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^^^
Mine seems to not want to grow more. I must forget my goal to grow a Gandalf one definitely. big_smile

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Just Scars

These arent "Just Scars", They are
My insicurities at 3 A.M
The mirror screaming out my imperfections
The depression hidden behind my smile
The harsh words spoken to me in anger
The food I dont eat, or do and dont keep down
The attempt to stop the demons ripping me apart
The nights I feel utterly alone
The story I write in my flesh, but keep hidden from the world

Last edited by revengebiteme (2013-10-26 03:31:55)

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Short and Sweet. VERY!!! smile

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Thanks doll, jsut wrote it like a second ago. Been a rough few days and needed to write

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Well done miss!!! And yes creating helps a lot. smile

A song I still have to put in music. An hommage to the place I've been raised and live in till I die. Unless I go to Tokyo that is. lol

Good Old Lower St-Laurence
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We live in a beautiful area, the one where I was born
The good old lower St-Laurence
Full of magnificient natural beauties
With sunsets that are shiny

When you pass by Bic
Be sure to see the islands
Th St-Laurence river is always here
So following it
We see wonderful things
That are so beautiful

After being away so long
It's good to be back
Where I came into the shack
And in Father Point http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pointe-au- … re,_Quebec
Check the lighthouse
Today, yesterday even wearing a blouse

We live in a beautiful area, the one where I was born
The good old lower St-Laurence
Full of magnificient natural beauties
With sunsets that are shiny

And oh our girls are cute
Full of natural beauty
Oh that our girls are cute
They have that shiny beauty
Which is great obviously

It's home, yes my lovely home which I love to the bone..

Last edited by kXnPunk (2013-10-27 02:01:07)

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^ Very nice. It makes me want to take a visit to your lower St-Laurence some day.
Of course, I read that last sentence as, "yes my lovely home which I love to bone." Which got me chuckling. Taking out the 'the' in that lyric really changes the whole mood of the ending. But I understand now after the second look. tongue

Last edited by The Creature (2013-10-27 00:09:11)

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Mwahahaha Yes, that would fit better if it was for our girls rather. lol

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I wish.

I wish the sun would always show and for beautiful days.
I wish the clouds never turned gray. I wish something happened every time when you pray.
Things just don’t always turn out that way.

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Ok here's something I did because it TRUELY ANNOYS ME TO NO END to have all that Xmas shit celebration every year from the 4th of november to the 7th. I know it's only 3 days but we hear that crappy ad on TV for a damn while before Halloween that shit. H3LL just NUTS!!! And the melody goes just like the song I did, I'll put it in the musician thread when I'm done with it. AND IT'S AN EXTREMELY FREAKING BAD EAR WORM really. So I wrote and put music over this. SCREW THAT CRAP BY EVERY DAMN HOLES, YEAH, THE NOSTRILS AND EARS ARE INCLUDED!!! lol

Fuck Xmas In Here In Wolf-River

•••••••••••••••••••••••

It's Xmas in here, in Wolf-River
They have crows full their heads
And shit is at the corner
There are assholes in those beds

FUCK Xmas in here, in Wolf-River
FUCK Xmas in here, in Wolf-River

•••••••••••••••••••••••
Written the 8th november of the year of grace 2013

© Flibuste Lunaire 2013

Last edited by kXnPunk (2013-11-08 17:49:17)

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^ Nice. I hate when X-mas shite is displayed on TV and in public BEFORE Halloween. Incredibly annoying, indeed.

Here's a couple for ya, some horror poetry!

(Work in progress #1)
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I can't spend another night in this radioactive town
Wandering this hotel's abandoned rooms
Making love to the many green succubi of this hateful harem
Washed in the mechanical-recycle disruptions of charnel-house after charnel-house
Reaking in pollution emitted from the tailpipe of the Commissioner's car
A corpse upon the ground, rotting, its teeth split wide on the wretched pavement
Of the city as its lights dim at curfew hour for the meek to retreat to their
humble under-the-sea abodes, locked, dark, silent.
Awake! Crazy fiends of night unleash upon the city streets shattering the lights and begging, craving for lust and cold meals death deals and drugs.
Wanton are we to these pitiful scenes of corruption and grotesquery unleashed.
Faces of madmen that jump and morph within the tall slanting streetlights and behind the shadows of rustic garbage bins and towering, fat brick buildings accompanied by the faintly distant sounds of swing, of Jazz, of clatter, of roar, of a party for the dead to sink their teeth in.
Thus begins its reign at midnight stopping dead at dawn. Crazy vampire hobos
laughing and hiding in dusty dark corners of city sewage caverns upon the comfort of rotting, dense, moist, maggot-consumed Earth.
This time and space coordinate recycles endlessly in its own desperation and horror.
Night gives to day, and day to night in cycles of enclosed tyranny oppressed on the poor and the townsfolk of justified superstition.
The sunshine in between these shifts in consciousness are of little compensation for the good, for they live in fear of being caught, helpless, squirming under the toes of giant leaping things and between the fleeting transition of love-light to evil-dark, of good-will to evil drug heroin revenge, and of precarious life to sudden black death.


#2
Your time will soon come
In volatile defile of your soul
Blackened and beaten down to the Earth ground
By the echoing screams of your lost friends
Crying out in the pitch black darkness of the End.

Ragged claws reach out from the infinite depths of space
Penetrating the walls of your fragile mind
Grasping at the mush and goo of your fears
Disconnecting the neurons, ripping the synapses &
Warping your ability to feel what you once valued and felt as real &
Now in the darkest deep comes for you a final restless sleep.

Tossing and turning in the hot coals of an immaterial fault line.
Corruption in a muddy running heart -mind
A Dead deer-priestess sings you a mocking eulogy
She wears the crown you were never destined to bare
While dead & dropped flowers pollute a stony grave
Under which no one is buried
Where your dust and ashes are no where to be blown
Instead your remains be left carelessly thrown, floating in space, eternally in torment
In a volatile swampy sickness
Vomiting inarticulate words of misery
Helpless to the impersonal void of no-thought
Wretched you are in this cold black hole, the dark night of soul, forever
Sipping the foul gaseous graves of the dead eternally with the cracked, cold, and bleeding lips
of a fallen saint.

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Awesome!!! Woah.

Digging this especially.

Awake! Crazy fiends of night unleash upon the city streets shattering the lights and begging, craving for lust and cold meals death deals and drugs.

And this...

Disconnecting the neurons, ripping the synapses &
Warping your ability to feel what you once valued and felt as real &
Now in the darkest deep comes for you a final restless sleep

But EVERYTHING else is badass. Dark, mysterious, sinister like I love it. Bravo!!!

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Alright a little improv here...

9, 4, 2, 5, 7, 6, 6 and six and Boom purple and crimson make their way into my cells
The lost cells in the foggy typhoon hole, the BLACK one of them
Screams and screams and sweets are in no way pushing the limits of the powers I dwell
Way back in the future then for Zen in vain
I've cried all my H3LLs to the falcon of crazy monotonous rimes
It seems like I've commited a crime
A growl from interwaved goof
Nah you don't need proof
That I suck at this you Neuronicon Emoticons and Passions

So yeah did that on the fly now... lol

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The crow flies at midnight.
A monkey roams.
The crow caws, "Sup?"
The monkey punches it in the face.
A donkey drinks poison and dies.
The end.

I kinda suck at this.

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I'm sure lotsa them writers said that at one point.

But like I said, I suck at this too.

But at least yours is funny. Mine not at all. Dig the monkey and donkey follow up and the way he dies. Poison rules, NO NO NO NO NO NOT THE BAND!!! lol

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^^
I think you have more issues than I do.  lol tongue

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kXnPunk wrote:

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Awesome!!! Woah.

Digging this especially.

Awake! Crazy fiends of night unleash upon the city streets shattering the lights and begging, craving for lust and cold meals death deals and drugs.

And this...

Disconnecting the neurons, ripping the synapses &
Warping your ability to feel what you once valued and felt as real &
Now in the darkest deep comes for you a final restless sleep

But EVERYTHING else is badass. Dark, mysterious, sinister like I love it. Bravo!!!

Thanks, man! 'ppreciate it.
Thinking I'll add a few quirks here and there, and call them done. Then I'll add an actual title to both of them.

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Ultra cool sir buddy, extremely even. Damn I'm stuck on my Sci-Fi/Horror story, I'm at a point where logic is far gone and I think it hurts what I wanna do someways. Unless I take the Quantum's way that is. Logic??? What's that I would say if I took that way. But nope, I'm a much bigger fan of real life mechanics mixed with weirdness so that's why I can't gear back up. Ah well I'll keep think about all this...

azathoth wrote:

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I think you have more issues than I do.  lol tongue

Definitely. big_smile

Last edited by kXnPunk (2013-11-09 04:35:47)

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Was having a bit of fun and felt the need to write something this morning. So this song (to a rock melody of sorts) is what resulted:

Street Can Alley Moon Light Train
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I can see it tattooed on your skin
It's been a long hard road, my friend
Life's weather beat you down
But you always got right back up again

I feel the wind blowin'
Feel it pushing back against my head
Never had the temptation
To just fly with it instead

My frame is stuttering
My ribs poke out the side
My long hair fluttering
My eyes have nothing left to hide

On the street
Looking for my angry fix
On the road
Looking for a ride without no tricks
In the building
Next to the growling dog of Glen.
And the train...it's right on time.
It's moving right on in.

I grab hold of the back.
Lifts my feet off the track.
Down the valley, past the city
Into the wild unknown.
I know how it feels.

Fleeing the glory.
Feeling the hate grow off my lies.
I never knew her story
But boy it's got my mind in a grind.
I want her badly.
Just to share my pain.
I want to see her
Glowing in the dark with my radioactive dreams.

And those screams
Oooh, they bring me close to her heart.

Yeah yeah yeah,
It's been a hard long road, my friend
But we always got back up by the countdown's end.
I can see it growing on our skin
When the weather beat us down,
but we're both back up and running again.

They told us we were full of sin.
But your my evil woman
And they're our ho-chi-minh.
c'mon. Ha!
Smoke a little grass with me.
Chilling on down-low in the garbage can-ecstasy
No need for more heroin, just say "No thank you".
And yes pleeeaaaase.
It's just the two of us.
It's just you and me.
Together in the night
On the red move, washed down the gutter stream
of dark Life's misery.


...How that story working out, Punk?

Last edited by The Creature (2013-12-12 23:54:10)

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What a nice thing to read this early morning sir. AWESOME!!!

I especially like the "They told us we were full of sin.
But your my evil woman
And they're our ho-chi-men.
c'mon. Ha!
Smoke a little grass with me.
Chilling on down-low in the garbage can-ecstacy
No need for more heroin, just say "No thank you"." part but you probably knew I'd like anyways. lol

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^ Thank you, P. smile Top of the morning to ya!
And hey, that's why you just use the next line, "Yes pleeeaaase!" lol

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Good morning to you too.
And Yes pleeeaaase!!! lol

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Short poem.

A Phantom Forgot
~~~~~~~~~~
My words are smooth
Too smooth for you to notice
My words cut so deep
That you can't even feel it
My face is so alive
You thought I was a painting
Although it wasn't too abstract
It was hard, much too hard for you to remember
A mouth here or an eye there
a wave of a hand, or maybe some fingers
in the peripheral image of the day-to-day
You walked away,
smiling

Last edited by The Creature (2014-01-04 22:19:25)

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Awesome man. H3LL you're good. smile

A wave of hand AND A FINGER. Hahaha lol

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The Creature wrote:

...How that story working out, Punk?

Slowly but surely. New stuff in my head so need to analyse everything before I put it down to type on the keyboard... No probs though, I have ALL the time in the world. big_smile

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kXnPunk wrote:

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Awesome man. H3LL you're good. smile

A wave of hand AND A FINGER. Hahaha lol

Thank you, Sir Punks-a-lot.
And that's a nice spin on that line! haha

Good to hear that you're still in the process of writing your story. Writing a good piece of fiction is not such an easy feat.