I'll have something new up soon. Maybe less violent...ha! Couldn't type that with a straight face. Give me a couple of days to really think about it and settled into my new place. I'm sure by then i'll have possibly my bloodiest, goriest, most violent writing yet. I will cross lines and offend most, not like I care. Just take this as a warning if you are squeamish and/or easily offended.
I cum into the open mouth
Of the disembodied head
Staring into her now dull
And lifeless hazel eyes
I smile as I drop the head
Looking at the massacre
That I have committed
Bodies mangled and torn
Bent backwards and snapped
I look down at the head again
Thinking back to how it happened
I was invited here for a party
Giving me the perfect window
To slaughter and take care of
My uncontrollable hunger
I concealed my bowie knife
On the inside of my trench coat
Shaking with a mixture of hunger
And excitement, I knock on the door
Smoothing back my hair
As the door opened wide
And revealed her, hazel eyes
Just seeing her sealed
Not only her fate but every
Single one of her guests'
Horrible fate tonight
She smiled and invited me in
Stepping to the side as I enter
The room packed with people
The music was deafening
But an animalistic snarl
Blocked it all out
Only a minute has passed
As I walked up to
A female guest and
Pulled her in for a kiss
Surprised, she had no time
To react to what was about to happen
During the kiss, I slipped a hand
Between her thighs, causing her
To gasp in shock and terror
Unbeknownst to her that
I had already stabbed my
Knife into her abdomen
I pulled my hand out
From her thighs and place
It on her neck and squeezed
Cracking and snapping bones
And pushing her off my knife
With her eyes clouded with death
I let her body drop to the floor
It didn't take long for the
Screams to tear through
The air, causing panic
It was then that the killing
Really became fun
Necks slashed open
Throats and trachea pulled
Out with my nails
Jaws ripped off of screaming
Guests, too scared to move
Intestines line the floor
Some still partly inside the guests
Spines snapped in half
Leaving guests bent back
In sickening angles
Rib cages caved in
And shattered by my boots
Arms and legs twitch
Dismembered from their bodies
One tried to be a hero
Tried to protect hazel eyes
He punched me once
And swung again only to
Have my knife slice down his wrist
His blood sprayed everywhere
Eyes wide with hunger
I stabbed him repeatedly
In the skull and neck
Blood and brain matter
Covered us both
His body went limp but
I continued stabbing him
Leaving skin, muscle
Nerves and bones to
Fall from his head
I finally stopped stabbing
And stared into a bloody mess
Of broken skull, teeth, flesh
And dangling eyes
Satisfied, I let the body fall
Hazel eyes watched from a corner
As I step on bodies and occasionally
Stomped a survivor's head in
All the while walking over to her
I stopped in front of her
Smiled and slammed the hilt
Of my knife into her temple
Dazed, she fell forward
I took a step to the side to
Let her hit the blood soaked floor
She lay there nearly motionless
Face down in the blood
I stood over her and stabbed her
Between her shoulders
Gripping the hilt with both hands
I force the knife down her back
Breaking her ribs and ripping her dress
I pulled the knife down to the
Small of her back and
Removed it from her
I turned her over and laughed
At her convulsing body
Covered in her blood and
Everyone else that was there
I reached down, grabbed her dress
And ripped it off of her
I kneeled down at stabbed her
Above her right breast
I pulled the blade down to
Her stomach and then up
To her left breast
Three more lines and
My mark was made
I realized that she was
Still breathing a bit
I stabbed her once more
Plunging the blade to the hilt
Right the middle of the Pentagram
I stood up and walked over to
Her head and sat down
She looked up at me with her
Dying, tear filled hazel eyes
I placed my hands around her neck
And my feet on her shoulders
I began to pull her head towards me
And push on her shoulders
It didn't take long for a ripping sound
To be heard as flesh and tendons
Were ripped apart
Her eyes wide and her neck
Pouring blood over my hands
I gave one final pull and
Seperated her head from her spine
Laughing, I stood up with the head
And said, "I'll use your blood as lube."
And now I stare at my work
My bloody masterpiece
Pleased with the violence
The mutilation and desecration
Caused by these blood stained hands
Confused, feeling constricted
Lost, no way out
Torn apart, choices poor
To be with one I want
Or to be with one I miss
One that loves another
One that doesn't feel the same
To worry about being left again
To not even be with one
I know, simple problems
Call for simple solutions
But when trying for a year
To be with someone
You tend to grow feelings
Quite strong for that person
Even though you may still
Love one that left you
Damaged, heartless
Simple solutions may never
Be as simple as they seem
Ash falls to the earth
On this winter's day
The heavens glow above
Set ablaze and desecrated
The ground littered
With fallen bodies of
Angels, slaughtered and raped
Their blood rains down
From the clouds of smoke
Mixing with ash of their
Once sacred kingdom
Angels continue to fall
Some still alive as they
Hit the frozen earth
Their bones turning to
Dust, their blood spraying
From their bodies
Heads separate from necks
Staring up with horror
The angelic holocaust complete
The heavens crumble above
Us, the warriors of Hell
Shout a war cry as
The smoldering remains
Of the holy kingdom
And trapped angels
Die out, exterminated
By our hands, in the
Name of our Lord
Satan!
The monster inside broken free
A creature created to kill
Has taken control of this body
And of this mind, I am now it
I now live to kill, to feed
To satisfy this lust for gore
I feel no remorse as I
Decapitate the innocent,
Slaughtering all in my way
Chasing down the young
And pouncing onto them
Only to tear away at their skin
And remove all of the delightful
Organs that keep them alive
Oh how their parents scream
And cry as their children suffer
Under my relentless attacks
But it is not long until they
Are taken down to the ground
With me on top, bludgeoning away
At their heads with debris
Biting off chunks of flesh,
Devouring them as the fight for life
The last noises the make are
The pathetic gurgles as they choke
On their own blood when I tear
Out their windpipe, tear out their throat
Drenched in blood, this hunger
That lingers like a living thing,
Is still not satisfied, still craving
The lives of the weak and innocent
The lives of the young and old
And so I hunt them down
finding them in hiding, huddled together
Staring in fright at the sight of me
Screaming as one of them is caught
And dragged across the killing floor
Pulled into the embrace of Death
Piercing the flesh with a hand
Ripping out the intestines
And letting them spill out
As I pierce the flesh again
Tearing the skin from within
Shredding muscle and veins
Arteries and organs, causing
Blood to spray everywhere
Covering the others as I
Remove bones from the victim
Stabbing her with the jagged tips
Smiling as her lifeless eyes
Fall out from the force of my blows
Curious, I grab an eye and yank
It, snapping it from the skull
I place it in my mouth and chew it,
Feeling the juices ooze from
My blood stained lips
How sweet and yet bitter it tastes
How this hunger wants more
Flesh of the ones that don't
Understand the means to kill
The lone survivors lay dead
Ribbons of flesh hang from the
Bloodied bones of the freshly killed
There is nothing left to mutilate
Nothing left to torment, to quench
This hunger so I must find more
More living, breathing, bleeding
Weak and pathetic creatures
My hunt will continue...
Originally posted by XvampbenjiiX666
There are some pretty good bands in those genres. And I've read your poems. I enjoyed them. Serious but have a sense of humor in them.
I would recommend John Berryman to you if you're interested in contemporary(ish) poetry with a dark vision. His father's suicide is behind every single line of his Dream Songs.
Originally posted by DangerousBeautyYou know I had never seen this before? Amazing how this many years later I am still discovering the extent to which my account was hacked back in September 2008 🙁 I officially apologise dude, and to anyone else who was hurt by the hackers hurtful ways too.
JR how could you be such an ass? You're a writer yes, but not all writers have the same views on life. You have no right to say these suck. I don't care who you are or how great your writing is, people praise your word. You're the famous JR The RP Critic. I thought I knew you better then that JR... Really I did.
Ode to the Brave
So here we are, a squad of four
Highly trained Marines, ready to kill
Capturing an objective from cover
Quiet as a corpse in a coffin
Looking around, nodding to signal
That all is clear until something
Flickers and catches my attention
I look up and spot the business end
Of a laser on the head of one of my
Squad members, raising itself up
To make sure the bullet drop
Doesn't affect the shot
"GET DO-" was all I could
Shout before the sound
Of the bullet hitting his head
Echoed through the field
As if it were a cue, gunfire
Erupted from all around us
Pinning us down in one small spot
"FIRE! SHOOT YOU ASSH*LES!"
I shout over the sounds of what seems
Like an army of guns all pointed at us
I crawl over to the fallen soldier
Jedireaper I believe his name was
I holster my suppressed SCAR-L
And pull out my defibrillators
And shock him, shouting at his corpse
"DON'T DIE ON ME YET!"
He awakens, looking around before
Standing up and going prone again
I put away my defibs and bring out
My SCAR-L once more, throwing
A grenade towards the most
Concentrated are of gun fire
The as the grenade lands,
I barely hear the shout
"GRENADA! GRENADA!"
Screams of pain and surprise
Were muffled out by the explosion
An X appears on the screen of my visor
Alerting me that some were hit
By my grenade, weakening them
I mark the group I hit and look
To my squad, "MOVE OUT! MOVE OUT!"
The squad and I get into a crouching
Position, moving slowly towards
The targets, dodging the blind fire
Of the enemy, adrenaline making
Our vision blurry and hard to see
We reach the marked squad
And open fire on them, eliminating
Them with carbine rounds,
Light machine gun rounds and
Shotgun rounds while our sniper
Fires from his bit of cover
We take over the dead squad's
Area, well hidden from enemy fire
But not for long, they will move in
I mark the objective and wait...
As the enemy starts to recapture
The objective, a friendly tank rolls in
Firing the cannon in the most
Concentrated area as the machine gunner
Mows down the scattering enemy
My squad and I start to fire once more,
Adding covering fire as more friendlies
Ran in from down a hill to the north
With their forces weak, the enemy retreats
Leaving their dead to rot there
The squad and I celebrate the small victory
But move forward to the next objective
As we move forward, I noticed the soldier
Jedireaper hop into a dune buggy
I jump up and down, signaling that
I would like a ride to the next
Objective, since I did save his life
He spots me and starts to drive towards
Me, not slowing down as he gets closer
"What is he...OH SHIT!" I yell
As he jumps out of the buggy
Letting it hit me, killing me instantly
"God damnit you ****tard! Why in the Hell
Did you ram me with the buggy?!
Just wait my friend...just wait
I'm going to shove a rocket up down
Teamkilling throat, just wait."