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 Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:09 pm
Oh my apologies, I did not intend for it to sound like I was being mean, it's just that you seem to use this more then anyone.
But that isn't a bad thing, and I thank you for putting it up here, who knows, perhaps one day some of my work will find it's way in here.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:49 am
One Poet Oh my apologies, I did not intend for it to sound like I was being mean, it's just that you seem to use this more then anyone.
But that isn't a bad thing, and I thank you for putting it up here, who knows, perhaps one day some of my work will find it's way in here.
nah i know you weren't being mean and neither was i , i was just saying. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:51 am
Bring Out Your Living (They Will Be Dead)
by: hardkoreUSMC
Victims led to catatonic dooms
Demagogues from evils glooms
Aura of pestilence
Miasma of demise
As the bodies are burned
The smoke fills the skies
Civilizations brought to an end
Homosapiens have no godsend
Aura of horror
Miasma of pain
As 1000 more are killed
The survivors left insane
Gangrenous bodies
The count of the kill
Thousands of Gallons
Of blood left to spill
Fallen angels led mankind to its grave
Fallen angels slay the weak
Fallen angels slay the cowardly
Fallen angels slay the strong
Fallen angels slay the brave
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 10:41 pm
Marionette
Age: 16
Hook through flesh, bone, and marrow.
The thin wire between life and death.
Sinking hooks which they can't escape.
Searing pain and agony,
Seeping blood from wounds,
Mixed with smiles
To make sweet, screaming ecstasy.
Ah, the torture!
Ah, the bliss!
To play people as toys.
To set the oblivious to shake,
To rattle their bones,
Completely deaf to the cries and screams.
Such a sweet indulgence it shall be!
Now choose your victim, with glistening eyes.
As you take them by surprise,
Tear their tendons, gouge their eyes
So they won't resist so violently.
Listen as their screams resonate
As they cascade against the walls.
Such is music to my ears!
Let us pierce, precisely of course,
Their silken, rosy flesh,
In a cruel, merciless sort of fashion.
But don't grip too hard, my dear.
We want to keep them looking,
Well, presentable for the collection,
Without unnatural blemishes.
No, we wouldn't want that, dear.
Now, as we pop their joints
And tear them from their sockets,
We plunge the needle deeper
To take from them any control.
Child, now we mustn't get sloppy.
Be a good girl and stitch them up a smile now.
Oh, but dolls don't scream!
Merely wire their jaw shut, dear,
So their muffled screams
Are too drowned out to be heard.
Yes, you're finished!
He looks great.
You're first work of art.
On such a beautiful specimen, too.
So raise him up and play a while.
I bet you can't wait to begin your next one.
A marionette of man.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:29 am
Simple
here for strong profanity.
"Mine," you'd say, and
"Yours," I'd reply.
Yours, yours, yours,
simple, simple, simple,
the nonconscious heart-jerk;
like breathing..
But, like breathing, when you think about it,
it suddenly becomes harder.
"Forever," you'd say, and
"Always," I'd reply.
Always, always, always,
simple, simple, simple,
but this reflex-reaction slash
conditioned-compassion
seemed too simple, too good
to be real, to be true.
"I love you," you'd say, and
"You, too," I'd reply.
I love you, I love you, I…
Simple, yes, so very, very simple,
so very, very simply wrong:
more a rut, more rote than emotion, more
habit, more trite than truth?
Was I just your pavlov's dog,
for three years of simple positive reinforcement?
So you diagnosed me with simple hysteria,
bade me go over my childhood memories
and dissected the deeper meaning of my dreams,
and like a good girl i laid down on the couch
and talked as the latent thoughts that were actually
thoughts surfaced..
But those went away
with the proper pills and reassurances.
So simple, so easy to swallow...
I had noticed it before, but you allayed my fears
with your jargon, your terminology
describing problems I didn't even have.
My only problem was that I wouldn't
not
think.
Simple.
But I'm no longer addicted,
your little blue lies no longer
in my ******** that, and ******** and your good intentions,
saving me from myself and
my uncomfortable thought.
I'd rather have that than
all your simple answers that
don't answer my questions but
make so much sense. And ******** for wanting to believe them
in the first place, for not-thinking
that things could and should be simple,
that emotions could be boiled down
to a trite three-word panacea. ******** for wanting, for thinking you could simply
make it better.
Love
is simply not meant to be
simple.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:41 am
Hatsuzuki Marionette Age: 16 Hook through flesh, bone, and marrow. The thin wire between life and death. Sinking hooks which they can't escape. Searing pain and agony, Seeping blood from wounds, Mixed with smiles To make sweet, screaming ecstasy. Ah, the torture! Ah, the bliss! To play people as toys. To set the oblivious to shake, To rattle their bones, Completely deaf to the cries and screams. Such a sweet indulgence it shall be! Now choose your victim, with glistening eyes. As you take them by surprise, Tear their tendons, gouge their eyes So they won't resist so violently. Listen as their screams resonate As they cascade against the walls. Such is music to my ears! Let us pierce, precisely of course, Their silken, rosy flesh, In a cruel, merciless sort of fashion. But don't grip too hard, my dear. We want to keep them looking, Well, presentable for the collection, Without unnatural blemishes. No, we wouldn't want that, dear. Now, as we pop their joints And tear them from their sockets, We plunge the needle deeper To take from them any control. Child, now we mustn't get sloppy. Be a good girl and stitch them up a smile now. Oh, but dolls don't scream! Merely wire their jaw shut, dear, So their muffled screams Are too drowned out to be heard. Yes, you're finished! He looks great. You're first work of art. On such a beautiful specimen, too. So raise him up and play a while. I bet you can't wait to begin your next one. A marionette of man. This one has a nice sadistic touch to it. Makes me think of someone like Ed Gein or something. Its dark and heavy! twisted
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hardkoreUSMC Vice Captain
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hardkoreUSMC Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:44 am
Alaisiaga Simplehere for strong profanity."Mine," you'd say, and "Yours," I'd reply. Yours, yours, yours, simple, simple, simple, the nonconscious heart-jerk; like breathing.. But, like breathing, when you think about it, it suddenly becomes harder. "Forever," you'd say, and "Always," I'd reply. Always, always, always, simple, simple, simple, but this reflex-reaction slash conditioned-compassion seemed too simple, too good to be real, to be true. "I love you," you'd say, and "You, too," I'd reply. I love you, I love you, I… Simple, yes, so very, very simple, so very, very simply wrong: more a rut, more rote than emotion, more habit, more trite than truth? Was I just your pavlov's dog, for three years of simple positive reinforcement? So you diagnosed me with simple hysteria, bade me go over my childhood memories and dissected the deeper meaning of my dreams, and like a good girl i laid down on the couch and talked as the latent thoughts that were actually thoughts surfaced.. But those went away with the proper pills and reassurances. So simple, so easy to swallow... I had noticed it before, but you allayed my fears with your jargon, your terminology describing problems I didn't even have. My only problem was that I wouldn't not think. Simple. But I'm no longer addicted, your little blue lies no longer in my ******** that, and ******** and your good intentions, saving me from myself and my uncomfortable thought. I'd rather have that than all your simple answers that don't answer my questions but make so much sense. And ******** for wanting to believe them in the first place, for not-thinking that things could and should be simple, that emotions could be boiled down to a trite three-word panacea. ******** for wanting, for thinking you could simply make it better. Love is simply not meant to be simple. "Love is simply not meant to be simple" The line that states it all. I love the bundled up emotion in this one that is just ripping at the seems. @ Hatsuzuki and Alaisiaga How long did it take both of you to write those? They look quality.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 2:13 pm
thanks. ^^
i'm horrible when i write poetry-- i might get an idea and keep it for later, or use it immediately. when i do that, i sit for an hour or two and just write. i rarely edit extensively after i've finished writing.
so, yeah, about an hour. hehee.
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hardkoreUSMC Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 6:03 am
That's pretty cool, sometimes it takes me a few hours especially when the writers block hits hard. xp
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 10:39 pm
It took me about 2 and a half hours to get the idea on paper and a week for me to get it to the right condition that it's currently presented as.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 10:45 pm
Torture Me, Love Me
Age: 16
Torture me, beat me
Do what you wish, I won't complain
Pay no attention to my yelps
If you ask, I'll tell you "Please, once again."
As I lavish in my chaotic pleasure.
Please, make me feel complete
The crack of a whip makes me yours
The sadist in me wants to defeat,
Yet the masochist in me
Wants the painful end, just to be beat.
Just whisper in my ear
Of seduction and punishment
"You'll be mine, my little dear."
Keep me, feed me, beat me, love me
I'm your little pet, waiting patiently here.
Be my master. Be my slave.
The whip, it sings the call that we can't refuse
So we answer our call and don't hold back
Keep me, love me, just abuse
We come to love, to be one over the other.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 10:46 pm
Well, I'm off to bed. Tell me what you think of it, please.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 1:19 pm
hardkoreUSMC Hatsuzuki Marionette Age: 16 Hook through flesh, bone, and marrow. The thin wire between life and death. Sinking hooks which they can't escape. Searing pain and agony, Seeping blood from wounds, Mixed with smiles To make sweet, screaming ecstasy. Ah, the torture! Ah, the bliss! To play people as toys. To set the oblivious to shake, To rattle their bones, Completely deaf to the cries and screams. Such a sweet indulgence it shall be! Now choose your victim, with glistening eyes. As you take them by surprise, Tear their tendons, gouge their eyes So they won't resist so violently. Listen as their screams resonate As they cascade against the walls. Such is music to my ears! Let us pierce, precisely of course, Their silken, rosy flesh, In a cruel, merciless sort of fashion. But don't grip too hard, my dear. We want to keep them looking, Well, presentable for the collection, Without unnatural blemishes. No, we wouldn't want that, dear. Now, as we pop their joints And tear them from their sockets, We plunge the needle deeper To take from them any control. Child, now we mustn't get sloppy. Be a good girl and stitch them up a smile now. Oh, but dolls don't scream! Merely wire their jaw shut, dear, So their muffled screams Are too drowned out to be heard. Yes, you're finished! He looks great. You're first work of art. On such a beautiful specimen, too. So raise him up and play a while. I bet you can't wait to begin your next one. A marionette of man. This one has a nice sadistic touch to it. Makes me think of someone like Ed Gein or something. Its dark and heavy! twisted And to think, the innocent looking little girl wrote it.... twisted Hehehe....
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 10:09 pm
I haven't even posted this or even typed it up yet on Deviant Art, so y'all get to beta read this one. Denial of the Front Line
They massed at our flanks
The Green Skins Resolve
Bolts cut through the ranks
Their morale dissolves
Entrenched in defilade
Autoweapons are fired
Killzones are now made
Drawn down to the wire
Culminating at the trench
We destroyed their will
From their fire we didn't flinch
All their blood we have spilled
Heavy Weapons Fire
Enveloped with Suppression (Kill them all)
Bayonets in the counter-attack
Screamin in Aggression (Kill them all)
Offense breaks through the lines
Hasty defense insewn (Kill them all)
It's time to kill , now is the time
Causalties have grown (kill them all)
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hardkoreUSMC Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:15 pm
 The Story of Sarah Written By: Halo_Rising "Her name was Sarah.She was what I could never have...Let me tell you my sad tale,She was born to break my heart..." Her heart was frozen for years...years before she came to that school.But they didn't know that.They didn't care to know... Sadness surrounded her like a second skin...but I was the only one who could see it apparently.She was cold normally, like ice.Though she looked like Fire. Curly hair the color of an inferno sunset. Eyes the color of blazing emeralds. A mouth to inspire passion. A body to cause trouble.A face to bring Love. A beauty to start madness...She was only 14. They called her a frigid b***h, an ice queen who will never melt. It was mostly the cuckholded boys who said that though. Still, she kept to herself. The girls were subtle in their cruelty...They ignored her. Oh me? I'm just a boy. One of the few that never dared to approached her. I'm not worthy, I am a peasent. And she is a Goddess. But that didn't stop me from watching over her. From hiding and following her in the shadows in the neighborhood.She was almost home,when the boys came a sniffin'. She ignored them like usual...until one of them got aggressive and gripped her arm.She froze like a deer in headlights. Normally I would just leave well enough alone. But this was my Goddess...ahem! the Goddess...they were threatening. I don't know what came over me... I swiftly grabbed my slingshot from my worn back pocket,grabbed a sharp white stone from the ground...I aimed at the target, and let that stone streak towards destiny... It struck the offender right in the head, he dropped like a sack of potatoes.When the pack saw that the leader was down,they split,no loyalty to be found.He was not dead unfortunately...but he was out.And so she ran. Not curious in the least on who saved her. I was too swift in the shadows anyway... And so it was like that for months. Me chasing them off, away from her, with sharp stones from the shadows. Not once did she glimpse me...But I guess she was grateful for my chivalry.And so I guess she wanted to give me a gift... But it was her gift that showed me her darkest secret.My life was never going to be the same again after that night... It started when she ran home that Friday. After I chased them off again from the shadows, their yelps ringing in my ears. I saw a little piece of paper where she stood just seconds before... I snuck over after her fire tresses were long gone. I picked it up and started reading..."Come to my address...you know where it is...at 12:00 tonight, and then look up. This is my gift to you, my mysterious, chivalrous knight..." So...what did you think that I would do? I went of course.... Her letter the siren's call leading me to my doom. I arrived not a minute late. And I looked up, the full moon my light...and I saw a vision. She was the vision that branded my eyes forever...I saw Her. I looked upon her with her shields down totally. She was dancing, a dance of passion in her white nightgown. Graceful,swirling movements calling out to anyone who saw them...Right in front of her bedroom window for all the world to see.But the only one who saw was me... I was so wrong though. She was moving swiftly, bold in her moves. Then the moon's rays caught her face and unshrouded her glistening tears...She smiled a wary sunrise when she saw me, even as the liquid crystals rolled down her creamy pale skin. And I knew, even as the shadow in her room took shape, not everything is as it seems... She was in danger. The light illuminated the shadow...it was a 40 yr. old man... A man with rage and lust in his maddened green eyes.A dangerous angry sneer twisting his pale face into a monster. His hair was a flame whipping behind him as he rushed towards her and ravaged her mouth with his own. She dared to struggle against him, she tried to kick him where it hurts... It only enraged him further. He growled and smashed his fist into her face... The blood flying towards the window even as she fell screaming "Daddy" from her ruined mouth... You wonder why the police didn't show up, why some neighbor didn't call. It was because he had method in his madness...He thoroughly soundproofed his entire house. I was lucky to have been blessed with keen hearing, a sharp eye, and perfect aim....Instinct took over when I saw the dragon of her life mauling her, raping her....her screams of pain, his roars of pleasure racing to the sky of my ears. The next thing I knew I took out my lucky stone....a razor sharp piece of obsidian glass. It would be the most deadly rock that ever graced my slingshot...I was ready.He came naked to the window, her blood on his fists,mouth,and nether regions... A sated and cruel smile on his face.The silence was electric. He spied me in the moonlit street... And a knowing look came to him saying to me "What can you do about it? You are weak... I took something you can never have now." He turned away thinking me harmless... How wrong he was. I took a deep breath and let that stone fly, All I heard was shattering glass and screams, All I saw was the bloody hole in the back of his head....I never saw the frozen shocked look on his face as he fell down dead. She came into my line of sight, naked and as shattered as the broken window...She was still a Goddess in my eyes, my heart beat only for her...Never did I think that she would do what she did next.... Her dull and lifeless eyes spotted a jagged piece of glass on the hardwood floor. She picked it up, but I did not see it.All I saw was her grief stricken face.Then suddenly out of the blue, she screamed....She screamed like the damned...then my scream of "NOOOOOOOOO!" followed suit .... For she cut her elegant throat with what I did not see.She ended her life right in front of me....my mind splintered. The Police....I don't know what time they came. They found me sobbing like a little baby rocking like I would rock forever in front of her house. They tried to pick me up,tried to talk to me,tried to help me... But I fought like a wild thing, I cursed like the mad. All I could say was SarahSarahSarahSarah....Like a broken record. So now here I am, in this nice soft white room...barely hanging onto my sanity to tell you this story....The story of my Goddess....The story of Sarah....SarahSarahSarahSarahSarah...... "Her name was Sarah.She was what I could never have...Let me tell you my sad tale,She was born to break my heart..." ************************************************************** I hope you like it! ^_^
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