December 2011
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something I started today
He had heard of all his friends talking, there was a large buzz around the town. Something big was happening. The other night down at the corner shop, he had overheard Old Man Gillman talking to Mrs. Tohdstuf. From the small bit he caught, Gillman had seen a large crowd around the city hall. Alfred didn’t know what exactly that meant, but he himself had seen lots of foot traffic headed towards the...
October 2011
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Color Wheel
What is the color of death?
Do you hear the wind cry?
What is the color of death?
Is it the black veil of the mourning mother?
Is it the flossy white dress of the newly wed?
Is it the color of your blood?
As it flows from your veins and down the drain.
Does it smell like pollenation?
Does it smell like rancid unrination?
The stench of smoldering ash
The decaying trees and life long...
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poetry
xxixiimxmvi:
To evoke ones muse
is to use all one can do.
Some believe it childish,
to call upon something outside of us.
People say the world is changing,
I’d have to disagree.
The world will always be the same,
it is we who have changed.
Rearranged, becoming something quite estrange.
No longer in tuned with reality,
we take things only at face value.
We’ve lost the arts-
all of...
September 2011
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CONFUSION
I’m led down this path
Twisting and turning
Leading me to places I never knew existed.
Trapped in this web of confusion,
I’m lead to believe it’s nothing more than a contusion.
A minor speed bump,
Something that happens-
We all face it, just a minor hump.
Led me down your path of sincerity,
Only to see it’s a cage of disparity.
Bound by this confusion,
Now I am loose and set free
From these...
August 2011
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Stygian Depths: Part Six
Walking out of the building, I was still confused; But a transfer completed none the less. Now I was only left wondering where this path away from Frank would lead me.
Amanojaku
That sounded way too Asian for me. Where the hell was he coming from any way? Any demon I had seen down here so far were all large, European looking archtypes. Long horns, red skin and tiny wings. I think the...
Close To A World Below: Part Five
Once inside the Ordo Classifarium, I instantly became lost. Long, winding tunnels, dripping walls of sulphuric water, floors oozing out putried bile. Every step I took made a choir of the damned wail in agonizing terror. I knew just as well as I was going as I did the inner workings of a nuclear powered rocket.
Complete cluelessness
Having traveled what I figured were endless circles, I finally...
July 2011
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Breaking the Law: Part Four
After leaving the party in a rush, I tried to make it back to my site of the land. I was just so shaken up from all the nights fun activities. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to take up that invite. What was I thinking? Demons and humans don’t mix. They are the top dogs and we are the scum off their feet.
I mean, watching lords of legions of hell is fun and all. Having the very...
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Syv Hymne Til Ulven i Manden
I
Tracking through the woods,
Searching for prey
The wolf seeks fulfillment
II
Lonely the wolf sits,
Bidding his time.
Moving only when fortune favors.
III
In the clearing the sheep tend the pasture
The wolf waits,
Never to be called by a master.
IV
In crimson red snow,
A yearling wolf breathes its last breath.
Taking a chance but losing life’s grasp.
V
Dark night skies outline a crouching...
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Good, we were.
Evil, we now are.
Fallen from grace, casted from the heights.
Stripped of our titles, robbed of our rights.
Falling, ever falling.
Bastard children to a bastard father.
Now the keeper of souls,
too wretched to make their life whole.
Aeons we reigned,
and Aeons more we shall.
Our power is many,
For We Are Legion.
Morbid fixation
Dreaming of the dead.
Their blank eyes staring back at me, nailing into my head.
Strange wonders, makes people wonder?
Is this kid alright, was he dropped and lost his head?
The dead have more fun, laying in their caskets; not having to deal with man and his taxes.
Maybe the living should take a cue from those who were once here before, place the gun in your mouth and...
Stuck in this position,
familiar repeats.
Is this what I want it to be?
Haven’t they learned.
To have your sanity,
you most give in to the insanity
I am the man in the corner.
I am the ghost that haunts your sleep.
I am there even when you do not see.
Drawn from deep depths.
Drawn from what you keep secret.
I am your pain,
Your greatest rise to fame.
Kissing your neck,
Whispering your name.
I shall be there,
when there is no more to gain.
Come to me,
embrace the gifts I bring.
Let me trap you,
bring to life your worse...
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The Doctor Is In
Arranged around a yet to be filled operation table, three doctors conference in a low murmur.
“Do you think that he will be able to do it?” said the first
“Of course he can, he is the only specialist we have on this. If he can’t do it, I’m not sure who else could.” defended the second
“I know, but have you seen his ratio of success to fails?”...
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We don't serve your kind: Part Three
Upon entering into Frank’s humble demon abode, I was greeted with the most repulsive of sights. On the table in front of me was the charred body of a impaled Imp. A spear had been shoved in from the back of its neck, pinning it on its knees to the table. The mouth was agape, tongue flopped out and the senses still somewhat kicking.
The body would twitch and breathe erratically while the...
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Welcome to Hell: Part Two
Last night was, an experience to say the least.
I arrived to Franks house a little past the time he told me to be there. No one likes to arrive way ahead of schedule, and plus I didn’t want these demon guys to think I was a nerd or anything. I wanna make a good name for myself down here, you know? But it wasn’t all entirely on purpose either.
While I was making my way towards...
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June 2011
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A Day In the Life of A Of...: Part One
It’s been about forty five days since I first arrived here. It’s not bad. Definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. Sure, the temperature gets to me sometimes; but I could always be lower.
Life here is the same thing every day.
Wake up, go stand in a line. Drink coffee that taste like shit. Go stand in another line.
The very first day you are down here, they try to slowly...
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Shipwreck
Out on the seas.
setting up my sails
for new lands and dreams.
Churning storms of brewing depression,
bore down and ruined my expressions.
Floating adrift,
my foundation now mere myth.
Clinging to remains,
I hope and pray.
Oi!
Land, behold
before me.
Stepping on land,
meet with trees and sand.
Land seems strange,
something beyond mundane.
Forest of wonder,
lead my path not...
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Beautiful Death (WIP)
This day started off like any other for Carrie. She rose from her bed in the morning, shuffled across her floors to the kitchen, mingled around the coffee maker as it brewed; and ended her mourning routine with a fair amount of time in the bathroom, preparing herself for the long day ahead of her.
What took the most time for our Carrie was the issue of her hair. Styled after such long gone...
What I saw today made me feel okay.
Slumped in a rut, You looked to me.
How, I feel loved.
Entrusting in me, feelings killing you.
What more wonderful a sight, than to relinquish ones fright.
Don’t fret your past, fear it shall make me gasp.
Shells of mortality, sins by ones rationality.
I don’t give a fuck, I just want you here.
So we can be happy, and drink some beer.
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To Future, Nameless Companion
I am writing this “guideline” as my 18 year old self. I’ve come to see there are standards I would hope to find in a someone, in order to feel a proper satisfaction.
So…this is that list.
First and Formost: Intellectual connection. You must be a person where there are no one sided conversations. I talk to myself all day, I don’t need a mannequin to have a...
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Shadowy Past
On this bright morning day, a figure approached a solid wooden door. The ornate design of the door impressed the man, leading him to look in glore.
“Must be a homeowner of vast prominence” the shadowed figure mumbled.
Unwelcomed and uninvited, the man struck with force against the luxurious door. One swift kick, open wide swung the door.
Past that barrier, before him sat a house of...
Struggle
Conflict has been a beast of burden since the rise of the first sunset. Well, thats what our history books have learned to us.
As true a statement that is, the urge to kill is something that doesn’t seem as instinctive as one would think.
From personal past, I’ve been raised on the pillars of leadership and combat. Of those two lessons, only leadership sticks to my shell of a...
Rejuvenation
What does it mean?
To me, it is getting away from everything that has become the norm. I’ve separated myself from habits and actions that had become standard.
Thrust into entirely new enivorments, left to figure them on ones own time. Surronded by the reality whichi I wish upon myself. Its a glimpse through the key hole, past the room, out the window and into my future.
Set on this...
Homage to my Notebook
The night I was given this book, my life forever changed.
I came out a dark tunnel, my eyes came to see the light amongst the trees.
No longer did I walk around with my gaze in the drain, ensnared by the dance of a fools shadow.
I witnessed within myself the magic of the cycle. Going from one reality to another, it became apparent to me life is full of symbols and trouble.
Meaning is all...
May 2011
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ISHTARR
Rage. Non-sensible urge to kill. Violence is all my mind feels. My eyes must deceive me. Told my flesh has rot and my body gone half forth to return to the embracing arms of mother earth. Mind bored through, worms nesting behind my nose. My innards growl, rabid for the taste of pulsing life.
Summoned on most wicked of nights. Full solar moon, spirits high; energy flowing from...
So now that Goldstien is dead, Who do we look to fear?
He was “dead for a week, It was held back, Evidence seems.
Already dumped in the ocean, to deter malicious emotions.
Why wouldn’t they lie? It’s all done to keep us in line.
We’ve birthed this tape worm, Eating us from within.
Funded their creation, now they are leading us to our destruction.
Just keep this in...
The Call of the Woods
The whisper of nature,
flowing through these leaves.
It speaks to me in ways,
that you cannot explain.
Primal urges to return,
Unexplained, unheard.
Into the earth,
My body shall plunge.
One with the animals,
One with the cycle.
Regurgitated, recycled, and refleshed.
My soul becomes immortal.
Listen carefully,
And you shall hear my song-
Dance among the leaves
and the fall
“Our expectations are often leaving reality in a superseded, falsely constructed...”
– Caleb
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This is the first time I have been on a computer in two days.
The other day my father and i left to come up north to start selling flags on the side of the road. It’s Memorial Day weekend and everyone up here has a boat they are going to be christening, showing off to the other rich mother fuckers.
Anyways, we are going to be setting up on two different locations about 5 mins apart.
...
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My heart is black.
Devoid of feeling and life.
My soul is twisted.
Dark and morbid.
Search for solace.
And you will find horror.
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The very first story I ever wrote, all the way...
It all happened on the night of July 12th, 1984. A couple of pals and I were just cruising around town in my dads Trans Am and drinking some beer when we hit that thing. Earl screamed “Holy hell!!! What was that?!?!” right into my ear, which then caused me the swerve and slam into the tree. We all got out as quick as we could. We probably looked liked clowns coming out of a little car. The...
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Starless
(As much as I think I am going to do for this. I don’t do meth so I can’t really go in detail without sounding like a n00b lol.)
Starless. The nights sky blacked out like the veil of funeral mourners. I remember sitting in the cold, cramped confides of our trench. For miles across the blasted French country side, our trenches stretched. The German high command made it very adamant to...
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I watched a spider crawl across the wall today.
It was the most amazing thing I had seen all day.
He left me with a message.
And what it said,
Was to dream.
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“You can’t understand. How could you?—with solid pavement under your feet,...”
– Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
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I need to learn how to chill the fuck out. I press way to hard sometimes, and then when I don’t get a reaction like I expect, I freak the fuck out.
We are told to seize the day, but then when I go to grab it; the son of a bitch runs away.
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CONTEMPLATIONS ON LIFE
I’m sitting here- Contemplating. Wondering what is this life, and why there is so much irate.
If we only get one chance, why is it I’m the only one giving a rats ass?
I’ve got thoughts- Like, I’ve been there, seen that, done it all before.
Starting to doubt this is what its all about. Its too complicated- to be this complicated.
Bettering me to better you. Better this place and maybe...
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Transforming, Rearranging,
New methods for old meth heads.
Every day,
in and out,
similarity has become standard.
Tossing the mold,
break free from invisible holds.
Finding comfort in what makes
our blood pump,
this path will lead us from
rash decisions to
successful visions.
Old Stream of Thought I did
I’m starting to feel trapped. My
life is closing in around me.
The line thats been my life is about to suddenly end.
Graduation is just aorund the bend and college is
soon to be the only thing in my head.
Do I continue the movement?
Go to school and become the man
I’ve been planning?
I could stop it all now,
quit Materialism and start to live my life
with the minimualism.
...
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Witches Brew
In the back corner of a dimly light bar, three men sat around a large but flimsy card table. With his back to the wall, the largest of the three men sat in a reclined position. His leather tanned skin blended him into the darkened room. Out of his mouth hung a hand-rolled cigar, the ember pulsing with his breath and the wooden mouth piece chewed to pieces. The mans strange fixation on chewing...
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Zzzombiesss
They came to life
at the dead of night.
Rose from their graves
converged to where we stay.
they were~
Robbed of sight
Seeking life
Dead arise
zzzOMBIEsss
Guard yourself,
Accept all help.
The dead are coming,
coming for you.
The dead are coming,
coming for me.
they were~
Robbed of sight
Seeking life
Dead arise
zzzOMBIEsss
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Patrica
Oh my baby,
how she estranges me.
She loved me once,
But scorned me twice.
Oooooooh ~~~~ Patrica!
We met at night,
consummated in Devils sight
Patrica, yeahhhh
She is malicious gal, now
Worms crawling out her eyes
Sending shivers all down my spine.
Oooooooh ~~~~ Patrica!
We met at night,
consummated in Devils sight
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Silent.
I’m setting here in silence.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh… nothing”
Thats how I express my feelings. I am feeling NOTHING.
But the fact of the matter is it’s a total lie.
I feel everything.
I feel happy, but then I remember what happy feels like.
I experience love, or more so the lack there of.
I feel isolated, amputated and burnt at...
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Silence is Deafening
(This story here has the biggest personal connection to me, out of everything I have written.)
Within the setting suns glow, a small orange ember could be seen flickering in the open desert plain. Around the small campfire sat three able bodied men; a fourth laid stretched out behind the others, his head resting atop a rolled sleeping pad. The oldest of the three sitting men was the doctor. His...
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Paegan Love Song
What the fuck. If I was ever alive, well its hard to say. I’ve traveled the expanses of the world.I am the dust on my shoes,the shine within Heilos eye.I am all that comes before me,Only because I am me. Images of gore and horror,Cherishing all those that we care,Pray to our saviors,Our prepare for the return of those we do not with to return. Agents of the saviors,Surrogates of the sinners....