The Horror Inside

kriticool said:

@PsychicApocalypse

In the context of what you posted, I'm thinking you meant TANGIBLE

TANGABLE deals with a space shuttle or space station's ability to accommodate and dispense to its crew orange juice-type drinks. Not to be confused with TANGYBULL which has several meanings, one including SPICY BEEF.

that's all, hope it helps...we now return to the Horror Inside



No problem at all dude ... i wrote this on the spot ... during work ... afraid to get caught my supervisor but I just had to enter. jeje. [/b]

I'm alone and don't have the littlest bit of feeling someone is with me. There, do I win?

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Just write a poem and stop showing what a big machorific man you think you are.... if you think you can do better, ... set it off... it´s a competion after all

PsychicApocalypse said: PS:::  rose_lepinski

If this truelly is a competition you should put some rules, because come on ... if you only wanted to publish a piece of yours by saying it´s a competition you´re asking for people to tell you off.

Just giving a little piece of advice.  

In The Home Of The Mountain Queen


I can see you

Ass parked on the sofa
Scarfing down Doritos
Computer in your lap
Chatting in that online sex forum
As usual

Squandering so much of your free time
In idle gossip
Posting photos of cats
Harassing newbies
Brazenly calling your friends,
Cunts
Pausing to lick your artificially cheesed digits

Time better spent practicing your cello
Becoming one with the music
Letting the vibrational energy flow
From your from delicate fingertips
Into those harmonious strings
Consciously savoring the music in sips
Rather than unconsciously gulping
Downloads from I-Tunes
Or slurping up You-Tube streams

You are so much more alive
When playing your instrument
Then this anonymous pseudo existence you perpetuate
Behind a fake name and poorly pixelated avatar
Feigning to be so many things you are not
Miss MountinQueen91

It saddens me
How you will never live up to your potential

And without my guidance
You would remain lost

You don't know who I am
Even though we've met once before
In that very same online forum
Where you referred to me as dickbag
And all your cunt mates lolled hard

You don't see me

Or hear me
As I exit the darkly lit hallway
Approaching rapidly from behind

Deftly conducting a razor knife across your throat
Orchestrating a left to right slashing motion
While pulling on your pretty blonde mane
Letting the arterial spray surge in spurts
Painting the canvass of your laptop's screen
Like a mad demon artist
A virtual Jackson Pollock of Molloch
Until your gurgling palette is emptied

Now, my dear Mountain Queen
Please, indulge me
Take my hand in yours
Put your other hand on my waist
Right there
Like so
And I will show you what it really feels like
To be
Alive

And you and I shall
Dance a dance
In elegant romance
Like the Vietnamese Waltz
Before the flickering hearth warming
These cold stone brick 'n' mortared vaults

Imagining your fingers
Beginning to sing
In keys of G
Strumming catgut string
Auditioning
A splendid solo renditioning of
In The Hall Of The Mountain King

If only you could witness
This new version of you
Unwrapped from the box
Taken down from the shelf
You would be asking,
Who are these strangers
Cutting up the rug
Jitterbugging in my home?

Unfortunately
Not so much for you
More so for me
Your footwork is pathetic
As poetic as my next stalker journal entry
And online challenge competition poem

When playing on the Internets
Perhaps you should
Think twice
Before calling someone you don't know
Dickbag

Next time ...
Be nice!

Uhm, this is one that is too long to post here, because it is an ungodly 1,792 words, hehehe so will send a link, if you feel like reading it or not,,, it is right on either way...  it was actually written for another reason, for something else but what the hell, could be fun... here is link to my page for it...

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/181335-turn-me-on-dead-man/  

The Voice

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/110653.jpg

He's there,
I know he is.
He needs me,  
to show others exists.

He screams inside my head,
over  
and
over.
That Voice so compelling
dark  
sinister.  

A high pitch scream  
rips out of my body,
with agony
I cry for help,
but falls on empty
ears and nobody
hears,
as he takes control,
and I loose myself.

My eyes, they see hell,
I fight,
but I'm chained
in a cell,
faraway in depth of my mind.  

The voice
It told me,
It made me do it.  
I tried,
to fight,
but I yielded.
He knows,
my inner being.
He knows, the rush, I love,
the feeling;  
of blood
on me.

Oh Goddess,
the voice.
That odious sound,
it comes from the depths of my consciousness
inside me.
I swing, I swung,
He fell off the stairs and
hit the ground
unnaturally.


But that wasn't before  
I had my way
Eating the flesh,  
of that fucking priest
that raped a boy.
No one knew,
but I saw it all through my eyes.
I saw the gut-wrenching evil,
This thing, has seen, in it's time,
the suffering,... my cry.

I feel dirty,  
he defiled,
me. I'm no longer clean,
the voice still screams  
and yells at me...
"Do my deed!"
The pain,  
the torture,  
the grief,
my sorrow,
The blood  
on my hands runs all over.
It fills my mind.
The entity, malevolent,
he's mad, because I stopped.
Even yet, still,
he taunts and yells,
"KILL KILL KILL!"

I try,
the hardest,  
but to free my mind,  
I screamed, terrorized
wishing for myself, to just
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"

silence

silence hangs in the air
then break with a scream
hes there
he must be

silence hangs once again
but this time thick with fear
hes near
he can hear your breath

silence hangs like a corpse on the gallows
dripping suspence like blood
the lights are out
you cant see

silence snaps falling with muffled screams
held in, in hopes you wouldnt be found
hes close
you can feel his eyes

silence hangs like a corpse
the lights are out and you cant see
or you couldnt
if you were alive

..I for one had every faith in her, oh ye of little faith  ..and thank  her for the runner up  ..and congratulate Darker half and little Prince  

Thanks Rose!!
I had fun with competish.

Great Jobs CraicDealer and little Prince.
Your entries were an honor to read.

Does not the name of winning entry deserve a mention?