Give me your best punch

i LOVE this. this is the kind of thing that i was talking about

mjs211 said:For (and because of) Danielle

I am not perfect,
if tonight speaks truth.
I saw them leave the bar,
four of those cocky bastards.
Pulling their leather jackets tight,
cursing loudly at the cold.
I followed them a block away
watching as they peeled off one by one
'til there was only him left...
The man who ruined my life,
the coward that never knew my face—
well he'll find it tonight
engrained in his memory,
and if I'm lucky
he'll find my knuckles
traced on his face.
I rushed up an alley to cut him off.

Adrenaline washing my elated mind
and heightening my frozen senses,
impervious to the cold
and all I could hear was
"I'm sorry, there's someone else, I'm sorry"
over and over.
As he reached my alley lair,
I stepped out front of him with a savage "Hello."
"Shit—" THUD
was all that escaped his head
as my right knuckles broke his nose.
He staggered back, adding blood
to the salty slush beneath, still on his feet
which (THUD) a left hook to the eye
and (THUD) a knee to the balls
took care of.
I wasn't in the business of keeping shots clean,
I was in the business of causing him pain.
A heel to the gut, that thick thud
and a rush of exhaled air
and I crouched down in front of him.
Pulled his head level with mine,
feral-growled "Now you can have her,"
and threw his head back into the slush.

I am not perfect,
as I found out when I
staggered off smiling.

this is really good... i want more like this one

oooo, guys these are soo good. keep going, its going to be hard to choose

Mutilating the Wicked


You're pumped full of adrenaline and your eyelids are cut off
So you can't shield your eyes or pass out from anything
As I tighten the restraints on your wrists and ankles and head
Forcing you down so only your body is mobile and your face upwards

You lay upon a dissection table scared after the horrors you've witnessed
And you wonder to yourself if you shall meet the same fate as they did
You stare upwards at the mirror that's suspended from the ceiling
You see yourself tied down with this man grabbing a set of knives
And you know that the torture is about to begin, but nothing can prepare you
For the suffering that you are about to endure by my sadistic, vengeful hands

I begin to cut into your skin through your chest and abdomen watching your blood
As it flows out of your more superficial veins within your skin but not your muscles
The pain that you feel now is nothing compared to what you will very soon
Even though you scream in pure agony now as I skin your frontal torso
And your blood flows from your naked torso onto the floor below

So I hook up the IV with blood into your veins in your wrist to keep you alive
And make sure that you don't die too soon from bleeding out on me
I begin to skin parts of your arms and legs as well as your neck exposing the muscle
And I cover each and every fiber of your exposed muscle in a fine layer of powdered glass

I attach a car battery to the steel table that you lay on and electricity runs through you
Your body convulses from the shock and as your muscles move the glass cuts into you
Slicing their way deeper and deeper until they grind against bone as you seizure uncontrollably
Until I finally show you some mercy and detach one side of the clip attached to the battery
Thereby releasing you from the electric shock that had caused you so much agony

You think it may be all over with your muscles ripped and torn, your body almost useless
But you have yet to realize that I am nowhere near done with you yet
I reproduce the same dull scalpel that had skinned you earlier now sharpened with a new blade
That I had placed on it while you were convulsing from your little shock therapy
And I begin to slice through your already torn muscles in your chest and abdomen towards
Your internal organs and thoracic cavity in your chest to torment you with as well

I take my time removing each of your muscles one by one and I inject you with more adrenaline
To make sure you don't pass out before I'm through with you and your punishment
When I finally finish removing your muscles I lap up the excess blood that's still dripping
And eat a piece of your flesh raw tasting it's rawness and bloody saltiness to it
You see up in that mirror that is above you all of this and now are staring at your internal body

You can see all of your internal organs minus your brain inside of you and venerable to destruction
I then cut out your kidneys, bladder, and intestines and begin to empty them out into a bowl
That I put off to the side for the moment filled with your excrement: shit and urine
I then begin to carve into your face towards the muscles surrounding your lower mandible
Making sure that you can't move your jaw at all when I begin to torment your sense of taste

I then take a large pair of pliers and begin to pull out your teeth one by one with no mercy
Pulling each one out through the side instead of straight out ripping your gums out by the teeth
I then grab the bowl that I had filled earlier and emptied some of it's contents into your mouth
You immediately begin to vomit so I loosen the restraint on your head on one side so you can turn it
And vomit out shit, piss, blood, and your last meal without it choking you in your throat and finally
When you are all vomited out I force some of your vomit back into your mouth and make you swallow it

What's left of your functioning muscles begin to quiver with disgust and agony over the painful mouth
As well as the sheer thought that you have just consumed your excrement and puke after vomiting
I then reattach the restraints to full purpose back on your skull and grab a diamond-tipped circular saw
And begin to saw off one of the top vertebrae on your spine and another one near your pelvis
I add even more powdered glass to your existing exposed muscles throughout your entire body

I attach the same clips from the table that had fried you before onto your exposed spinal cord
Your muscles that still have the ability to contract all suddenly contract ripping all of your muscles again
Each little movement you make causes more and more devastation in your body the blood toll immense
So much blood you've shed and at this point you very well may run out of blood, so I attach more IVs
Filled with blood directly to your vital organs so you will live even longer as well as even more adrenaline

With that failing due to your sheer lack of blood and will to survive any longer I know you're close
To dying right there on that table so I begin to get a grip upon your still beating heart in your chest
And I pull it right out of your body holding it over me and catching the dripping blood with my mouth
When it stops dripping I bite into it savoring it's metallic flavor and I gaze upon your now dead corpse
And I grab a sledgehammer knowing there's one last thing I want done to you before I leave

I raise it up over my head and I bring it down hard upon your skull making it shrapnel for a moment
Turning your brain, eyes, and tongue into a mesh of blood and gore that I savor the sight of
To think all you did to deserve all of this is rape a woman whose already in love with another
Already devoted herself to another in engagement and in her anguish and sorrow of trauma she takes
Her own life leaving her lover alone as he once was for so many years before he found her
You had taken her from me so I made you watch me take your very mother and little sister from you

You watched me mutilate them though not as badly as you but raped them in their final moments as well
Your little sister was a virgin as well it seemed but in her final moments I took that from her
All you had to do was keep your dick to yourself but it seems you can't control your own hormones
So now, I've taken every single part of you that's breakable and crushed it beyond repair
Your mental and emotional state before your death was one no psychiatrist or psychologist could repair
And now your physical body is in so many pieces a master puzzle maker couldn't put you back together

Perhaps Lucifer himself will show you pity in Hell while you're there in sorrow of what you've endured
But don't count on a reprieve for very long, for when I myself die and sent to the darkest pits of Hell
I will slice Lucifer to bits if I must to get to you and when I do with all of the worldly limits out of my way
You will know true suffering far beyond what you have endured tonight by a long shot and you'll wish
That Lucifer himself was bringing his full rage upon your very soul with his torment forced onto you
And I will punish you like this in Hell... Forever

You.

When I'm without you,
I find it's a bit harder to breathe.

But it's not too soon,
To fix the way you've made me.

But it's funny because even now,
I feel bad for bleeding on your shirt.

Even as you beat me I somehow,
Just smile at you and ignore the hurt.

You, the man who brought me to my knees,
You, the man I live and bleed for.

You make me feel way too weak,
You make me feel like I'm not worth more.

Gosh, I'm an idiot aren't I?
Why can't I just walk away?

Not sure why I keep trying to deny,
All the bruises you give and cruel words you say.

Maybe it's because I am young,
And very much in love with you.

But now I'm in my closet hung,
For reasons everybody knew.

The belt is oddly comforting,
The leather around my neck feels like your hands.

You, who made me feel like a nothing,
You, you won't get another chance.

My foot slips off the stool,
And I feel the belt jerk me in air.

I was always such a love struck fool,
But now I just have an empty stare.

You, the man who killed me.
You, the man who left me hanging.

You, the man who just wouldn't see,
The type of fire he was fanning.

**Sorry this one is so long...**

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

I hear them shuffling
In the hallway.
Moaning and growling
As they get closer.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

The door is locked
But will not last long.
When they start pounding,
The door will give.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

Heart is pounding,
As they get closer.
I can smell them,
Their horrid stench,
The smell of death.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots
And then I'm all done.

I place the barrel
To my temple.
I close my eyes,
My finger on the trigger.
I will die on MY terms.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
One mere shot,
And I could be all done.

I think of my wife,
My daughter.
How they died,
How horrible it was to watch,
As they were ripped
And torn to pieces.

Three more bullets
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done

I think of my son,
How scared he must be,
Alone, without me.
I pull the gun away,
And stare at the door.

Three more bullets,
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

I decide what to do,
I unlock the door.
I point the gun forward,
And stand there.

Three more bullets,
Left in the gun.
Three more shots,
And then I'm all done.

The first one comes in,
His jaw barely hanging,
His face half gone,
His eyes vacant.
I pull the trigger
And the first shot goes off.

Two more bullets,
Left in the gun.
Two more shots,
And then I'm all done.

The first falls to the floor,
A hole in his forehead.
The second comes in,
Eye socket empty.
It lunges forward,
And I fire again.

One more bullet,
Left in the gun.
One more shot,
And then I'm all done.

The second falls,
Hole for its empty socket.
The third shuffles in,
Larger than the two.
Guts pour from its stomach.
I aim and push the trigger.

No more bullets.
Left in the gun.
All were shot.
Now am I done?

The third falls with a thud,
A fourth and fifth come in.
I charge forward,
Gun held high.
I swing it hard,
Into fourth's temple.

No more bullets
Left in the gun.
All were shot,
But I am not done.

The fourth falls,
As the fifth lunges forward.
He knocks me to the ground,
And grabs my arm.
The fifth sinks his teeth in,
As the fourth stands back up.

No more bullets,
Left in the gun.
All were shot,
But am I done?

I struggle to throw
Fourth and fifth off me.
I think of my son
As I fight hard to survive.
Then I hear the shuffle
Of the others coming.

No more bullets,
Left in the gun.
All were shot,
And now I am done.

They killed me,
Consumed my flesh.
I rise again,
Just like the rest.
I think of my son,
And how good he must taste.

No more bullets,
No more gun.
No more shots,
I will never be done.

[b]Who Cries for Gilgamesh? - Part I

The epic of Gilgamesh, in his own words!

Chapter One: The Sins of Uruk

Lo! Of old, the tales heroic, of heroes and kings,
Did inspire men to glory and dangers unknown…
And so was I, in Uruk, called many grand things,
Though in my heart much discord was ever sown.
Lonely is the mantle of the king; heavy the circlet,
And so comfort I sought in ladies of the evenings.
But on finer hope my heart was always to be set!
Thus even noble daughters and their pretty things,
Could not move my heart, for they were oft petty!
The people of Uruk were oft unkind and unready.
And so, to my sorrow, I lamented my sad crown,
Far better to be a wanderer, or even some clown!
Do not tell me the price of a kingdom is not high...
I have paid in my time, and so this I cannot deny.

Thence, in outcry against the sins of my own land,
I made great the suffering of the people of Uruk…
Until they prayed unto the elder gods of the sand,
To ease their mad suffering wherever it had struck.
Though the madness lay in their sick souls alone…
They blamed their lot on this man of flesh and bone.
And so prayed for my happiness that I might ease,
My anger against them: that they could not appease.
But long were those years, sevenfold if truth is said,
Until the living wished: to dwell amongst the dead…
But none suffered more than I, for my own needs,
Though the sins of Uruk warranted terrible deeds!
Yet nothing too wicked, nor nothing ever too tame,
Just enough to make them accept their true blame.

But even with their corruption and wicked shame…
The prayers of the people of Uruk, to fruition came.
I was out hunting one day in the reeds of the marsh,
When I spied a beautiful lady who there did wash…
In a clear pond pristine from a waterfall thereby fed,
The lady Kida was bathing, whilst the land had bled.
The cliffs around which that pond was to be seen…
Made my presence hidden from Kida’s eyes’ gleam.
Thirsty for love more than water, I ventured near…
And lovely Kida, my hastened presence did so hear.
Wild was she, with black hair long and to her feet…
Her childlike eyes met mine and the gaze was sweet.
We made love in the water, and our sprits did soar,
She would be my queen, even beyond death's shore.

Chapter Two: Gilgamesh and Kida

At last the people of Uruk cheered, at once content,
Their punishment over, their sorrows long ago spent.
Whilst regents ruled the kingdom with peaceful ways,
Kida and I went out to explore the old land for days.
Days became weeks as weeks passed with a glance,
Whilst the love Kida and I shared, grew larger still…
As we hunted the boar and took many a dire chance,
Waiting for the right moment to move in for the kill.
Spears at the ready, knives sharpened to the very tip,
We fought many a foe, many human, upon our trip.
Until at last the gods decided to test our bold desire,
By sending a demon out of Hell’s most terrible fire!
Do not tell me the hero's heart is easily subdued...
By gods or men, whose wills so often are construed.

And so Khumbatha, with his terrible blood-red face,
Did stalk the wilderness and mock even divine grace.
We heard from many who suffered from that fiend…
And so Kida and I were determined to slay him well.
Was this fate: the working of gods that thus deemed,
To test the will of man and woman pitted against Hell?
If so, we determined to answer the proud heroic call,
And we hunted the demon, sworn to cause his fall…
Into a forest of cedar trees, amidst the rugged rocks,
The beast’s lair was in a cavern carved from cracks.
Against the side of a stony ridge, deep and ever hot,
We fought and slew the monster as there we caught!
So little time we were given, though, for celebration,
Before another peril rose up, from out of damnation.

But the gods will test love and bravery as they wish,
And soon a terrible bull was sent from Heaven high.
The creature broke men’s bones like many a dish…
And soon it found us, the divine beast drawing nigh.
First hell-spawn and now this, the gods’ final test…
Which Lady Kida and I were so committed to best.
To my surprise, my beloved threw her spear so far,
That it pierced the bull’s heart like a bursting star…
Thence we returned unto Uruk, our journeying past.
We were to be wed, our happiness to forever last!
But on the night before the most sacred ceremony,
The gods decided to destroy our blessed harmony.
For vengeful and vain can be those proud deities...
When their plans are thwarted, with their dignities.

Chapter Three: The Death of Kida

From Heaven came the goddess Ishtar into flesh…
And in that guise, to the royal palace of Uruk came.
A woman in white, beautiful to behold and so fresh,
Pristine and perfect, her eyes as blue as cold flame.
Her hair golden spun, held back with a silver crown,
She walked delicately in her long, diaphanous gown.
She came upon me in my chambers during the night,
And I was blinded: by her beauty as by any starlight.
She whisked me away to a tent in a desert expanse,
Then she tempted me, with a most seductive dance!
She promised to make me a god with her my bride,
If only I would turn sweet Kida away from my side.
Do not tell me I should have abandoned love thus...
Sometimes, there are finer things than wanton lust.

But for that, I refused my own protecting goddess…
Who had guarded me from dangers, since my birth!
There are things that mean more, and others far less,
But truest love is something beyond all divine worth.
The bull had belonged to Ishtar, I thereafter learned,
Ever since Kida slew it, for revenge Ishtar burned…
And now that I had sent the goddess from my arms,
She plotted her worst against Kida’s simple charms.
I returned to the palace as if naught had so occurred,
The wedding transpired and our love was spurred…
Kida and I went to the wilderness, to make our love,
Never suspecting the wrath of Heaven, high above.
Countless stars spun above and each star radiant...
There was peace in the heavens and the firmament.

“Let us not go hunting tomorrow, my dearest heart!”
Kida said unto me before dawn made evening part…
“For I fear that my death will be the result in the end,
And I would not lose my love, who is also my fiend.”
Though I did not fear the gods as I now rightly do…
And when we went hunting Kida’s words came true.
The demon we had vanquished, Khumbatha, lived…
By the will of Ishtar, who breathed life back: therein.
He found our camp so we fought him just as before,
Kida and I wounded the monster bloody and sore…
But this time its’ blood was made toxic as any snake,
In our victory Kida was poisoned, her life it did take!
I tried to breathe life into my fallen soulmate's lungs,
But it was too late, and I felt a heartache that stung.[b]

I know that was not my newest poem, rather one of my older ones. But it was one of the best poems I think I have ever written so I wanted to share it regardless.

Plus, it does pack one heck of a classical-style punch! Lol

AFRICAN DREAM(JAITO and The lamb  is  for  dinner)

TLFID:
welcome to that African dream
not a child starving
yeah that's what you wanted to hear
but the African dream is far from being accomplished
all i see is prostitutes in the streets
shake shake
if you want to eat
what is the African dream
Damn it how can i ask something
that has no answer
but hey just look further
maybe you'll see some hope
you don't need to sell dope to your brother
crack cocaine doing wondering is their a brighter day
no man digs that scratch what i said
on of these days the African dream will be here to stay
for that i can only wait

MR POLiTICAN MR POLiTICAN
CANT YOU HEAR THEM CRYING
GIVE THE DAWG A BONE
PLEASE LET THEM EAT SOMETHING
...MR POLiRiCAN

JAITO;African dream
hungry politicians down the streets
gangsters everywhere aimed to kill
everyone is dangerous including the police
violence and trouble is the only peace
but i come with my magical flow and speech
to reverse all that hasn't been achieved
call me the BLOOD fucking African dream
raising my volume for everyone to see
educate on this moment i hit and speak
im the African Shakespeare but i got
motivation and greed
im tired of my pLANET getting miserable and sick

MR POLITICAN
CAN YOU HEAR THE SCREAMS
MR POLITICAN
HOW CAN THIS BE
YOU EATING BUT YOU PEOPLE BE HUNGRY

JAITO;i come with this flow as a leader
i cannot watch evil dominating in autumn in spring ha
Im not a millionaire but my contribution will be bigger
help my Continent by being a thinker
stay out of my way hater don't mess with this killer
before i die ill do it like Hitler
in a positive way without any hinder
TLIFD is with me so im a lyrical master
with a clean flow to purify and filter

MR POLITICAN
HERE BEGINS
MR POLITICIAN
THE AFRICAN DREAM REVOLUTION
KEEP AN EYE OUT
WATCH FOR THIS

alright, so far the one by bastardofbordom666 is winning with flightlessangel97's long one comming up for second. just letting you know. those are what i am looking for

Love in a nutshell

Love in a nutshell
It's always secluded,
Only one or sometimes two are included.
Then on the rare occasion there's three,
But one unaware
And sometimes there's tribes, and cults and litters.
But in a nutshell, what protects it
Is the bond that more so two of them share
That shell, that secludes them
Includes them,
Eludes them
Slowly turns them insane,
Reliant, possessive.
Whilst making them wise,
Happy and contagious.
If you are a nut,
In a shell
Well congratualations,
If your a nut,
Without a shell,
Well hello there to you :)

Torn appart (collaboration with skinnyjean)
Collaboration with me i_like_blue_eyes and skinnyjean
 
Torn appart:

Blinded by a moment
Shattered by a dream
Taken appart endless
Tethered at the seams
Graced upon with grazes
Terrified and weak
Compare them to the flawless
Subtle and unique
Breathe it in
Till the lung
Tissues scarred
Hyperventilating
Trying too hard
Tell me that I'm broken
How nice of you to notice
I already knew that.
 
But thank you for the insight....

How do you...
How did you
Do what you did
Place my heart in your hands
Let go of your grasp
And let it fall to the floor
How do you
Do what you do
Without me in your plans
Without the one you needed
But failed to be-friend
Where did you go
When you should've been here all along
Gone from my dreams
And still in my arms
Why did you leave
When it was me that you wanted
You don't need what I got
You don't love me no more