Gold-Digging Bore

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nothing special, just venting

I truly could have sworn
that you were worth my time,
but it seems, alas,
I was so wrong

I thought we could have been
more than this coerced rhyme,
but it seems, alas,
I was so wrong

You wasted my time,
my effort, and my dime
I thought we could have been,
but I was wrong

Although I should be mad,
for you, I am so sad,
you sugar daddy is
a well-known perv

I truly wish good luck,
for you, and your fuck,
because in time, I know
that this will end

I’ve seen him play this game,
with about every dame,
many of whom were
my close friends

I guess that if you’re blind
to his endless trail of slime,
then you truly weren’t
worth my time

I hope you have some fun,
you and your chosen one,
but trust me when I say
that it won’t last

I’ve already found
a better soul than you
so I guess it’s time
to say “adieu”.

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Eliss

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I lost myself in Eisenkor
amidst the city slums
I spent a few too many nights
with drunks, whores, and bums
I threw away all my hopes,
my dreams, and aspirations
my forearms quickly scarred from needles
and self-mutilation
the gravel roads consumed my blood,
my tears, puke, and piss
and evermore, with passing time
did normal feel like this
with nights so cold and days alone,
I just wanted to die
what once brought me great pleasure,
grew dull, even while high

I grew used to the idea
that my life was over
I made a few horrid mistakes
and smoked my four-leaf clover
I shared some passing pleasantries
with the other scum
but always, oh so quickly,
to my demons, I’d succumb
I ripped out all my hair,
a feigned guise of control,
to never have a nightmare,
my sleepless eyes turned coal

I spent a few months in the slums,
a stranger to myself,
each night, piss drunk on ogre sweat
and thrice, I raped an elf
how did my life turn to this hell?
I asked, aloud, in vain
I did it to myself
through hatred and disdain

One night, I truly had enough
so I slit my own throat
and when Death came to greet me,
he only cared to gloat
rhythmically, ol’ Death did mock me
and it seemed with ease
green maggots feasted on his eyes,
his odor made me freeze
his fleshless hand reached out to me,
I’ve prayed for Death’s embrace,
yet when I grasped his hand,
he just laughed in my face
he said that I already died,
at least, to the world,
I lost myself in Eisenkor,
so to hell, I was hurled

As my soul swam in fire
I felt I was home
finally, my heart at ease,
here, where demons roam
I even found a few old friends
from my time alive
and if I could be born again,
in hell, I’d still arrive
my life was one of constant error,
anger, vice, and sin
yet here, in this hell,
I’ve finally found my kin.

 

found this unfinished on the back of some old paperwork, so i finished it. i dont remember writing the top 2/3s, but hey, i figured if it came back to me, it was time to finish it and start writing again. also, still havent really figured out a title, so i figured id just give the narrator a random name and title it that way because tragedy. either way, hope i didnt fuck it up too much

Atlas Mugged

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As each day’s weight is mounting,
my world begins to crumble
and on a savior, I’m counting,
whose hands forever fumble
it’s not that life’s grown cruel,
for it’s always been
I’m now a bitter fool
devoured by my sin

 

shit fucking howdy, its been a while. really rough and probably has some grammatical errors, but heres hoping its tolerable

Fingers Singed

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I once walked with white magick
and spelled it with a “k”
and something I find tragic
is that I lost my way
it’s easy to blame sorrow
for my blackened path
as the power I would borrow
filled me with hate and wrath
but it was my weak mind
that led my heart astray
I elected to go blind
to keep myself at bay.

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This is something I whipped up this morning since I wasn’t able to sleep last night. Kinda started it in my head around 5am. It’s been humid as fuck here, and that’s not ok. Anyway, I was actually contemplating submitting this to a poetry contest since a good deal of my stuff is quite graphic, vulgar, or depressing (my take, at least) and I guess some people need to be eased into that. Either that or doing a touch up on Hymns of the Harbinger, since I’ve won a contest with that before as well. Some parts are a little clunky, I pretty much change something with that almost every time I read it. If you are actually reading this, and read that piece, please, for the love of all that is unholy, give me some fucking opinions jesus fucking shitting dick nipples.

Anyway, thanks for baring with me all this time. This piece gave me a little bit of trouble, but I am assuming that’s from allowing myself to fall out of practice. Figured I’d post a pic of the piece since I never post pictures with my stuff. If you are wondering why I am actually using capital letters in this message, it’s because I’m using ms word at work and it auto-caps. I am almost stubborn enough to turn every capital letter into a lowercase letter. Stay weird.

K Hole

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I’ve lost so many friends
to the demons of addiction
and like a battered wife,
I live for my affliction
I’m now more than dependent,
it started just for fun
I thought the pleasure innocent,
’til the demons finally won.

loosely inspired by my friend AJ’s poem
https://incarceratedshadows.wordpress.com/2017/06/14/dead-or-alive/
make sure to check him out!

Tedium

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Forever, I am wasting
my life and time away
I’d sell my very soul
for some joy today
my pleasures have turned dull,
and my woes routine
I hope that someday soon
existence will end scene.

 

 

have 2 unfinished pieces from a few weeks ago on my desk. they were coming along well but i lost the wind. i’ll try and get them finished and up here. thanks for sticking with me being MIA all the time

Homesick

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Sometimes I feel imprisoned,
but it’s of my own doing
I didn’t build the walls,
but I walked in the cage

The key is in my hand –
the door is never locked
there’s safety in the pain
and routine in the dark

I see the sun outside
and tan from time to time
a passing novelty
that somehow keeps me sane

Decaying in this cage,
I leave once in a while
but always saunter back
longing to be home.

Greed

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Its eyes glistened like diamonds,
its scales shimmered with gold
its tails, they whipped and whirled,
as slowly, it approached

Its rancid breath engulfed me,
empty, I felt so cold
its teeth, they dripped rancid venom
that charred the ground beneath

Its claws reached out to touch me,
caressing my scarred, naive skin
its tongue encircled my ear,
as ever close, it crept

Three arms, they wrapped around me,
as they warmed me within
its horns, they parted my hair,
in its crooked, clawed embrace

With fire in its past footsteps,
it climbed upon my back
it prodded me to go forward,
as I walked forth in daze

I happened across a beggar,
crippled, somehow in a shack
I asked the beast its name,
and it only voiced desire

not sure how i feel about this one, but its nice to be in the writing mood again

Squatter’s Rights

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A demon lives in my hall bathroom,
and I’m not sure why
thrice before, in vain, I’ve asked him
but I guess he’s shy
I’ve tried before to speculate –
it never sits quite right
he hates when I look in my mirror,
yet only late at night
sometimes, he crashes on my couch,
or loiters in the hall
three years now, he’s lived rent free
god, what fucking gall!
I have tried to evict him,
but he saunters back
I guess that he’s good company,
so I cut him some slack
either way, he’s quite the burden
I wish not to bare,
tonight, I’ll burn the whole town down
to say his tab is square!

The Prophet Mohammad Raped a Nine Year Old Girl

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never got around to posting this one, but hey, here it is!

Religion is just mind control
that preys upon the meek
priest say give unto Caesar
because they know we’re weak
brainwashing children is so easy
when you beat their mother
and teach the little girls
they better fuck their brother
christians are a fucking joke
and jews: a dying breed
muslims burn women with acid
just because they read
the crusades and holocaust
should proof, enough be
and who the fuck scoffs at bacon?
curse the clove-ed hoof
and I fucking know not what
a god-damn sikh is
but I know that that head-wrap
should just mop up jizz
even the well learn-ed Buddha
said he wasn’t god
but man, he did not listen
the hairless ape is flawed
and oh, those new age wiccans,
pagans, and druids, too
a written language was not
what that ripped off culture knew
and some fucking purple rocks
a cleansing, does not make
why not just drink bleach
or try to fuck a rake
the bible says that every slave
should serve their master well
but if you mix two fabrics
you’re going straight to hell
it also says the only right
that women have is silence
so peaceful is religion
when it takes a break from violence
and hindus, oh my god, the hindus
worshiping a rat
I guess it is so fitting
for a godly man is that
and I think that there are still
zoroastrians on Earth
and I swear, their number doubles
with each and every birth
tell me, now, where is god
when children die by fire?
and don’t say shit about his ways
you know you’re just a liar
and if there really is a god,
please, strike me down
your children have ruined this Earth
our water has turned brown
god, it seems, is just a lie
to keep the masses meek
controlled by fear and taxes
while behind us, royals sneak.

Candiru

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still cant find my missing pieces. wrote this for my friend’s birthday

I struggle now, to half-remember
what happenstance did spark the ember
of something once, I prayed for, yearned,
to see the day when the world burned

Alas, it seems, that I was wrong,
still beautiful is Banshee’s song
curse the day when angels fell,
bringing forth this living hell

And as this world, it turns to shit
oh, I can’t help but laugh a bit
life, it seems, is just a pox
with Nat Geo now owned by Fox.

Not Dead Yet

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Dust

What was it that I saw
when I looked into death?
’twas not a gaping maw,
so frigid, was its breath
a blackness from the void,
it came to laugh at me
with my life, it toyed
as it took from me three

I tried so hard to cry,
burdened with each breath
I’d rather just get high
off the smell of Death.

 

I have had a lot of bad shit happen in the past few months, so please excuse the extended absence. I have a few pieces that I have written in this time scattered around my apartment on various pieces of paper. I will try to find them and post them as I do. Hope all is well, you mutant fucks.

witty title

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wrote this for my friend at 5 am, so its pretty rough, but hey, shit happens, then you die.

A current carved through canyons
was the work of me
I’ve far too many stories
involving apple trees
germs and evolution,
like me: only a theory,
and I won’t weigh you down,
but I’ll caress your mass
the feather and the stone
were never meant to pass

I’ll never hold a hand,
but I can bounce a ball
I topple trees and tyrants,
no matter large or small
what am I?

CCCXLVI – ‘Til Death

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I never thought I’d live alone
by my own volition
I thought this curs-ed life of mine
was merely superstition
but then, one night, my sweetheart said
my life: her dream’s fruition
and satisfying her desire
was my life and mission
I thought it strange, but didn’t argue,
for I love tradition,
and just between you and I,
her words gave me ambition
and not a day before had passed
without some inhibition
but then the more that I mulled
it seemed to me submission,
and that was truly quite the waste
of this apparition
I’ll never spend my second life
serving my mortician,
she carved her name into my skull
and dripped upon it wax
so I sent her off to Hell,
to, at last, relax
I sing a song to myself
just to pierce the silence
and every time a mortal knocks
I get to taste some violence
these halls, at last, are my own,
devoid of fucking heartbeats
and finally, I am alone
and free from Cherisse.

merry christmas, you filthy heathens :)