Anything gore!

thank you for all the entry's! keep them coming to be fare ill read every poem 2 times after the competition over good luck to you all ^^


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This is a older poem of mine. By far the most fucked up thing i ever wrote.

You asked for it


Snuff

Another girl another contraption
A simple rod hanging from the ceiling
Attached a young tart that was jogging
Little did she know their being a monster waiting
Inside bushes with a rag of chloroform
She sees my leather mask as I reach for her face
"Night-night princess"
She looks so scared with her blindfold
Must feel the rope around her neck
The chair at the bottom of her feet  
Shivers run through her naked body
She hears my steps “who’s there?”
“Shut up and choke bitch”
I kick the chair out from under her
Watching as she starts to turn blue
Struggles while flailing legs and arms
“I’m not done yet”
Cutting her down, she gasp for air
“Why are you doing this?!”
“Ha! ha! ha!”
I take off the blindfold for she can see my sickness
Grabbing a razor I cut both her wrist
"Bleed for me baby"
As blood runs I insert myself between legs
Fucking her as screams of fear echo
I slap that pretty face and spit on her every time she struggles
“You like that you dirty whore?”
“No!!!”
Guess we will have to try harder than
I drag her from her hair to the shitter
Then push her head down
All I hear is a gargle sounds
Lift her head
“I can’t breathe!!”
I don’t fucking care for your life
Now take it in your tight anal hole while you drown
Push her head back down as I have my thrill
Finally I release my grip only to grab a sexy whip that I covered with blades
“Please no…  Aaaaaahhhh!!””
I whip her over and over as blood sprays out
The warmth of her red liquid turns me on
"Now get on your fucking back"
I ram my dick inside, the feeling a mixture of heaven and hell
Wrapping hands around that whores neck as she fights for her life
“Die you fucking slut!”
Try as she might the punches and kicks have no force
I just continue my hard thrust to the point of her pussy tearing
My cum shoots out as I feel her life slip away

EM20XX said:This is a older poem of mine. By far the most fucked up thing i ever wrote.

You asked for it


Snuff

Another girl another contraption
A simple rod hanging from the ceiling
Attached a young tart that was jogging
Little did she know their being a monster waiting
Inside bushes with a rag of chloroform
She sees my leather mask as I reach for her face
"Night-night princess"
She looks so scared with her blindfold
Must feel the rope around her neck
The chair at the bottom of her feet  
Shivers run through her naked body
She hears my steps “who’s there?”
“Shut up and choke bitch”
I kick the chair out from under her
Watching as she starts to turn blue
Struggles while flailing legs and arms
“I’m not done yet”
Cutting her down, she gasp for air
“Why are you doing this?!”
“Ha! ha! ha!”
I take off the blindfold for she can see my sickness
Grabbing a razor I cut both her wrist
"Bleed for me baby"
As blood runs I insert myself between legs
Fucking her as screams of fear echo
I slap that pretty face and spit on her every time she struggles
“You like that you dirty whore?”
“No!!!”
Guess we will have to try harder than
I drag her from her hair to the shitter
Then push her head down
All I hear is a gargle sounds
Lift her head
“I can’t breathe!!”
I don’t fucking care for your life
Now take it in your tight anal hole while you drown
Push her head back down as I have my thrill
Finally I release my grip only to grab a sexy whip that I covered with blades
“Please no…  Aaaaaahhhh!!””
I whip her over and over as blood sprays out
The warmth of her red liquid turns me on
"Now get on your fucking back"
I ram my dick inside, the feeling a mixture of heaven and hell
Wrapping hands around that whores neck as she fights for her life
“Die you fucking slut!”
Try as she might the punches and kicks have no force
I just continue my hard thrust to the point of her pussy tearing
My cum shoots out as I feel her life slip away

That's a sick snuff piece... more like a short confession of a rapist but absolute perfect... loved this man..

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Reflections of a Pissed Off Killown
 
"Asshole," is what junior murmured under his breath
 
All because I wouldn't make the little snot another balloon poodle
Here's the Crayolas, there's the corner
Be a good boy and just go doodle
 
Doesn't junior know the hole is what I'll put in his mother's ass at one time or another
Cause  if I fucked her straight up
I might get idiots for kids like him and his shit little brother
 
It's the same routine, gig after gig
With the same fuckin' painted on smile
 
Say something funny
Juggle some knives
Take a picture with a child
 
Same routine of Vicodin,
Valium and Viagra for all these shitty people to get past their shitty lies
I see right past their facade with these painted Bozo eyes  
 
I can smell the rancor of suburban bliss on some of them even with my big rubber nose
The skin of lepers disguised in preposterous designer clothes
They wear it like armor to tell their friends from their foes
 
I can tell the blonde milf there with the paid for jugs is married to a lawyer or some broker schmuck
Now she's tired of the same 15 year choreographed seven minute fuck
 
I give her the naughty clown wink and nod towards my size 24 boats
 
Know what they say about a man and his shoes
No more singing, The Unsatisfied Housewife Blues  
 
But here boys and girls is where the real party begins
The jack-in-the-box in this sin of sins
 
See, she gets to ride this Mad Hatter as part of some twisted fantasy fuck
While hubby is bound and gagged in my rainbow painted truck
 
I give the poor esquire a chance to make me laugh
I ask, "Who's your favorite clown,
the one with the biggest gaff?!"
 
When his trembling lips sputter a name
I take scalpel and razors to face
to make him one and the same
 
I've done five Bozos, three Ronalds
And a Homey to boot
Two Krustys, a Clarabell,
And a  Charlie Chalk for some British snoot
 
With each laughing face carved to bloody perfection
I feel the rise of yet another clowned size erection
But this time I'll do his mistress with my new found resurrection
 
A simple slit of his throat is then all that is required
Ungrateful bastard didn't say I was his favorite
which was all that I desired
 
I dispose of the body with the same ease in which I toot-toot my horn
This one'll be buried at the cemetery in Fairlawn
 
It's not a hard dig, just three feet or so
The sod already softened from the previous show
I bury them on top of someone just laid to rest
Face down, this way the lawyer does what he does best
 
Fuck the world with worms in his chest
 
Toot-fuckin-toot
 

I extended the competition till Feb 3 so keep them coming and I hope to be out of the hospital by that time!

Good Luck everyone and let the blood ink flow.



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SakuraSlowly said:I extended the competition till Feb 3 so keep them coming and I hope to be out of the hospital by that time!

Good Luck everyone and let the blood ink flow.



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Be well. Speedy recovery.

LobodeSanPedro said:[quote-290930-SakuraSlowly]I extended the competition till Feb 3 so keep them coming and I hope to be out of the hospital by that time!

Good Luck everyone and let the blood ink flow.



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Be well. Speedy recovery.[/quote]

Thank you!!! ^^

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Anything gore?
-shit thats everything anymore.
On the school steps
walk the psychos loading bullets
soon its code red when they're standing at the door.
Children under the desk gotta wonder who's first then who's next.
On their little crosses parents cry out their losses and throw down some tulips.
Who can blame them when they lose it?
The worlds just to fuckin ruthless.
Just complete the cycle when they grab back the guns or the drugs and fuckin shoot it.
We ask on this earth for amore but all we get is gore;
just more and more young blood pourin onto the floor. the survivors eyes cry so sore and endore
to keep coming back for more for-

-this is just us on this blue earth
every day we give ourselves new values and new worths
always ignoring all who really do hurt
we just move towards something called a future*

That's just how it's always been take a look at the past.
Kings grin invent sin invite people to mass just to rake in the cash.
Every religion and every power thats given it's fact.
So simply it's written
that they'll end up winnin make the waters run crimson
and they will always prove that.
Bash newborns brains in,
enlighten us and show us heathens just what pain is, eradicate every fate that you are hating,
poor people hanging,
in slavery or inside of cages barely standing and force them to start praying...
i bet you will never see a true fact in an old christian painting
just more lies to disguise this scamming
evidence of their violence so damning.
Still take a look today we read history but don't ever seem to learn a damn thing.

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Here's one I wrote just a little over a year ago:


Slitting The Throat Of Religion

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
I smile, wickedly,
As I feel his manhood,
Hardened to perfection,
Pressing into my backside.
He leans against me in the wooden booth
The altar in sight through the peephole door.
"Tell me...." he whispers, lips grazing my ear,
"My child,
how long has it been
since your last confession?"

He rides me hard
From behind,
The priest robe brushing against my calves.
I let him go--
As much and as long as he can last
Before he moans deep
And spends his load within me.
Finished,
He whispers "Thank you..."
"No, thank YOU..." I say, turning
To raise my arm
And plunge the knife into his throat.
I smile wickedly again;
His body collapses,
Eyes wide,
Bleeding.

I slip from the booth
As tomorrow's headline is written:
"Confession Booth Killer Strikes Again"
I smooth down my skirt,
Peel off the wig
And deposit it in my purse.
I take care to wipe the handle
Of the confession booth door
To free it from the incriminating fingerprints
Of the Mayor of this glorious city
As I prepare to head back to work—
Lunch break is over.

(I'd like to post a few "funeral home" pieces. Some are overstated and not meant to be taken literally. I do not wish to offend nor hurt anyone.)

Trocar

The dull blade of the trocar
slides through my abdomen,
feasting at pink cellulose,
shimmering viscera.

All the lights of my dreams
quiver, flicker out.
This tiny ball of a universe
gets stained upright,

blanched and monstrous
as my head hits the floor,
bone on concrete.

Such dismal sufferings I wish
to savor, my nostrils spewing
their delicate maggots
of arpeggios.

Such fascination
in unearthly flows,
guttural stench where cords
are crucified, licked raw
by nine-inch nails.

Entrails fall
like scarlet rosaries,
chimes dripping moist
with sanctities.
Blessings.

Adhesive

Mr. Jenkins, it was you who touched me
when no one else could,
who drove me to the bathroom,
suppressing a sob.

I watched prayer-like
as the intentional gash
in your neck sweet-blossomed:
a flow without mercy,
so pure, righter than rain.

Water from the sprayer
turned pink and fragrant-looking,
and it eased out around you,
one quivering halo.

Soap of sunflower
made me your mother.
I bathed your softened stumps
of legs, polished your
prosthetic limbs
in their heartbreaking black sneakers,
then shrouded you with the boxers
your family had sent.

I continued to tweeze the stray hairs
of your silvery beard,
applied foundation
to the bruised skies
of your super-glued eyes.
Then you were whisked away.

I talked to you later
in the crumb-dusty lunch room,
wished you well.
But all this so carefully,
all this in one subterranean breath:

my lips coated
in adhesive like your own
in order to prevent
untimely speech.

Did anyone else see this? Talk about blood and gore ...

Call me crazy but I want to try it.  Anthony B. Is a God!

https://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=yGVdYiM5IXw

thank you all for your poems the voting is commencing I cant wait to  read more!

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