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drugstore cowboy · 10-04-05

controversial.

>FuckDoll< · 10-04-05

hot cha cha.

Billy the Kidd · 10-05-05

Taking

I see her and in my head there are pulses of ecstasy.
My heart races.
That forced perversion, the sweaty genital knot.
I want to love you in a way you will regret.
You walk by. Unaware. I lick my lips.
Salty like her velvet cavern.
Don’t let me take you where you don’t want to go,
It makes the struggling sweeter.

Firewall · 10-05-05

Turkey

In splattered timebomb, reckless fatigue,
You look up from your shredded chicken bone,
Chin dirty, long working day,
Head heavy, cry yourself to sleep again.

Bloody pigs in the backyard, do this, do that,
Your hands play piano on the meat juice table,
Eyes laughing, silent disease,
Broken back, freeze they scream, motherfucker freeze.

Its Sunday, the year after your dirty chicken night,
What a sorry fucking sight, in your cell again,
Noone's bailing you out this time I guess,
Momma told me to tell you, confess, confess, confess.

Its another winter morning, almost turkey day,
Trembling house with the past screaming inside,
Daddy never touched you, you dirty chicken boy,
Daddy gave you food and shelter, lemonade and toys.

Sitting in your cell again, rocking back and forth,
Silly chicken boy, why didn't you let it ride,
The paranoia mind of yours playing with your head,
Told you once, told you twice, now your Daddy's dead.

sixxx(sic)six · 10-06-05

yeah, you stupid chicken boy!

that poem made me laugh actually....i liked it!

Firewall · 10-06-05

lol, thanks man.

KevDog · 10-06-05

It's some what of a kid poem, but i think it fits the bill

Boo

Under the covers,
the safest place in the world,
for no monster can rip through.
My clostest door is closted tight,
And under my bed is clear as can be,
for I checked it eight times already.
Like a snail i curl up in a ball,
the covers are my shell,and they'll protect me.
I know something is out there, I can hear it breathing.
I am careful not to move
for I hear that's how they see.
But I know my nightlight will keep them away,
cause eveything evil, fears the light of day.
Starting to fall asleep it suddenly grows dark...
The light has burned out.
I try to hold back my fear and grap on tight,
because i know now,
It's going to be a long night...

ShotDownStar · 10-06-05

Quote:

Originally Posted by Billy the Kidd

the sweaty genital knot.

i love this phrase. (and no, not because it says "gential," I like the way it rolls off your tongue. ack no, i mean i like the way it sounds damnit.)

Billy the Kidd · 10-06-05

Quote:

Originally Posted by ShotDownStar

i love this phrase. (and no, not because it says "gential," I like the way it rolls off your tongue. ack no, i mean i like the way it sounds damnit.)

*blush*

papanopapa · 10-22-05

Moonlight Walk

Last orders, bells are ringing.
Sup my last by the fire.
I can hear the wind howling,
I hope its the wind.
Creaking floors and screeching hinges,
I bid my farewells.
Into the night, the long walk home.
Streets blinded by Octobers full moon
not watching tonight
I feel its glare.
Long shadows cast ,dancing,chanting.
If the moons the priest, the winds its following
Am I the offering?
The chanting's deafening
The following's howling
I can feel there rain
A thousand knifes in my face.
But wait, whos that?
I here their footsteps
Slow and distant, I hear them quickening
I hasten my pace
As if timed to my pounding heart
Faster faster
but quicker they go
The sweat is pouring, drying the rain from my skin.
My pulse racing, Vision narrowed
My human instincts.
Flight or fight?
Fright so white,
I must be sweating blood,
Their steps so close
I can feel their breath
My hairs on end,
I can see their shadow.
Hand out stretched
They grab my shoulder.
I wheel round to fight, My body coiled
A cornered animal,
Ancient instincts rule.
Eyes narrowed, nostrils flared,
I wait their lunge
But nothing comes.
I wait there puzzled, they're playing games
Then from the darkness comes a voice,
"Excuse me mate, this wallet yours?
Called you out at the pub
but you were gone so fast!"
Who needs monsters,
My imagination's fright enough

Dark Messiah · 10-25-05

A Prayer To Leliel

Praise be to the Lord our God
And to you, O Mouth of God
Who stands in the Shadow of God

Give us your blessing
We who are in need of shadows
Let the night be our shepard
And darkness fall upon the eyes of those who would do us harm.

Amen.

Note: I'm not actually Christian, I just wanted to construct what could be a prayer said to Leliel, one of the Angelic rulers of the Night, whose name means "The Jaw/Mouth of God". I imagine this prayer being uttered by spies and thieves.

Sic Simon · 10-27-05

Once upon a time standing still
A shadow arose from valley so damned
Darkness reprieved on the said lack of light
Spreading itself around this town.
Our city has become a state of damnation,
Ghouls pass me by on the boulevard
Now for once I can feel like at home in this place
The undead blood still pumps through
I lift my hand, and from my sleeve
Spiders crawl out into the street
Follow the wind of the spirits my sisters
Into the void we go in search of feral magics,
Lay your eggs, so they can feed upon the shadow
Born in a raging darkness storm
Sister Aria, vague your unlit passion
However much it swells about this place

>FuckDoll< · *Last edited by >FuckDoll< : 11-03-05 at 10:08.*

Novemebers theme is: Family

You can make that as broad (or narrow) as you'd like. A particular family member, your whole family, someone or something in your life that feels like or reminds you of family. The happiness, saddness, bitterness, devotedness, whatever you'd like. Have fun with it.

-one entry per member
-post poems to this thread.
-results will be announced on December 5th
-no length limit.

The winner will receive a one month darkforum overlord subscription.

>FuckDoll< · 11-01-05

Octobers winner is Firewall. Congrats man

Quote:

Turkey

In splattered timebomb, reckless fatigue,
You look up from your shredded chicken bone,
Chin dirty, long working day,
Head heavy, cry yourself to sleep again.

Bloody pigs in the backyard, do this, do that,
Your hands play piano on the meat juice table,
Eyes laughing, silent disease,
Broken back, freeze they scream, motherfucker freeze.

Its Sunday, the year after your dirty chicken night,
What a sorry fucking sight, in your cell again,
Noone's bailing you out this time I guess,
Momma told me to tell you, confess, confess, confess.

Its another winter morning, almost turkey day,
Trembling house with the past screaming inside,
Daddy never touched you, you dirty chicken boy,
Daddy gave you food and shelter, lemonade and toys.

Sitting in your cell again, rocking back and forth,
Silly chicken boy, why didn't you let it ride,
The paranoia mind of yours playing with your head,
Told you once, told you twice, now your Daddy's dead.

by Firewall

Firewall · 11-02-05

Thanks alot.

Feels good. *sniffs* I'd like to thank...*sniffs*

>FuckDoll< · 11-03-05

edited and opened.

(antihero) · **Dice -** 11-11-05

Code:

Dice

come on, dad, do a dance.
shake it, as they say, like i’ve
never seen.  you know,
a native one, a movie scene.
 
i don’t know a thing about
it, except that i should know
a thing about it.

Ryantopolis:  somewhere gray.
half factory sufferer, half obsolete pitchfork
with rights to factories...  massah, he ‘n’ 
	the angels – like schoolin’ said – 
all dance at night,

a pale ball on the rampart.  
	i’m miles away, 
	brushing against his jacket
and faintly wishing myself in half,
for a lamp-lit brawl.

between graffiti types,
you got me tagging Cockney:
all rhy-thm, no soul.  danceless duke
musing on Dublin, on Stockholm
(&with good reason).
i saved your land for smoke and drunk tanks,

you rat bastard.  stealthy binger.
call me 50 Percent, Mr. No-Contest,
emancipated and deaf.
	i have a half-dead tongue,
	penitent and shivering,
		that never speaks of home.

>FuckDoll< · 12-05-05

Yay to (anti)! Winner by default, but still a winner. Wish there were more entries this month, but I'll take what I can get.

>FuckDoll< · **2005 Poem of the Month submissions -** 12-05-05

Theme for December: Open.

Open theme, no set topic. Have fun with it. Notice that each member can now have two entires.

-limit two entries per member
-post poems to this thread.
-results will be announced in the beginning of January '06.
-no length limit.

The winner will receive a one month darkforum overlord subscription.

Undiscovered · 12-15-05

not much of a poet but this one's for my angel.

Lavinya Mae,
You are beautiful you are sweet,
from your chunky little cheeks to the soles of your feet,
there will come a day when doubt will cloud your vision,
just you never mind it,
and believe when we say you are precious and you are gorgeous in every single way.
So never stop smiling it brightens mommy's day,
Never change yourself ask and I'll help