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A poem

post #1 of 24
11/20/03 at 4:02pm
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I wasn't sure where to post this, but dealing with the subject matter, I thought that you guys might enjoy it.



Beauty


Such a pretty face you have on you
unravaged by the hands of time
you have your beauty, that is true.
but soon your beauty will be mine.

My hands wrapped tightly 'round your throat
in agony you scream for help
to this my life I will devote
as I take your beauty for myself.

You will be my work of art
with no gallery or hanging place
My dear, tonight I'll stop your heart
and leave you there in deaths embrace.

To be skinned alive won't do at all
the living don't cooperate
You're dead before I let you fall
in death a new life I'll create

It's time for us to part our ways
as I leave you here in this crawlspace
but I'll remember you always
Every time I wear your face
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post #2 of 24
11/20/03 at 4:08pm
ummm... thank you?


That's freaking creepy. I think your public demands more.
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post #3 of 24
11/20/03 at 4:25pm
Very visual!
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post #4 of 24
11/20/03 at 4:26pm
It took me a while to read the whole thing because I was laughing so hard. I constantly kept imagining some innocent girl opening a scented love letter and finding ... this! Absolutely priceless!
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post #5 of 24
11/20/03 at 6:03pm
Goth-0-Matic Poem Generator
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post #6 of 24
11/20/03 at 6:05pm
Quote:
Originally posted by bunnymud wants tacos
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the night falls with a silent sigh, fearful are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
smothered by your obsession.
all hope must sicken and die.

your heart beats no more.
how could you fail to believe?
shadows surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.

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post #7 of 24
11/20/03 at 6:24pm
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Originally posted by bunnymud wants tacos
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Wetbones

The night falls in a heavy,
Suffocating cloak.
Cold and alone are we.
The emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
Flares once, then dies,
Swallowed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
All hope must sicken and die.

Your passion throbs no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Our dark emotions surround us, crying,
Save us from ourselves.

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post #8 of 24
11/20/03 at 6:36pm
Quote:
Originally posted by bunnymud wants tacos
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the night falls as if slain by the sun, cold and alone are we.
the salvation for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
crushed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you cause such hurt?
our dark emotions surround us, crying,
we are fallen.


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post #9 of 24
11/20/03 at 6:50pm
Now I'm actually convinced that many bestsellers are written that way. All those Crichton/Grisham/DaVinciCode books are no doubt being produced by monkeys using very similar programs ...

And I'm only semi-joking.
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post #10 of 24
11/20/03 at 6:51pm
Bunnymud, the contrast of the tacos in your sig and the gothic imagery in your last post is very striking ... someone needs to open a gothic tocos restaurant ...
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post #11 of 24
11/20/03 at 7:08pm
roses are red

violets are blue

romero needs to make his comeback, and SOON

cabin fever is poo
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post #12 of 24
11/20/03 at 7:22pm
The cold of night makes my taco meat steam,
Blood red is the sauce,
Dripping from the taco as if were dripping from my heart,
Forever is the blackness that fills my head
For a limited time is the fijita grilled stuft burrito at Taco Bell.


*DONG!!!!*

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post #13 of 24
11/20/03 at 7:26pm
Quote:
Originally posted by bunnymud wants tacos
The cold of night makes my taco meat steam,
Blood red is the sauce,
Dripping from the taco as if were dripping from my heart,
Forever is the blackness that fills my head
For a limited time is the fijita grilled stuft burrito at Taco Bell.


*DONG!!!!*
Worship the Taco God in the CHUD late night thread.
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post #14 of 24
11/20/03 at 7:27pm
I like gore,
especially galore.
And if it comes with T'n'A,
Then that's OK.

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post #15 of 24
11/20/03 at 7:51pm
*ahem*...

Caro syrup and food coloring
Doesn't really look like blood
It's too sparkly and clear
Even if you add cornstarch
and a few drops of blue
It sticks your clothes together
And doesn't clot

plus it isn't near as sweet


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I say, after The Nightmare Collection DVD comes out (WHEN???) we work on a poetry anthology.
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post #16 of 24
11/20/03 at 8:47pm
Somebody hand me a pair of bongos STAT!
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post #17 of 24
11/20/03 at 11:05pm
My mind a raging fire.
More of a funeral pyre.
Thoughts in mind I do keep.
For if you knew them you would weep.
Long has passed the time of redemption.
Not long now until ascension.
Time runs thin for those that see.
Beware the things that come for thee.
So pray now while thou can.
Before your pitious lives disband.
When time runs out and none remain.
The Old Ones cometh to those insane.

By Great Cthulhu 007

Too much Lovecraft reading I geuss...
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post #18 of 24
11/20/03 at 11:08pm

Re: A poem

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Originally posted by Dances with Chainsaws
I wasn't sure where to post this, but dealing with the subject matter, I thought that you guys might enjoy it.

beauty
holy crap.. thats really great.

im adding it to my um.. collection.. who do i put down as author? Dances with Chainsaws? surely you jest.. whats yer name little one?
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post #19 of 24
11/20/03 at 11:12pm
Her eyes of dark amber, her lips of cinnamon candy.
Hair of blackest hue, matching naught but the color of my soul.
For her I would do anything.
Her blood stained the roses black, I keep them still.
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post #20 of 24
11/20/03 at 11:17pm
reminds me of a presidents of the usa lyric i was just listening to:

well the devil she must be a dentist,
with huge jawbreaker eyes.
red rope hair, gum drop lips,
cotton candy thighs

hehe.. verse before that is funnier:

oh my little yellow sweetie
you were hiding in a jar.
now my mind has gone completely
take of the lid and there you are!
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post #21 of 24
11/20/03 at 11:36pm
Thread Starter 

Re: Re: A poem

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Originally posted by ferriferous foodi
holy crap.. thats really great.

who do i put down as author? Dances with Chainsaws? surely you jest.. whats yer name little one?


....Dances with Chainsaws will suit me just fine. Or anonymous. My name isn't important. Only my message. I'll let ya know when I figure out what that messsage is. Until then, I will remain DwC. Thanks for the interest.



Todays post has been brought to you by the letters D, W, and the letter C.

[Dances with Chainsaws has been brought to you by the Children's Television Workshop. In association with The Texas Chainsaw Beef Comity. "Beef. It's who's for dinner." ]
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post #22 of 24
11/21/03 at 5:24pm
Some people say I am a monster. I cannot cry. Flow, my tears, the monster said. Even when I'm supposed to, my eyes do not weep. I have a woman in the crawlspace. Her hair used to smell like flowers and honey, but it doesn't anymore. I have room for one more...
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post #23 of 24
11/21/03 at 6:55pm
I'll take a stab at this open mic stuff.

I have entitled this the following:

Vegan My Ass!!


How now brown cow
Do I plan for dinner?
The popular people say
that vegan is much better.

Am I to eat carrots
for the rest of my days?
Am I to suffer tastes
Of tofu and curd
Prepared seven different ways?

You cannot ask me to behave as such
For I instead will chase my meal
I'll make it scream, I'll make it bleed
I'll make it wish I was not real....




Thank you...thank you very much.
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post #24 of 24
11/21/03 at 7:44pm
There is no light in my heart
Only shadow of the past
Where is my dignity?
outside of me

The feel of life taking
burns in my hands
to give this cold gift
aww!I am so good

There it is, I see it!
It goes thrue my fingers
I found it
..............for this moment

I am afraid!


I did that in five minutes and i am not a sick bastard, I think?
I love poetry and it is a great idea to have this tread(dark poetry)
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