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Only requirements:
~Stay active, at least in the chat thread, but post some written work as well
~Don't start unnecessary shit.
Thanks. |
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Aug 25, 2007 04:18 pm
Edited : Aug 25, 2007 04:20 pm |
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Reward
Lonliness constant, no time for deep relations---working majiks, performing arcane ritual incantations.
Occasional would-be visitors, suddenly reluctant---grotesque soul that beauty hides, superstitious fears ascendant.
Young suffering soul, timidly approaches---aware of foul nature, upon which she encroaches..
Seeking answers and awful retribution---coming here in torment, desiring a dark infernal solution.
Beauty's mask showing compassion, perfectly arranged---examining her visitor, voracious eyes remain unchanged.
Such simple folk, girls in rough dresses---she muses, while imagining future cruel excesses.
Speak freely child, for your torment is clear---someone abusing you...speak...you've nothing to fear.
Many have visited me here, seeking compassion---you have my attention, I can discern your passion.
Skin splitting, awful scabrous boils erupting---visitor stinking of death, and resultant vile corruption...
Siezes the throat, of this simpering conniving creature---feeding upon innocence, in the guise of their teacher.
Recall as you die, vicious majikal pretender---one resembling me seeking help, young soul so poinantly tender...
Was my sister that day, you so cruelly devastated---witness now the horror, that is me aggravated.
Retribution comes---in a myriad, of clever guises...
Beware those souls capable, of convincing disguises.
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© august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved |
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Aug 25, 2007 05:15 pm
Edited : Aug 25, 2007 05:17 pm |
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Awareness
Ancient walls, patient witness to the fall---of men's desires, uncaring sentinels cast a pall...
Upon all who in their arrogance tread here---those adventurers willing to challenge the dead here.
Past home to gods and their grotesque vibrations---aged walls awakening, craving dark orgiastic celebrations...
As in those times so long ago, dark rituals observed---infernal soul awakening, impressions covetously preserved.
In centuries past, power carelessly weilded here---fell awarenes feeding, dining on mankind's fear.
Appetite for mortal suffering, unappeased---somber monument to avarice, hoplessly diseased.
Soulless blood-soaked structure, growing stronger---echoing cries of lost souls, no patience any longer...
Ancient walls scream out their terrible desire---lust for power, brings the foolish souls required.
Ahh you strutting heroes, doers of great deeds---violent death awaits you, but it fills the needs...
Of ancient existance, warped by selfish depredation---seeking sustenence, from your soul's reluctant donation.
Cunning glamours, this malignant awareness employs---offering nothing of substance, your death it enjoys.
Timeless edifice attracts seekers, vast beyond number---these walls offering only, tortured eternal slumber.
Beware you power seekers, with greed on your faces...
True evil often inhabits, the most unlikely of places.
© july, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved |
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| Aug 25, 2007 10:03 pm |
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| Very exqusite taste and expression on poetry.4 both of my favorite Elites & now lovely Poets. Aborted & Dave |
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| Aug 26, 2007 12:30 am |
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Rendevous
Her essence drifted like vapor upon the midnight breeze as she materialized on the balcony,
the open door an unholy invitation...
Her face a portrait of porcelain beauty,
the whitness of her skin contrasted by the vivid red of her moist lips as she drew them back to reveal the sharp insisors...
She floated through the room to his side,
embracing him with her soft arms and melted against his body...
The stench of death as she bit into his neck the only insinuation that this was more than a tryst...
This was immortal death....
cleo buss 2007 |
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| Aug 26, 2007 12:36 am |
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Immortal Vanity
Vanity tainted her wrinkled countenance, self indulgence she prized...
She pranced before the mirror, an enchantress in her own eyes.
Decrepitude would not deform her, immortality she pursued...
For the soft unsullied face of long ago is all she viewed.
Whispers of an ominous way to acquire her goal...
Seek the blood sucker and render him her soul.
Feed upon the man child to keep your maidenly youth...
To dwell in dank catacombs an unholy truth.
A moment of time,and the fait accompli is done...
Never again will she quest for the sun.
At last a bejeweled mirror she holds to her face...
Alas there is no likeness reflected in that place .
All is for naught and forever she'll be...
Seeking the chaste maiden she'll never see...
© 2007~Cleo Buss all rights reserved |
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| Aug 26, 2007 12:39 am |
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Prolific poet,purveyor of sinister dreams,
twining webs to snare us in your horrific schemes...
Creatures of baneful aberration crawl across your pages,
calling up the nightmares of archaic ages...
Amoral and dank the vignettes you weave,
threads of depravity hard to conceive...
Write omniscient laird,of succubus by your side,
for your gathering grows larger with each parchment that you scribe...
for DaveDoom51...our poet laureate |
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| Aug 26, 2007 12:40 am |
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In the dead of night he strattles his steed of dark iron...
skin of black leather sheaths him and blends him into the night
speed...speed..he tries to outrun the dark thoughts and violence that seeth in him..
but this steed that rumbles between his thighs impowers him...
he can act upon these dark deeds and outrun the consequences..
he sees the man outside the bar and picks a fight, he has the overwhelming urge to hurt as he's been hurt..to see blood and anguish ,as he has felt it in his life...
the figure before him assumes the faces of all those he accuses..
he stops, there is no fight left in the crumpled and bloody figure upon the ground
and no satisfaction in his heart...for it is not the she beast he relishes..the maker of nightmares...
he starts the bike and roars into the night,
wind creating tears upon his face...before him he still sees his childhood nightmares and feels his grown up rage....
for HER heart still beats!... cleobuss 2007 |
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| Aug 26, 2007 12:41 am |
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the darkness is crawling over him like the fog seeps into a seaside hamlet...insidious and etheral until its blanket hides all beneath it..
memories of long ago wrongs never righted brew a black hate and need for revenge...
can i draw him back from this blackness of the the spirit? can love reach through the wall of serpents rearing their heads...am i strong enough to talk him back from the whispering voices inside him that encourage blackness and despair...
we cannot change the past,nor can we live in those days gone long ago.we can be in the now..today..and make it ours.
cut the ropes that bind you man...rear your head and swing your mighty dark sword and slay the memories of the past...slice those offending people from your now...cast them into the darkness of the abyss and think of them no more.
polish your sword and sheath it..for you have love and the light it brings..a warm hearth and a maiden sit waiting for you.
for you are the conqueror of your past..the warrior of your future triumphs.. cb |
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| Aug 26, 2007 09:54 am |
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| that is my new favorite, G :) |
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| Aug 26, 2007 02:03 pm |
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ok all you hellions out there....i can't compete with you on the dark side..so decided it was sunday and your all going to pay!!this is what i call a sugarcube....should make you satanic ones writh in agony...sweet..sweet..sweet...
BABY
He sits in his cage and she opens the door
He takes flight and starts to soar
He soon flutters to the ground
walks and talks he's such a clown...
He hops around and struts his stuff
of freedom he can't get enough...
She scoops him gently from the floor
how could anyone love much more..
She sets him on her shoulder & he gives her a kiss
love between the two of them is really hard to miss...
Birds are fragile & by death did they part...
but Laura feels his fluttering..always in her heart...
p.s. don't worrie kiddies...there are more of those to come..NOW i feel evil! |
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| Aug 26, 2007 02:11 pm |
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| gerard..that is a great piece of prose..and thoughts that I think most of us hold in the back of our minds...I like to think that there is some place I will be accepted for the way I lived my life...the kindnesses I showed others...the sacrifices we all make..no matter how small...I look forward to more..that was a wonderful sunday sermon for me. I will walk the rest of my day with a higher step.. |
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| Aug 26, 2007 02:31 pm |
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| well now I am ashamed to post anything here with the two of you---Need I say that I loved both those writings----???----I think not----Great stuff you two :) Thank you ! |
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| Aug 26, 2007 02:39 pm |
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thanks pondora, i'm really flattered :) keep writing as i've read all your works as well :)
hehehe D :) |
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| Aug 27, 2007 05:18 pm |
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| I like that..it is to the point..don't you go spouting your not going to post in here..you are the man!!...I'm just "fluff"..we need your "stuff" |
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