POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2
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RE: RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Quote: Originally Posted by Rygar IN THE DIVINE Soon the day will end, Then the night begins, Out of the fiery spotlight, Free to indulge my sins. Under a cover of black, To the shadows I retreat, Waiting for the moon, My transformation is complete. Under the watchful eye, That guards us in the night, That watches our every move, That dances with delight. It’s where you will find, The me that can’t be seen, In the light of day, The one that is obscene. Prowling through the bush, Hunting what I desire, My heart begins to race, My soul is set afire. And then I finally see her, My equal, my love, my prey, We will play in the divine, Until the start of the day. We must re-don our mask, When the sun does rise, And then no longer bask, When in the land of lies. What gets me through my day, Thoughts of games we’ve played, So I sit and wait, For the sun to slowly fade. Then I will once again, Be free to roam the night, To renew my lustful hunt, And play again in ghostly light. ################################################################### Wow this is superb writing! Thanks. Kudos! . Entering The Weekly Contest with this? You have my vote! |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Thanks Cousin! that was a poem from last year that i felt would fit this thread. |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Little Drink |
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POB Vol II Interactive StarterOk, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! |
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RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote:
Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… (i just hit quote and added my own...  )Last edited by Rygar 09-28-2010 at 02:15:14 PM |
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RE: RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote: Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife (If these couplets are too long, just tell me.) Last edited by KellyRedhead 09-28-2010 at 02:32:04 PM |
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RE: RE: RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote: Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife (If these couplets are too long, just tell me.) with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane |
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POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote: Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife (If these couplets are too long, just tell me.) with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead!
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2oooooooo that last line was killer. |
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RE: RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Quote: hehe - that's how I roll! LOL Jump in, Ry! 
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RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote: Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife (If these couplets are too long, just tell me.) with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead! Soundless torment keeps me bound, Deathly stench from rotted ground. Words spill forth like crimson pain, Dripping sadness fueling flame. Wishing for some eyes to peer, Anguish mortal men to fear. |
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RE: RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote:
Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead! Soundless torment keeps me bound, Deathly stench from rotted ground. Words spill forth like crimson pain, Dripping sadness fueling flame. Wishing for some eyes to peer, Anguish mortal men to fear. Quipping placation, the spell takes hold The phantom corpse rises, his soul is sold Vessel of evil, tomb of throbbing lust He aches for the taste of copper, of rust Slick drool runs from his hard cruel lips As he dreams of womanly form, soft hips Last edited by KellyRedhead 09-29-2010 at 12:06:14 AM |
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RE: RE: RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote:
Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead! Soundless torment keeps me bound, Deathly stench from rotted ground. Words spill forth like crimson pain, Dripping sadness fueling flame. Wishing for some eyes to peer, Anguish mortal men to fear. Quipping placation, the spell takes hold The phantom corpse rises, his soul is sold Vessel of evil, tomb of throbbing lust He aches for the taste of copper, of rust Slick drool runs from his hard cruel lips As he dreams of womanly form, soft hips a hunger to stave... a thirst to quinch he licks the eroding flesh of his lips cankerous skin flakes on his tongue the sweet taste of life long since gone the stench of the words rest on his breath the fragrants of life brought back from death |
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RE: RE: RE: RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote:
Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead! Soundless torment keeps me bound, Deathly stench from rotted ground. Words spill forth like crimson pain, Dripping sadness fueling flame. Wishing for some eyes to peer, Anguish mortal men to fear. Quipping placation, the spell takes hold The phantom corpse rises, his soul is sold Vessel of evil, tomb of throbbing lust He aches for the taste of copper, of rust Slick drool runs from his hard cruel lips As he dreams of womanly form, soft hips a hunger to stave... a thirst to quinch he licks the eroding flesh of his lips cankerous skin flakes on his tongue the sweet taste of life long since gone the stench of the words rest on his breath the fragrants of life brought back from death A lurch'ed step, a muted groan, His eyeless holes gaze on unknown. Into the moonless night he slips, Taloned fingers scratch his hips. He drags a wooden club behind, To rape the victim on his mind. |
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POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote:
Originally Posted by Vicereine Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead! Soundless torment keeps me bound, Deathly stench from rotted ground. Words spill forth like crimson pain, Dripping sadness fueling flame. Wishing for some eyes to peer, Anguish mortal men to fear. Quipping placation, the spell takes hold The phantom corpse rises, his soul is sold Vessel of evil, tomb of throbbing lust He aches for the taste of copper, of rust Slick drool runs from his hard cruel lips As he dreams of womanly form, soft hips a hunger to stave... a thirst to quinch he licks the eroding flesh of his lips cankerous skin flakes on his tongue the sweet taste of life long since gone the stench of the words rest on his breath the fragrants of life brought back from death A lurch'ed step, a muted groan, His eyeless holes gaze on unknown. Into the moonless night he slips, Taloned fingers scratch his hips. He drags a wooden club behind, To rape the victim on his mind. The dusty stacks watch him pass They will have the final laugh! Oh for eyes to see his fate! Instead the pages listen, wait... Driven mad with his mind's vision Of violent sex, forcing submission... Like all Illusions, she seems real! The blood that runs, the flesh he can feel - The tomes are laughing with delight As the wraith destroys his own life! Another brilliant suicide! Orchestrated by books with time to bide... The End! Title ideas??  Last edited by kah 09-29-2010 at 06:13:29 PM |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Well done everyone. Last edited by KellyRedhead 09-29-2010 at 07:24:20 PM |
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RE: RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Quote: Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Well done everyone. Titles? The Tome of Violent Delights (nah) The Compendium of Ironies (not dark enough) Compendium of Dark Ironies Yuk... eh...will take some thinking. I kinda like Tomes of Violent Delights... I don't know - more suggestions please!! LOl - we can take a vote! I like how it came out! Awesome job everyone!! |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Titles? |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Lucifer's Library |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Morbid visions |
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RE: POB Vol II Interactive StarterQuote:
Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Vicereine Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Originally Posted by Dano Originally Posted by KellyRedhead Originally Posted by Rygar Originally Posted by kah Ok, here's a few couplets to start...Join in and bleed with me! Here resides a solitary being Among the stacks in the evening. Moonlight shines, his only light He reads with supernatural sight. His life is done, he refused his bones Now his living is done through tomes. Dusty volumes from ages past, Looking out from shelves aghast, Staring out in wondering glee, Sharing this new tomes misery, Here they sit, one and all, Waiting for their eternal fall, No eyes to fall upon our pages, Just dust and webs to last the ages… Writings of blazing passion, a bloody deed Eviscerate his heart and increase his need He slips closed the words of lust and strife Determined to live, he strokes the knife with a sinister eye he plots and schemes beyond the darkness his vision sees an insatiable lust... his ego he strokes to control the living mind body and soul he looks past his eyes to sees a dead light and captures it all within his minds eye a world of words swirl in his brain as he caputres the thoughts that make him insane His cold dead heart mimes a beat The words he reads provide him heat. Violent energy fills his vaporous form The ancient tomes feel impending storm... The pages flutter, attempting connection Our demon reader acting magician! His thoughts simmer in cascades in red Levitate stories of saints and undead! Soundless torment keeps me bound, Deathly stench from rotted ground. Words spill forth like crimson pain, Dripping sadness fueling flame. Wishing for some eyes to peer, Anguish mortal men to fear. Quipping placation, the spell takes hold The phantom corpse rises, his soul is sold Vessel of evil, tomb of throbbing lust He aches for the taste of copper, of rust Slick drool runs from his hard cruel lips As he dreams of womanly form, soft hips a hunger to stave... a thirst to quinch he licks the eroding flesh of his lips cankerous skin flakes on his tongue the sweet taste of life long since gone the stench of the words rest on his breath the fragrants of life brought back from death A lurch'ed step, a muted groan, His eyeless holes gaze on unknown. Into the moonless night he slips, Taloned fingers scratch his hips. He drags a wooden club behind, To rape the victim on his mind. The dusty stacks watch him pass They will have the final laugh! Oh for eyes to see his fate! Instead the pages listen, wait... Driven mad with his mind's vision Of violent sex, forcing submission... Like all Illusions, she seems real! The blood that runs, the flesh he can feel - The tomes are laughing with delight As the wraith destroys his own life! Another brilliant suicide! Orchestrated by books with time to bide... The End! In Lucifer's Library no one dies... No end, no good bye's Not just yet.... Let it live with out fret!!! The darkest of stories of death and despair!!! Seem not enough in this tale that is rare!!!! Title ideas?? |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2PLease rate this morbid thing.... .http://www.originalpoetry.com/home/poems/view/title/yummy-death |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2Hey Dark! Love your addition! |
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RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2 ~slither~by inkmasterSlithering manifestations are trapped inside of me, |
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.