du member anna_grin

the basic principle: you write about the member who won the last competition to write about the member who won the last xompetition. its simple. if you win you become the subject. its like a poetic human centipede. the last winner was semaj, i was awarded the trophy, the topic is now anna. who knows the chain may end here. there has been a waning of intrest.

surprise me.

The farthest thing from
Worth less than worthlessness
And a person spitting poetic justice
Onto every foolish culprit
Who could not even write a letter
To let her go

She is the thirty-first in line for the throne
And she eradicates those who can not come home
And pay homage with a poem
Full of lust and anger and fear
Until finally there is no one here
But her and her subjects
Bowing to a poetic fear
Of one they thought was innocent
But happens to be an elegant seer

This is gonna be good!...... **sits back with popcorn to watch the show**

i heart anna !



im in love with the vaginal version of me
might seem
narcissistic
but this bitch got a sick dick
you should see her tits
do kick flips
she got some wrist tricks
that make my bitch
break the dishes,just flip
and ditch the relationship
if i lived in the britt
i would kick
quit my shit
spend all my time giving her that daddy dick
even her email addy sick
she a choke on steak
and  they gimme a tooth pick
glad i got some meat for the next day
if she really had balls
id prolly be gay
but this vag
makes me not mad
and thats
a universal anomoly
in itself
when she smiled
i shit myself
then she cleaned it up
i was dyin of shame
until i got my dick sucked
life was rough
until she thumbed up
my scruff
started talking tough
like we don't even know each other during a bust
if you just shussh
after ill give you cut

Ms. Grin

She eats so called poets for breakfast
try and touch her you'll pull back a bloody stub
the woman's silhouette shows her
with a screwdriver to the head
though she's not suicidal
quicker than you can blink
she'll use it on you
gouging out your eyes
force feeding them to you
still warm on a plate
next cutting off your balls
sporting them as earrings
walking down the street
got all the mad dogs staring
she's got deadly flow
respect is due
so here's to you Ms. Grin
with your razorblade tongue and wicked smile

For Anna

Anna the beauty of a name
an echo of Grace
the name is a memory of mine
someone who left without a trace
a long time ago

I find you here
in this world of echoes, here
underground, poets domain,
mostly in darkness, at times
with shimmery light,
almost truth with little lies

you are a beauty, shared in words
sharp, merciless cutting to the bone
drawing tears to tired, sensitive hearts
who take them for slander, dislike

there are kindred souls here
who reach out and touch
the words of truth behind
profanities, maybe curse words

but Anna remains, Anna ..You
a name echoing in hearts
who love you true.

Digital Carrion
my ode to Anna

don't be fooled;
those vulgar lips
in actuality mask
her carnivorous beak
veiling a forked tongue
from casually
chewing razorblades
just for fun

a pair of clawed fists
twitch, equipped with
barbed talons
sharp enough to
redecorate your insides;
innermost desires
eviscerated-
having no place to hide

harkener of the new age
begetting beginnings for the end
picking clean the cliches
suckling the savory marrow
and more than willing
to play villain or heroin(e)

don't be deceived
she'd eat her own kin
the Binary Scavenger
our gluttonous Anna_Grin

o poets how you have defiled me!

and I wonder what steals the air from your life lung, leaves that aching vacuum, a need to put your blue lips to the screen and suck the clean oxygen in

The first cut is the cheapest


Anna sinned then Anna grinned
called herself
all manner of unspeakable things
behind her own back

Anna-piranha-bo-bana-banana-split

pumped up to the hilt
with processed numb, charmed from some doctor
cos shit gets real
when the pills run out
won't be long til she's scratching
don't you dare fucking save me
into the headboard
because the girl's not for saving
and only a fool
would think there's even a need

Anna, Anna, who da fuck is Anna
  chances are, like most  
  whoever you want her to be

  til you really read her lines

  typed unto screen
  then garnished with bits of insides
  and slivers of fresh flesh
  to feed our mind

  could be
  a pin cushion, a wreck, a rock
  or a two bit slapper
  screaming out for some cock to fuck her bloodied
  then leave her soiled and sullied
  banging her fists against a crumbling wall

when all is said and done, and the sun rises then falls again, she's one of us, all seals swimming around an ice capped ocean looking for a hole in the hardness that'll let through some oxygen
       
     
 

 

WILD EYED WITCH

Goober was a hick from the sticks
Who had the hot’s for a psycho chick

He figured Anna Grin would be an easy lay
So when he saw her he decided to make his play

“Hey Annie, wanna get freaky?”
“Sure,” Anna replied, “but only if it’s kinky”

“Let’s do it in the cemetery among the dead”
“There I’ll show you how witches give spooky head”

“Okay,” Goober enthusiastically agreed
Thinking, “this crazy bitch is exactly what I need”

So at Midnight they made their rendezvous  
Into the dark cemetery to get on their groove

Poor Goober, if he had only known
By morning Anna would be walking out all alone

Pausing briefly at the gate to wipe blood from her smirk
Anna laughed and said, “What a dumbass jerk!”

She had buried him double decker
Above a guy with a petrified pecker

So delighted in what she had done
This girl found murder to be so much fun

So beware my brothers of this demented witch
That you might fall victim to her evil tricks

Cause Goober is not the only horn dog done-in
By a psycho bitch named ‘Anna Grin’

i am laughing so hard @snugglebuck its fn genius

i promise to have opinions on all of them when this ends its the least i can doyou god dam beautys

 the du's very own 'bloodville huntress'


Churns out range of lethal missiles  
from unpredictable stillairs
this unpacifiable one
an ‘abrupt’ avatar of the ‘difficult’ cult
takes head on blatant
over platitudinizing attitudinal targets,‘all at once’
or even better,‘once for all’
punch typewrites her fatal jigsaw teeth
in abysmal bombarding frequencies
chopping cranky preys in stinky bloodberry gums
chews up their clueless brain-fries, and ‘aaawhhww’ a  burp    
signals a short pause to her brutal hunting spree
resumes afresh feverish pitch more incisive
this assassin bug-ware never taken by pleading antics
splashes boggy puke-pools over cheeky ‘namaste’ mantids
Enter her dragon empire:
wriggling half-deads decay over hollow-heads
boiling down to their actualities, downsizing trivialities

Beyond ferociousness, feel those sanguine eye-seas
thickening thixotropic serenity
in fragrant support of tenderness tendrils
raring in child-heart’s inquisitiveness
of an impeccable artist
each blinks of the ripple
a whirlpool unfathomable
craving sunshine rays
cross-cutting her layers
settles on her unassuming benthic floors
spreads picturesque as priceless ‘breathing’ collectibles
from constant exchanging benevolence
with amazing minds’ and beloveds’ circle

Just enough a word of mouth of her cutthroat calmness
brings lightning glimpse over infesting mindsets
of ‘take it or forget it’ mindless capsule enwrapping enigma
Force-free-fly them in long hallucinostic trips
quite non-billable bitter pill  
towards destination immortal
of acrid spitting wrymoons and acrobatic sunflares
Whatever mission. Her part of job’s not yet over, never ever.

[anna]hilate my fucked up fucking world [sideways]


she wants to be the centre of our universe
not like a spin the bottle big banging cum slut kinda way
more like a Charles Milles Manson
helter skelter [i’ll cut you a cunt]
fucked up angel of death way
kinda


murdering her lovers in their sleep
hack hack hacking
cutting them open
heart attack
using a steak knife with a blunt serrated edge
to cut thru the bone
real
[fucking]
slow
pissing down her bleeding lover’s throat
with gelatine and a gallon of kerosene
to napalm the tinea he contracted
from sucking on quasi-commune toes


fuck him
fuck love
fist fuck her gangrene maggot ridden heart
and all these  s h a t t e r e d  mirrors on the walls
m[size=3]osaic[/size] of a lost girl drawing venn circles over and over
but nothing is intersecting
except the hard edge of growing up
[cutting] thorns
painting love hearts with drip drip dropping rose petals on the bathroom floor


her[size=4]t hart[/size]



Written by Alexander Case

case28 said:
[anna]hilate my fucked up fucking world [sideways]


she wants to be the centre of our universe
not like a spin the bottle big banging cum slut kinda way
more like a Charles Milles Manson
helter skelter [i’ll cut you a cunt]
fucked up angel of death way
kinda


murdering her lovers in their sleep
hack hack hacking
cutting them open
heart attack
using a steak knife with a blunt serrated edge
to cut thru the bone
real
[fucking]
slow
pissing down her bleeding lover’s throat
with gelatine and a gallon of kerosene
to napalm the tinea he contracted
from sucking on quasi-commune toes


fuck him
fuck love
fist fuck her gangrene maggot ridden heart
and all these  s h a t t e r e d  mirrors on the walls
m[size=3]osaic[/size] of a lost girl drawing venn circles over and over
but nothing is intersecting
except the hard edge of growing up
[cutting] thorns
painting love hearts with drip drip dropping rose petals on the bathroom floor


her[size=4]t hart[/size]



Written by Alexander Case

k case where are the cameras??? ...if you get me paranoid you got me right...

pathos: oh stop it you... flattered, but that gets you nowhere with me.

ml:

jr: i basically wanna swallow the spurt of your words ... it's licking my a-hole, it's got adrenaline and i like it. like a hard fuck, and it makes me want a hard fuck...

crim: well a screwdriver could do the job i spose... still too complimentary for my taste but want to take a moment to appreciate the bloody imagery and the tribal war feeling i love

grace: naw no YOU are a beauty!! yeah yeah i love you too bby. you make me smile

miss g: DAMN GOOD POETRY MISS. i mean like the words and that. whadyacalliyt allliteration. that.  sexy rhyme and yeah, its the way i play it. i can get that way

craicdealer: [sing like nirvana] just because im paranoid... don't mean you didn't google me...
great insight into the human ness of all things brother craic, indeed yea we are all just trying to catch a breath a break a bump so when at the end of the day now, and so as it was....

and now the first couple entries are down and we're toning down the hyperbole a lil notch cos thats how it works

snugglebuck: oops guess not

uma: i seriously love you rn girl and its like you read my mind and you thought it was a bestseller at the least... this kind of flattery... it could get me through a day just having that to read some time

case,case. have to consider carefully my motives for loving the fuck outta this. it's the ugliness, the physicality of disease you give it- me - and the phrases you could have torn from my dreams in some metareality plane of existence, might just be a trick of the tongue. it makes me feel like i have to tread careful.... and i love it

so now the honourable mentions, still havent decided a winner

miles ahead best technically, ghoulie

most revisions that changed the entire ju nuh say quah of the thing for the most part for the better and it ended up less patronising and more keep goin girl! were none of us much better: craicdealer

laugh a line HILARIOUS COMEDY AWARD: snuggie

best trippy dreamstate poem that looks like a room in my head of which how many walls there are, we can neverknow...: uma

the retarded bf award: jonrot ofc
...he never calls me beautiful anymore...


at the end of all that idfk how long, really thought about it, dont look that way but ths cos im returded ... i can't not give it to case... recency effect be fucked and those fancy fonts artisticly imbibing- no, imbuing, some serial killer  note to the press thrill to the whole act.

motivation to give a fuck about your replies to this thread not available consistently or at short notice. weekdays, weekends and the sabbath are best circumvented. oh im kidding i love yous babies.... keep feeding my ego it might bite...

so Alexander, i know you can threaten up a good party for your turn... let the centipede... extend...