Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy bluesHunter on the Prowl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
Caught by a SmokerWatching you carefully, dare I try to get close?Caught by a Smoker4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nay, I don't need to be within your range
You're already in mine, no sense to further delay
I lash at you--be ready to be choked!
You were ignorant; didn't listen for my wheezes and coughs
But now you're the one gagging, dangled like a ragdoll
What's this? You can't call for help? They aren't turning around?
Looks like you're mine now, dying with subtle sounds
Ahh, you've grown limp, poor little survivor
But survive no more; you're dead in this hour
I let you free now--a pity, you're gone
No matter now, your friends have moved on
Bounding the rooftops, following their trail
I'll grab the next fool, see their face turning pale,
From being without air. The idiots don't watch
For the tall guy with a smoke cloud around him in dots
How did they miss me? What's distracting their thoughts?
Why didn't they notice their teammate was caught?
Their intelligence is questionable, especially compared to mine
I don't have to think to know when's the ri
So Vaini always thinkSo Vain4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that what you write
is about me
GirlI was your first kiss.Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will always be my last love.
Tank is What They ShoutHuge hulking mass of super-human muscleTank is What They Shout4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grunting and growling like an ape or a bull
You won't survive if we get in a tussle
I'll kill you with ease, you scrawny dumb fools!
Shooting at me like madmen, running all over the streets
Your puny little guns won't hit like a car!
Smacked at you like a toy; with ease from afar
Two of you down at one time, knocked back on the concrete
Other infected run at you, getting in my way
I don't care for their help, I'll smack them away!
Your little team is doomed to die by my fists!
Another four names to be added to the lists!
I run to you incappacitated whimps
Pounding you, beating you, until you grow limp
Your friends are still shooting away, but all in vain
One of you's gone, now I'll end your pain!
Two of them dead at my feet, the others yell and cry,
Out their friends' names, but they're about to die!
They should have run, left them, but no, they had stayed
An idiot's mistake, thinking the hurt could be saved!
Now they run backwards, trying desper
Acid, Acid"Pocket full of posiesAcid, Acid4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the rosies
We all fall down..."
My pretty little smile
Says, "Won't you stay a while?"
I'll use acid, acid
To make you stick around...
But digits on your triggers
Unlike the rings around my fingers
And with acid, acid
I'll make you all fall down...
Burning pretty green goo
Spreads just like the morn dew
It's acid, acid
To make you all slow down...
With pockets full of bottles
And weapons that you coddle
Don't help when acid, acid
Makes you all fall down...
Pretty Spitter's pigtails
Love to dance when she trails
Survivors while her acid, acid
Drips along the ground...
Spitter dear goes bye-bye
Because the bullets flied-flied
And killed her and her acid, acid
Burns her body down...
And Nothing Was Okay Anymorewhat if it's not realAnd Nothing Was Okay Anymore5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we're just
lying to each other?
going through the
and nothing more?
what if you're not
and i'm not
and when we told each
other we were
we were secretly lying to
each other and
now everyone can
what if i just
lied to you because
i'm scared of
and i can feel us
i know we're
but i don't know
how to fix it?
and i don't know
if i want it
what if it's
true and you
read it and don't
say anything about
or what if you
do read it
lie to you
about it (again) ?
what happens then?
what happens if i tell the truth?
and know i don't
want it to.
so i won't share
this with the world
not until i know
for certain that
everything is not okay
Dark sea, no bottomAnd I amDark sea, no bottom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out to swim -
no sand in sight,
and I am
a heavy thing
high, I am
because I know
always a way
ahead and out.
The origin of flame warsWhen people sayThe origin of flame wars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their silly things,
All the words consist of letters,
all the letters were born from sounds,
all the sounds emerged from mutated throats,
all the mutated throats were silent once,
all the silence still meant violence,
all the violence was quickened in life,
all the life was inspired by heat and stones,
all the heat and stones were once
With such a pedigree,
our burning hearts
are still the savage tools
in our hairy hands.
Our communication skills
the screeching sounds
of egos grinding
against our limits.
Against the gaping mawI atoneAgainst the gaping maw4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for every stupid
(do daydreams at night
deserve a name?)
I atone with every waking moment.
They will never leave me be;
the dirty fingers. The shadow figures in my bed.
Playing shadow figure games I can't make out.
The crawlers on the walls. I think the TV is still on
when it never is
for every song I sang
when the audience was long gone
and the leaves were fleeing.
I have the worst timing in the wor
In the black cups I find my nectar.
It pours out of me when I try to swallow it back
again and again. The logic compels me
again and again.
I hear the sound of countless tiny waves
in the cup nation
The days blast into my face
like jet time.
Sometimes you tell me
we're having sex. Sometimes
you're not there. My skin
is peeling and I think of petals.
I am a raw man underneath.
I feel my body with
too many hands.
I want the other ones
I think the TV is off now,
They Screamed WitchSobbing to myself, lap as a resting place for my handsThey Screamed Witch4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's going on, I don't understand?
Oh, why, why did this have to come to be?
Why, why... Oh God, why me?
This red light around me serves as no condolence
Nor do these fellow creatures who seem so absent-minded... What!
Why does this fool get near me!? This is not something of my tolerance!
I can't take this, get out of my face! Stay away from me, go elsewhere to run amok!
Are my growls not enough to deter you from my space!?
I'm growing impatient, get away from my place!
Must I stand and scream at you to get you to go away!?
Get the message I don't want you here, or you will pay!
Stop shining that light in my face!
That's it--I'll give you a chase!
Run away you little idiot! I don't care what you do!
Or how fast you run, I'll still catch you!
I've got you, I've struck you down!
Is this what you wanted, how you want to be found!?
Die now, no more will I let you be disturbing!
With your little flashlight and gun, your foosteps near
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?
Darkness and LightDarkness and Light6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That which divides these two is rarely thought of.
It is known as twilight and all who follow this path are doomed.
While evil may kill without cause and righteousness flounders in hypocrisy.
We of the line can see.
We understand why the killer will take a life and we understand why others must catch him.
Twilight is forever torn between the two.
Neither yet both at the same time.
We are dark enough to see how the blade cuts flesh and yet tears will be shed over the loss.
We understand why dark slaughters and light crusades.
The line is ever moving, forever bending.
The grey is what we seek, although we see others we are blind to ourselves..
Darkness will never die and light will never bend, but as long as they exist twilight will be torn.
Our eyes watch in despair as the tricksters of wrong and the blind of light battle for dominance.
Forever watching, forever hurting.
We are the way of twilight.
The third path leaves scar deeper then a killers blade or a heros words.
This One Is About You.Hey,This One Is About You.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you.
that's all it would take.
Unburial songOld songsUnburial song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a new tune
and I keep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me.
And I begin again.
Try not to sin again.
to a new moon
I go deep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me
late ego trip
We can't live forever,
so let's sin it up together:
:you overwhelm me:
Yours never wasYours4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never will be
what the fuck was i thinking.
stop the clocka sea of houses comes rolling instop the clock5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusty roofs bending
shingles popping like fireworks
(expressing their independence, they die)
while you and I
(nothing more than genetic flotsam, now)
turn our eyes from a shattered-glass snowfall
and dream of the winters of our youth
this will be the end of days
this will be clouds folding into the earth
thunderstorms growling from foxholes
rain tumbling from rivers
as a clumsy conflagration stumbles into our skin
stealing our silhouettes
painting our ghosts on walls
(oh, had only we learned such passive resistance)
as you and I
(only numbers and figures, we know)
truly wear our hearts on our sleeves
when the world turns inside out
when sandcastles swirl into mountains
only to melt and flatten
until the rock has no wrinkles
when flowers shrink into their stems
like amateur stop-animation
when grass stalks and grandchildren
twist ever upward into smoke
and I no longer have any metaphors
for what the world made me love about yo
CytosaurName: Cytosaur (Unit009, AMMO Base 009, Cyborg009, S-9, Subject 009, Bachosaurus)Cytosaur5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Species: Cyborg Phytosaur
Alignment: Lawful Heroic
AMMO Rating: Potential rating of 7 Threat level of 2
Height: 58 meters(horizontal stance) 85 meters(Upright stance)
Length: 120 meters
Mass: 99,999 tons
Cell Lizard- The octagon shaped scales on the kaiju's sides give him his name, they also give Cytosaur his infamous defense. Infused with a rare form of compound metal named 'Octocytanuim', the interlocking scales might only be on his sides, but the rest of his hide is no less armored. Even the phytosaur's underbelly is covered in small pebble shaped scales that act as chainmail. There is not spot on the massive reptile that is not covered in some form of plated armor. Before he became a cyborg, Cytosaur was a living tank that took on other heavily armored reptiles and won. With his natural shield reinforced acros
FoE: No Hope Bolek the Blaze looked across a white horizon interrupted only rarely by the occasional pine tree. The snow was easing up now, but still Bolek could recognise the unmistakeable scent of death in the air. The Northmen were coming, Jan Stal had said, and it was best to leave. Bolek liked the little thinskin mayor. He was good company and had the best liqueur. But Bolek would not leave. Though the Great Maw did not whisper to him as loudly these days, its voice was clear on this one thing Estfelberg must not fall. And anyway, Bolek thought, where would he go? No, he would stay and Berta the Great Cannon he tore from the battlements in Praag would stay with him.FoE: No Hope4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Instinctively, he felt for the colossal shape at his back. It spoke volumes as to his relationship to the cannon that he no longer considered it separate from himself. In his mind, Berta was as much a part of him as his stomach, an awesome, inseparable, unstoppable thing.
Return To Senderyou were neverReturn To Sender4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to hold my
TravelerYou're lying,Traveler4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're not in
in my heart.
Rhetorical SarcasmDon't you justRhetorical Sarcasm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This