Questions of sanity..

No more takers?! I know there's more nuttier than squirrel turds of poets out there!!

Bastard Bluebottles  not entirely keeping with the prompt, hope you don't mind the slight shift to the left  


and I know them bastard bluebottles
are getting ready to attack
I've heard them
buzzing to each other
'bout crawling up my nose in my ears and mouth

Haha!

I've a trick or two up my sleeve
they'll not take me so easily
and if they do manage to get past
the army of spiders sworn to protect me
they'll have a hard time surviving
the two tins of fly-spray
I'll be inhaling

if I could just find that portal
the mirror said was behind me
I'd be gone far from here anyway
to wherever it takes me

not sure  
I fully trust that mirror though
it's lied to me so many times before
like the time it said I could leave
and no one would hurt me

bastard mirror

bastard bluebottles

bastard spiders will probably attack
soon as they get the bluebottles out of the way
that won't be for a while though
because there's still lots of meat
on the carcass in my bedroom.

DAMN CRAIC!!! I like that.. write on!!

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>
Once everyone else you've wronged, forgives you. I want you to offer then heart felt apologies. Then ues. I will forgive you and remove my rants.

YOU'RE AN INTRICATE BASTARD HOW IN HELL HAVE YOU LASTED SO LONG
AND SO WELL? IM AS SANE AS A DRAIN AND I SMELL JUST THE SAME
I'D INVITE YOU ALONG
TO MY HOUSE WHERE I LIVE BUT I'M SCARED THAT ID GIVE YOU THE WRONG
IDEA MY DEAR, SEE I DONT WANT TO SEE BEHIND CURTAINS SO PURPLE
ASSLICKER SLICK TRICKER CODE SWITCHER / DRONE-BONER SLOW WICKER MAN
IM PRESSED STRESSED HALF DRESSED AT BEST,
THE PERFECT GUEST
OFF THE GRID AND I'M ON
QUESTION ME THEN WHEN I SING YOU A SHORT LITTLE SONG

i thought this was a comp??? anyway


ohio is for lovers

february something
not that the date matters
a bouquet of flowers to block the peep hole
one last vein to poke
a subtle rap at the door
not the obnoxious police like pounding

i hear the release of the deadbolt
yet the chain still attached
the door creases that two to three inches
to peep this late night caller
all i need

i put my size 10
to the opposite side of the hinges
with all 210 lbs of white trash
hopeless romantic behind it

she catches the inner frame directly to the temple
i enter to find her unconscious
for some reason
i'm remembering how we used to play the license plate game
she was always the prettiest when she's sleeping or crying

this gives me a bit of time to pop a 100 milli viagra
snort a couple of roxies
and put a lil twisted sister on
yeh we're not gonna take it!

i pick her up and sling that 110 lbs of delirious weight
across the kitchen table
bending her over the head table place mat
facing the sliding glass doors
where we both can see our already distorted reflections
rip down those skinny jeans
no need to remove underwear
she never wore any
fucking whore

i enter that virgin asshole
and hate fuck her
until the bloody thrashing
has her regaining consciousness
and she can see who's bringing her home
after about 45 minutes or so
i finish
the opiates always make me last longer
after i release those demons i douse her with bleach
and turn that pretty lil head 240 degrees to the left

i told you bitch
break my heart
i'll break your neck

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>


careful----karma is a bitch and i bet she does'nt shave her vagina...

if reincarnation is possible i don't think the grand author will take the time to clean things up..........

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

Acting like a fucking stalker douche bag is no way to get ANYONE to cry over spilled milk, fyi. I'm sorry you're depressed. I am too. Lost my kids. Going through a break up/possible divorce with my soul mate, on top of a totally fucked up childhood. Hell I've even been suicidal. But you don't see me acting like a fucking twat towards undeserving people, so take your cry baby woe is me bullshit else where.

suicide is last wk. homicide is big this summer.

Figuring out how to post????

Simply Psychotic

Twisted thoughts in a broken mind,
Blood running down a damaged leg and its mine,
Here I go again it's gotta be the hundredth time,
The darkest red I've ever seen,
don't look this is beyond obscene,
Who can say what causes me to do this,
Absolutely no reason I'm not even pissed,
Self mutilation makes me feel alive,
At any given time I just want to die,
I've pushed away my parents and friends,
One of these times I'll go a little to far and reach my end,
I think No one will even miss me,
Laying down in the coffin and both parents kiss me,
Goodbye sweet world I can't say I'll miss you,
Even after everything we've been threw,
I'm poison to everyone I meet,
I'm a dead beat nobody why would anybody want me here,
I used to care and people held me dear,
Close to their hearts,
Then I saw ulterior motives and now I have mutilated body parts,
I find the site of my blood erotic,
What can I say I'm Simply Psychotic,
Perhaps one day,
I'll find the one and she will be my reason to stay.


Written by a true Meenjataka

Russian Roulette

Lets play a little game,
Russian Roulette is its name,
But lets change it up just a little bit,
We're not going to use a revolver instead something with a clip,
Its OK I'll go first,
I promise this is not going to hurt,
Just watch what I do and follow,
After we play both of our heads will be hollow,
Trust me people play this all the time,
For people my age its the most common way to die,
So follow me and do as I do,
Just pull it once and its threw,
Lets go have one last smoke,
Why are you laughing this isn't a joke,
Don't cry Everything will be fine,
Arnt we all tired of the same day to day grind,
So lets change things up a bit,
And start some chaos and shit,
Don't worry people will understand,
We can leave a note saying something like they just didn't meet our demand,
So lets do this to cause a change,
Lets play a little game,
Russian Roulette is its name,


Written by a true Meenjataka

Maaaaan I'm in the same boat with you :/ great write though