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Earthbound

Impact!  
Pavement cracked
Flightless now,
wings torn to shreds
“Instant Karma”,
Lennon said
But I’m not shining on

Broken halo turned to stone
Lifeless glare and I’m alone
While He sits,
laughing on His throne
The grace of Heaven, gone

An angel,
fallen,
tied in knots
Cast out by Him
and left to rot
For all of time ‘neath granite plot
His symphony plays on

Salt-less tears drift to the ground
I am now lost, though once was found
Stripped of honor,
peace
and crowned
The Queen of Wretched Souls…
Earthbound

BOOK OF LIES, RAPE, MAGIC, AND INCEST

So, you're telling me...
The blood of Christ is wine, and
His body, crackers?

He must've been drunk
And also, very soggy
And you consume him?

You cannibals!
Your soggy, drunk Messiah
Sacrificed himself

It's just beyond me
I suppose, yes, quite strange
Keep your book of lies

Wouldn't wipe my ass
With it, for I fear it might
Offend my asshole

Struck a nerve, did I?
Well, no need to get butt-hurt
Here, have a band-aid

Do you realize
Paganism was bastardized
Into your stories?

Not all of it, but
Most, even your holidays
Were  just plagiarized

oooooooooh anna's comp!!!!!!!!!


In all seriousness...

I should start being serious for a change
it's not everyday that I get the chance to make my mark-
an eruption of countless warts- figuratively of course
they'll remember even if they don't want to,
like the stye that wouldn't die despite surgical excision.

then there's you
who wants to forget me
my girl, who did you fuck last night?
I know we agreed to stop seeing each other
but I would love to hear your stories, inside you.

I'll be gone in a few weeks
all this talk of seriousness has condensed on me
like the cold sores you leave me with
eye sores for coke whores with daddy issues
I'll be your daddy, I'll even be your brother if it gets you wet.

Don't slit my wrists yet
I can still manage a compliment some days
give me a hundred reasons to abandon my ways
and you know I won't do it
you know I won't even try.

I want a good fuck before I go
maybe a cigarette after that
I quit smoking, but I'll bump the easy one without warning
and rum, I won't settle for anything less
I want you to watch as I take shots off your breasts.

Wasted days that count down
quicker than your menstrual cycle
have left me wanting for time
I wouldn't waste any differently,
probably, worse.

Preparation is turning out to be quite a grinding ordeal
late nights, empty pipes, lungs dry and well past ripe
tendons screaming for respite, finger tips peeled
your tongue- lets me know it's time to sleep
If I wasn't serious, I'd be picking up where you left off.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/132059.jpg

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/132059-in-all-seriousness/

SUP 13

kick ass poem
wanna enter my amputees club?

also sir creepy was wonderin when youd find this
thnx to all the entries!!! i will need my 2 1 other judge

this is hard as a hardon and i get girlboner from more than 1 of these so
keep em cummin

Book of Lies

I do not like
Religious scams.
I do not like them, Pagan I am

I do not like
the arguments
I will not live
in discontent
I do not like
bullshit I hear
Christians cry
" the end is near "
I do not like them, Pagan I am

God is an arse
God is a farce
God is a fake
God is a snake
I do not like the arguments
I will not live in discontent
I don't believe religious scams
I don't believe them, Pagan I am

I now end this with a touch of class,
cram your book of lies right up your ass

cmon dup

C REEP me the FUCK OUT

An innocent noose

The moon grew grassy rocks that scribbled lovely lines
that lovers should live their life by
but they fell dead in the shapes of lies beneath the wake  
of some mischievous afterthoughts of a titans tail

Grasping cutting lines of gilded hair
I will drag the tattered corpse of my passion
to the hecklers crowding my empty street
while the jeers muffle the dust
cut away a piece of once warm bosom that held the scent of burning pine
and biting down vain hopes of returning branding tongue-tips inside my cheeks before I spit  

when I turn I wont trip
on the dangled strings of my pupils
my lips will open with snatching twangs of stretched dreams  
I won't cry over tumbled hopes  
but laughing lines of palms will mock me still

those lying grasses died  
and these empty streets hold echoes enough

VIDEO POEM: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/116763-monsters/



invisible poem

 











Written by Alexander Case

anna_grin said:SUP 13

kick ass poem
wanna enter my amputees club?

Really? thank you.
I'm somewhat disappointed with the last line of the poem but I can't think of anything better

Ooh tempted... ahh what the hell sure... I'll just believe i don't have feet... big deal...
btw submission number 2. (also in creepy comp.)

Intermittent....


There's a time and season for every reason
no cookie bakes itself
cherries don't burst on their own
cherries don't burst motherfucker!
a bottle doesn't empty itself to full/fill
breaking clocks is a wonderful way to kill time
ironic glory hole of blood and glass
running out of test tubes, the cunt's too tight
Fuck... reason!
INVEST!

Admiration is the state furthest away from understanding
pawns don't need details
assholes with teeth make shitting meaningful
smashing the cow softens it, ...digest it well
meaning is derived from screening STD g string
of a starry eyed jail-bait that drowns in a sea of seamen
obtuse and absolute are the only submissions
failure to comprehend results in pornography
cuckolds worth....
IMPROVE!

Lexicon laxative
this antipathy won't last
stimulate thinking with cankerous drinking
erect cocks need no season or reason
to drown whores who never show
the tears of heaven that understood
misled admiration and adolescent aberration
that silently candle deplorable fornication
time stays unchanged
counting doesn't prove progress in this game
falling short... half beat hesitation
ITERATE!

How many submissions are allowed. I must say, im rather disappointed in my last two entries.

there were cum-stains on the carpet
blood stains on the bed
and she
well there she was
sleeping
something dripping on her head

home alarm not working
silent as the night
fire, break-ins
hurting
or trying to make it right

but the things we say
by the light of day
don't hold up the same at night
and he stands there watching
she's sleeping
something's not right

blood stains on the bed sheets
cum stains on the walls
he calls it love
or it's a drug
but he can't seem to get enough

so much creepy already...

but I'm sure you can think of something

also there is still 1 judges chair open
Simon cowell said no