalt die
Die again…
Die again and over… another thousand years
Lie in that bed thou hast made… another thousand years
Trapped in solidarity for eternity
In the burning inferno
Deep in the heart o the purgatorial fires o hell
And die a thousand deaths
By my hand
And only my hand
Shall justice be served
Upon a silver platter
Slava Ukraini
Also: THERNSY!!
Your story isn't over;֍Help save transgender people's lives֍Help for feral cats
Cat with internet access||Supposedly heartless, & a d*ck.||Is maith an t-earra an tsíocháin.||No TGsRIP: Dyakovo & Ashmoria
by Kryozerkia » Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:45 am
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:It's just that the poem felt like the woes of a NS mod. Witty.
by Kryozerkia » Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:06 pm
by Void Templar » Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:12 pm
Kryozerkia wrote:Untitled - A Folly of Utter Nonsense
Once upon a time
There were two animals that love rhyme
They also enjoyed the taste of lime
And one was always covered in slime
It was in the abode on the floors
And deep in the basement stores
Down passed the depths of the house core
In a hole there was a mouse
And it was a smelly louse
It lived in the raccoon’s house
The raccoon is blind as a bat
And he is twice as fat
Yet he dances with a cat
That slept with a silly-billy goat
While living in a large boat
That is in a long twisty moat
And that boat is staying afloat
With a tote full of pants
Weasels see London
And weasels see France
Weasels see raccoon with no pants
Tokos wrote:It is perfectly clear that the British are racist bastards who are on an eternal quest to destroy all that is Indian. That's why so many Indians live in the United Kingdom. They're masochists.
Macante wrote:Those chavs, always loitering around on street corners, justifying British rule in India...
by Kryozerkia » Wed Jun 10, 2009 2:56 pm
Void Templar wrote:Kryozerkia wrote:Untitled - A Folly of Utter Nonsense
Once upon a time
There were two animals that love rhyme
They also enjoyed the taste of lime
And one was always covered in slime
It was in the abode on the floors
And deep in the basement stores
Down passed the depths of the house core
In a hole there was a mouse
And it was a smelly louse
It lived in the raccoon’s house
The raccoon is blind as a bat
And he is twice as fat
Yet he dances with a cat
That slept with a silly-billy goat
While living in a large boat
That is in a long twisty moat
And that boat is staying afloat
With a tote full of pants
Weasels see London
And weasels see France
Weasels see raccoon with no pants
I like this one. It's exactly the kind of nonsensical stuff I love.
by Buffett and Colbert » Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:05 pm
You-Gi-Owe wrote:If someone were to ask me about your online persona as a standard of your "date-ability", I'd rate you as "worth investigating further & passionate about beliefs". But, enough of the idle speculation on why you didn't score with the opposite gender.
by Buffett and Colbert » Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:06 pm
Kryozerkia wrote:Untitled - A Folly of Utter Nonsense
Once upon a time
There were two animals that love rhyme
They also enjoyed the taste of lime
And one was always covered in slime
It was in the abode on the floors
And deep in the basement stores
Down passed the depths of the house core
In a hole there was a mouse
And it was a smelly louse
It lived in the raccoon’s house
The raccoon is blind as a bat
And he is twice as fat
Yet he dances with a cat
That slept with a silly-billy goat
While living in a large boat
That is in a long twisty moat
And that boat is staying afloat
With a tote full of pants
Weasels see London
And weasels see France
Weasels see raccoon with no pants
You-Gi-Owe wrote:If someone were to ask me about your online persona as a standard of your "date-ability", I'd rate you as "worth investigating further & passionate about beliefs". But, enough of the idle speculation on why you didn't score with the opposite gender.
by North Wiedna » Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:14 pm
Kryozerkia wrote:Untitled - A Folly of Utter Nonsense
Once upon a time
There were two animals that love rhyme
They also enjoyed the taste of lime
And one was always covered in slime
It was in the abode on the floors
And deep in the basement stores
Down passed the depths of the house core
In a hole there was a mouse
And it was a smelly louse
It lived in the raccoon’s house
The raccoon is blind as a bat
And he is twice as fat
Yet he dances with a cat
That slept with a silly-billy goat
While living in a large boat
That is in a long twisty moat
And that boat is staying afloat
With a tote full of pants
Weasels see London
And weasels see France
Weasels see raccoon with no pants
by Kryozerkia » Thu Jun 11, 2009 7:28 pm
North Wiedna wrote:Kryozerkia wrote:Untitled - A Folly of Utter Nonsense
Once upon a time
There were two animals that love rhyme
They also enjoyed the taste of lime
And one was always covered in slime
It was in the abode on the floors
And deep in the basement stores
Down passed the depths of the house core
In a hole there was a mouse
And it was a smelly louse
It lived in the raccoon’s house
The raccoon is blind as a bat
And he is twice as fat
Yet he dances with a cat
That slept with a silly-billy goat
While living in a large boat
That is in a long twisty moat
And that boat is staying afloat
With a tote full of pants
Weasels see London
And weasels see France
Weasels see raccoon with no pants
This poem makes no sense. However, that's what you want to envoke in the reader. This was a fabulous birthday gift.
by Kryozerkia » Fri Jun 12, 2009 6:26 am
by Buffett and Colbert » Fri Jun 19, 2009 11:18 am
You-Gi-Owe wrote:If someone were to ask me about your online persona as a standard of your "date-ability", I'd rate you as "worth investigating further & passionate about beliefs". But, enough of the idle speculation on why you didn't score with the opposite gender.
by Kryozerkia » Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:27 am
by Kryozerkia » Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:32 am
Buffett and Colbert wrote:Hey, da Vinci was dark. Poe was dark. Your stories could be just between us! Haha.
by Buffett and Colbert » Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:54 am
You-Gi-Owe wrote:If someone were to ask me about your online persona as a standard of your "date-ability", I'd rate you as "worth investigating further & passionate about beliefs". But, enough of the idle speculation on why you didn't score with the opposite gender.
by Kryozerkia » Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:08 am
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