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Deadly VictimShadow driven she reeks of old blood and dust
Dried up dreams that scorched and turned to rust
Dark eyes glow with a demonic thirst to slake
Believing her still human is a very grave mistake
Daughter of countless nightmares consumed
Skin deep beauty shelters the covered wound
Slinking the dark corridors in a predatory pace
This darkling demon with a glowing angelic face
A victim of madness grown into an awesome force
Of rage and hatred with absolutely no remorse
Born of the most demented abuse and insane desire
Now darker than even her tormentors tried to inspire

Ollie's Lovely CupcakesGood afternoon my dear,
Go and take one, have no fear
They’re fresh from the oven, my lovely cupcakes
Painted with neon frostings, oh yes they’re free

But just so you know
There’s more beyond the rainbow
My cupcakes, they don’t only look as they are
Careful with each bite poppet, you might die~

To Thou We WalkTrembled cauldrons of the bloodied, we speak to you from our banished homes, a night of falls and journeys strikes you; to you we walk, for we are drones.

Cloaked heavily in our guidance, dark, we travel forth to claim your eyes, an eve without rest bestows our shivers; quiet your mouth, we know of your lies.

Twice past the Mountain of Desert's Clearings, once towards but last into the mud, our journey nears, but far we remain; towards the end of daylight we witness blood.

Organs of the betrayed weaklings, they tumble down with gallons of red, a mighty waterfall of death runs by us; mixed in between, a child's head.

Into your palace we st

He Who Stole From UsDespair of a nightfall shattered by silver, through oceans we rise of bloodied hands, moans of the dead whisk mortally past us; time has our clearing, let us reclaim the lands.

Stolen from us the grounds which thrived, the grasses blackened with a wisp of plaster, the eves which were have frozen without us; 'tis all the works of another master.

Nights without darkness have plagued our beings, drowned in our wills beneath the lead, revenge shall curse him with a jolt of nightmares; a demon of somber shall reclaim his head.

To him we glare with a simple reason, the moonlight hazel fairs our skin and eyes, this childish mortal has begun to ru

Death walks on two legs (Jeff the Killer poem)He walks in from the darkness
He bares with him the life of those he's taken
He has been on the run in pursuit of victims for years
He knows this well

His only love is for his knife that he commits the ultimate crime with
His smile destroys the life of the room
His eyes gleam with terror
His phrase kills all by itself

Death is coming for you
Death is unstoppable
Death is a creature who is no longer human
Death walks on two legs

Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunk

SpellboundI am not enchanted.

The dreams come
but they are not dreams at all
and I am not asleep.

Your hand sliding up my thigh
and your groan slicks itself onto my neck,
embeds itself into my skin.

I wear the remnants
of your ecstasy in my flesh still.
It crawls when any other nears it.

It came to be that your bed-side clock
replaced my fearful heartbeat
as I laid in stasis and hoped -

for a passing; of time, of fingers, of life.
I cannot sleep with ticking in my ear anymore
I don't think of time running out, but of paralysis.

I think of lapses of concentration,
of tongues,
of temperaments.

I think of those slow burning moments
that str

Oliver (2p!England) Poem

A creature running through the night
Retrieving ingredients for his delicious sweets
Slice your throat, cupcakes with poison
He’s always making his yummy treats

Victim upon victim
He’s always there
Watching them suffer
Oh look, he’s here

Better watch out
For here he comes
Knife in hand, cupcake in another

Step by step
A lot to fear
Stopping, inches away
Cupcake, dear~?

DemonYou see me in the hall
My eyes sparkle with joy
My laughter rings clear
My smile shines brightly
You see an angel
You don't see me as a threat
But I caution you
Angels fall from heaven
And I am one of them
The truth is hidden
My eyes gleam with hate
My laughter is filled with evil
My smile shines cruelly
If you mess with this angel
I'll welcome you to my home
It's warm and cozy
Filled with flames and screams
So be careful my "friend"
Or you'll join me in hell

ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic

I have been locked in this dark room
I am scared of confined spaces
I am claustrophobic
I can feel the fear grow
My heart is pumping fast
I think I may pass out
The hands are reaching out to strangle me
They have me by the throat
I cannot breathe
The room is turning black
I have passed out
I slowly pass away
And finally I am dead

YouI feel dreams are pointless, just as I were to you, my life just a simple ointment, to whcih you felt you could use, to seal the pain you once had, just enough to let me lose, enough to lose a heart, only to watch as yours grew, used as simple heartless life steps, that barely gave me room, suffering slowly, you only seem to abuse, slowly suffocating, you only let me assume, love was this easy, but truth was in the other room, numbness developed, where you were once to mend, to which you only pretend, life stops, and you were the end, to which I thought rocked, but you only seem to dim, blackend emptiness, only seem to grow, hopeless desires,

FearsSome kids are afraid of the dark
And the monsters that lurk within it.

Some kids are afraid of heights
And the vertigo that accompanies it.

Some kids are afraid of animals
And the viciousness they could harbor.

Some kids are afraid of bugs
And their creeping, crawling legs.

Some kids are afraid of sharp things
And their pointy ends.

Most kids have these fears
And that's normal and nice.

But some kids, some kids are like me
And they're scared of something else.

I'm scared of something
And it's far worse than many things.

It's scarier than a clown
And its over-joyous attitude.

It's scarier than a crowded elevator
And the brushing and t

the Bride of the Tide (a creepy lullaby)The black water crows caw next to the sea
the pain of the saltiness who torment their wings.
Those sad gloomy moans who dwell my night
push this tortured spirit dark stories to write.

She came in september, she came from the sea:
shipwrecked when her caravel was broken by the winds.
Her body thrown overboard by the force of the storm
was transported in the end half dead on our shores.

The night was so quiet and dark the heaven's dome
when a bizzarre figure dragged her to its home.
When she then woke up, after three days asleep
she found herself lying on a bed of leaves.

A creature unknown, who in a dark corner stood, said:
"This is my

The Crawling Chaos...Beyond imagination
Past the vaulted halls of time
Beyond the realm of dreams and fear
A nameless terror waits
When Morpheus casts his spell
And drags you down below
It's tentacles are lurking
To speed you to your fate
That brutal bubbling Chaos
Will bind your trembling soul
It's vile and noxious poison
A potent brew of hate
Father of all blasphemies
He will make you scream and squirm
Feeding on your pain and fear
Until the spark of life abates
His minions too are waiting
Through nightmares they draw near
Mad Abdul wrote about them
And sealed his dreadful fate
So then pilgrim traveller
Tread carefully in dreams
For even in great beauty
Nothing's as it seems
The great old one's are waiting
Our Earth they would reclaim
Hounds of bloody carnage
Pray they never find a gate...

Hush, HushHush, hush now,
don't make a sound.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I promise.
Please, be quiet.
I know I'm locking the door.
But I wouldn't want anyone
disturbing our fun.
It's alright, sweetheart.
Don't yell for help.
I would be so disappointed
if the blade in my hand
went hungry tonight.
Calm down,
my little doll,
the game isn't over yet.
I'd hate to leave
your porcelain skin unblemished
like new fallen snow
when the children are ready
to go out
and play.
Shush, my darling,
let the blade take its course.
You won't be needing your fingers anymore anyway.
And it won't matter
if your eyes are burnt
once my pride and joy
finds his place in your heart.
Hush, hush now,
don't make a sound.
I'm not here to hurt you.
I promise.
I'm here to kill you.

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monstersBlackened feet from blistered Earth,
Painful steps as that horrible voice nears.
These haunted feelings have beat you since birth.
A harbored monster beyond all your fears.
Slow moving and deliberate,
tracking your every disgrace.
A shiny blade; your deliverance.
Run now baby, wind stinging your face.
Lights expressing lower bases,
terror wrapped in Pink cases.
This monster sees all and you instead.
Feeding images of faith to your head.
The damage is considerate,
closing on you the faster you run.
Howling fits of pain are deliberate.
He spoke in cursive just for fun.
All reasoning and rhyme done...

Closing faster on you now.

delusionA fearsome smile lit on me when you looked up,
Golden hair and a Main course stare.
Appetizers not enough for you these days,
Frozen icepick shivers in that gaze.

Clouds of disbelief caught me then.
Lighthearted and a half-swallow,
Fearing delusions in my mental pen.
The sight of you pushing my sanity below.

Hope upon hope you were there,
Not just a dream.
Not just sunrays on my pillow without care;
that there is flesh and heat in that stare.

I've given blood to your alter.
You've done the same.
The Postal emotion we transfer,
I didn't even know your name.

Amazing how all this will mesh.
A little truth,
a pound of flesh.
Ne

debtIntentions transferred pain.
A single tear drowned me,
a corpse ridden "Hello" and here you are.
Naked to the thighs and breathing heavy.
It's not nice to kick me when I'm down.
Broken ribs remind me you care.
Play your fiddle and dance on my ashes,
No Phoenix to meet the Sun this time.
Only a shattered and pissed me;
Won't you do it again?
Far beyond all this and begging.
You broke me before I could bend.
I'm close to satisfied now.
Now that your tissue is wedged nicely between my teeth.
Your Vulcan grip means nothing now.
Just another Ace up my sleeve.
Two cards and four $50 chips left,
Open up baby, here comes your payment

drinksI saw you over there
I winked and you took a sip
I started to walk over
You hit me with a Barracuda smile
Stopped me in my tracks
Too many teeth in that mouth
I walked over anyway
Not shy and not scared
Your lip gloss blinding in that disco ball
I traced your hose to the heels
Decided you were worth the effort
I knew you were playing the field
You called me "Baby"
I called you "blue"
A short dance and three drinks later
You were mine
Left open for business
Go ahead and lie to me
These walls were built for better than you
Wait, that is a lie
Too many have fallen on your quest
I'm not one of those
Nothing is as it was befo

buriedHow could I have not seen?
Buried deep inside you.
Your eyes stilled by that machine,
Holy confessions and your skin still Blue.

I can still taste the Xanax on your lips,
Ended all this and left me low.
Left to sail with these Ghost ships,
Prop you up and I start the show.

Gather 'Round this innocent witness,
Full of vision and no sight.
Considered all in her business,
With not a spine to fight.

Mottled perceptions leave me lost,
Christians weeping all around me.
I push forward not caring the cost,
My soul left in barter and you on a shopping spree.

Step right up here is the 8th wonder,
Crawl and beg for admission.
Too many

oppositesThe hands of time begged me,
Let you go.
Your hands begged me,
Let you go.

Curtains of pain disguising the true intent,
Still I held you.
Mountains of deeds misspent,
Still I held you.

Inebriated skeletons dancing in the closet,
My grip steel.
Wallowing in your mind with blood to deposit,
My grip steel.

Grey emotions guided by hate,
I hold you tighter.
Garrisons left untended and I won't abate,
I hold you tighter.

Stillborn truths lying in the sand,
Pull you to me.
Hot breath interrupted across parched land,
Pull you to me.

Deafening sights hurling you into the vacuity,
I'll never let go.
Hurtling your passion into obscu

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World War Z: Endings

by ~gelal, Jul 9, 2009, 8:32:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

This was found in an elementary school in the outskirts of Biloxi, Mississippi written in what appears to be crayon on the wall. It is unfinished and heartbreaking. After ten years, the bones are still gnawed and evident.

Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
Spreading death,
Spreading strife.

The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
most panicked.
Most died.

There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
a snack.
Humanity ended here.

Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.

They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen

Of me there was no trace;
blackened suffering.
Of me there was no fac

World War Z: Endingsby ~gelal

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

For an example of the contest here: [link]

Not in it for the contest. Just showing what could be done.

Of course "World War Z" is trademarked and copyrighted by Max Brooks.

This writing is © Chris Price *Mine dammit.

!kiwickle Aug 19, 2010

of me there was no face?

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~gelal Aug 19, 2010

Yeah. Unfinished cause of the zombies at the buffet.

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!kiwickle Aug 20, 2010

lol.

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~fallenidle Jul 9, 2009 Professional Writer

AHHH I LOVE THIS. How deliciously disturbing, Criddy, well fucking done!

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~gelal Jul 9, 2009

Nah just took the easy way out.

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~fallenidle Jul 9, 2009 Professional Writer

Easy way out?
What makes you think you aren't writing a story, too? Muahahaha!

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~gelal Jul 9, 2009

Yeah, I am. Just think a whole lot of mud and not enough cold.

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~fallenidle Jul 9, 2009 Professional Writer

Yeeeeeeeeeahhhh babay!!!

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