DU Crazy

Lovely Nights
 
On a lovely night, Sara sits peacefully on the veranda, sewing.
While the white noise from Richards’ TV has never intruded
on her tranquil universe.

Their marriage has always been this way, opposites, separate,
but always in love…. until.
Always watching television
Richard has begun to ignore her completely.
Recently his attentions have gone …..wayward.


Sara puts down her sewing
With a pleasant smile she walks back inside
Richard tries to speak, but no words does he utter.  
His lips sutured, eyes sewed wide, stitched securely into his favorite chair,
comfortably imprisoned for another Lovely Night.

Sirens rebound,
resound,
echo in the emptiness
all around.
Someone whispers,
          "Mortem"
in my ear.
Ambulance rushes by,
woman is bleeding
on the gurney.
She says softly,
          "Dolorem"
Everything is dying,
everybody is lying,
crying,
why do we continue
fighting?
My heart sighs,
           "Deditionem"
Death is beckoning me close
like it has down to others.
Chilled embrace,
skeletal fingers tangled in
my hair.
He pulls me closer with his scythe
and he coos to me,
            "Amplecti"
Amen.

all great work guys

Cannibal;

I am chained to the wall,
Giggling hysterically as the voices scream,
Watching tears mix with blood and fall,
As my mind is tearing apart at the seams.

Metal against hard bricks,
The cold chills my bare skin,
The voices giggle at me, words so sick,
As my insanity indulges in murderous sin.

The man who has chained me has gone away,
And the darkness is crushing and eternal,
The voices in my mind are surely here to stay,
As I daydream of Hell's comforting inferno.

Eventually I shall die,
My body is collapsed from where they ate.
Why am I even bothering to cry?
This was how I was supposed to die, this was my fate.

My bones are poking out from my torn gown,
Yet I am still smiling and giggling as you open the door.
My giggles choke off without a sound,
As you unhook my chains and let me hit the floor.

You cut me open and begin to feast,
And I watch you, still smiling through the tears,
Is it yummy papa? Have I filled the beast?
Yet your hands pick me clean then draw my skeleton near.

You danced with my corpse in the cell,
Gripped the bones and ran your fingers through my hair.
You danced down with me straight into Hell,
Then I tore you open and thought, Finally, your turn to share!

12 more days all great work there :)

Cinny said:Cannibal;

I am chained to the wall,
Giggling hysterically as the voices scream,
Watching tears mix with blood and fall,
As my mind is tearing apart at the seams.

Metal against hard bricks,
The cold chills my bare skin,
The voices giggle at me, words so sick,
As my insanity indulges in murderous sin.

The man who has chained me has gone away,
And the darkness is crushing and eternal,
The voices in my mind are surely here to stay,
As I daydream of Hell's comforting inferno.

Eventually I shall die,
My body is collapsed from where they ate.
Why am I even bothering to cry?
This was how I was supposed to die, this was my fate.

My bones are poking out from my torn gown,
Yet I am still smiling and giggling as you open the door.
My giggles choke off without a sound,
As you unhook my chains and let me hit the floor.

You cut me open and begin to feast,
And I watch you, still smiling through the tears,
Is it yummy papa? Have I filled the beast?
Yet your hands pick me clean then draw my skeleton near.

You danced with my corpse in the cell,
Gripped the bones and ran your fingers through my hair.
You danced down with me straight into Hell,
Then I tore you open and thought, Finally, your turn to share!

love it :)

I see, so you think I’m crazy,
Well that I will never see.
In my head I’m as sane as you,
But being like you is not how I want to be.
By your reasoning I’m as odd as they come,
But maybe my mind is just simply free.
Who’s to say the ones deciding aren’t the crazy,
Who’s to say my craziness is not the best thing for me.

a poem for the new guy (a total fucking masterpiece)

as we begin allow
the darkness within to greet all my oppisitions
hello and welcome
you bastards
you fagots
you worthless fucking children
you tainters to earth
oh you worthless sons and daughters
if i see you
i shalt commit murder
blood rains upon poets walls
i pray rot to befall your fingers
so you may be greeted with shock
that i may stand on the highest mountain
with my laptop in hand scrfeaming out
i am the greatest poet
just look at my titles fagots
and if i plague of rot upon your fingers
is to much for the gods to grant
then you bastards i shalt wish upon the worst
upon the worstof all fucking curses
a cursed so hated by all
a curse so hated by poets
that the fear to even mention its name
i shalt wish upon you
WRITERS BLOCK
then all shall no me
as DU crazy

it is a joke everybody (look past the typos aswell) and i do not wish writers block upon any lol

TLIFD said:a poem for the new guy (a total fucking masterpiece)

as we begin allow
the darkness within to greet all my oppisitions
hello and welcome
you bastards
you fagots
you worthless fucking children
you tainters to earth
oh you worthless sons and daughters
if i see you
i shalt commit murder
blood rains upon poets walls
i pray rot to befall your fingers
so you may be greeted with shock
that i may stand on the highest mountain
with my laptop in hand scrfeaming out
i am the greatest poet
just look at my titles fagots
and if i plague of rot upon your fingers
is to much for the gods to grant
then you bastards i shalt wish upon the worst
upon the worstof all fucking curses
a cursed so hated by all
a curse so hated by poets
that the fear to even mention its name
i shalt wish upon you
WRITERS BLOCK
then all shall no me
as DU crazy

I love this lol!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hate love jealousy greed
In every life each has seen
Hate shows up where love cannot
Greed takes everything, all else can rott
Love and jealousy together tie the knot
For love with out jealousy cannot be pure
Nor with greed or hate can love insure
Greed and hate and jealousy are never much fun
But in life love needs two, never works with just one

The Ying & Yang
Two half’s to every story.
Love and Hate.
Peace and War,
Heaven and Hell,
Life and Death,
Good and Evil.
By
Eamon John Healy
The Warrior Poet
In
Oxford City,
In
England.

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of worth that matters not

I believe in making sacrifices for personal gain
Like running out late at night for a fix
The price is a bit higher than it was last week
It's cool.

It's not like I can think clearly enough to do the math
As I'm handing over those crumpled bills
I cut someone off in my rush to get home
Good thing.

No police were there I forgot to bring my license
Back at my apartment, I waste no time
The sign on the door is a deep red colour now
It still reads 'rent overdue' just like always
Whatever.

I hustle to my room with the goods
I don't know why I still lock the door behind me
Janine stormed out months ago
No Matter. Probably for the best.

I take my treaure out of the bag
My armpit passes dangerously close to my nose
I stink of urine and sweat
Or maybe they call it anticipation..
Who gives?

I take the stuff in my hand
But I'm shaking
And it falls to the floor
It takes a minute to recover from the panic
But at least I got more than one
Going down it soothes, burning ever so slightly
And feeling like nothing else on Earth
After a few hours I run out
And remember again why I choose to live my life this way
It's all for you
Dr. Pepper you so crazy

A Killer No Way      
 

So as I sat
I had to convince
I didn't like to admit
nothing made sense .

I did as I should
I  wouldn't of lied
a lid shut my book
and I don't know why .

Correspondence
and intelligence
despondence
through ignorance
I never expected
nor ever wanted this
let alone rejected
then in lonliness
my sanity ejected
out into the great abyss ,
our love then neglected
my name disrespected
all blame concentrated  
ashamed and ill fated
on I who here waited
not knowing and slated
my effigy glowing
on coals open grated ,
proportions out blowing
contortionist showing
impossible movements
of know way of knowing .

Then after this
I found that you missed
the reality of me
that is I you did kiss .

Murderers are evil  
killing is dispicable
please don't think
of this I am capable ,
for I am not culpable
nor so horrible
to even think of atrocity
abominible .

Insurance claims
good god thats insane
I loved you to bits
for you had my name
aside all of this
I got on that plane
as you were my bliss
in this world of much pain .

Nonscience

The labcoats prescribed me a plan
To keep away the devil man
The dancing little lunatic who whispers in my ear
An undigested piece of beef Ebenezer suggests
8 hours of sleep and the voices will rest, cease
All the rooms will stop spinning and sidewalks lay flat

The garden gnomes with razor blades and adorable pointy hats
Approach with pitter pat
Of tiny little feet in glossy jackboots
Nazi repetition and crack troops invade my broken, hollow, flat, infested dreams
Crawling with the maggots of delirium

An onslaught of intravenous nutrition
Decision is incision is revision is revulsion of my compulsion
to let the little loony have his way
Why not today?
What do you have planned?
Breakfast?
Lunch, perhaps?
Dinner, you say?

Why thank you so kindly for the advice
But you see I am in love with this other me
This witching hour splice
The mirror has received my love letter written in toothpaste so to clean my dirty mouth
A two-for-one special: I want in and he wants out

Lip-synching my derision
Reflect divinity in glass
Where is your reason that allows all this to pass
for ample parts truth and water?
The necessity of lies?
Who should I believe and why?
And what have they invested?

Inasmuch this wherewithal, does use my pen to scribe
The mantra of my caterwaul
“What do I think and why?”
Oh bother it’s all improper anyway
I think I’ve crossed a line

Lunch, perhaps?
Of course dear boy I’ll bring the duck
You go about your way
The little loon is dressed in skin
But I am just here to play
Nonsense
Non cents
Non scents