Submissions by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hitler did nothing wrong, 9/11 was an inside job, and, oh yeah, ISIS is funded by the US government... And Obama is actually an Illuminati lizard man
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2015 8:27am
6th Apr 2015 8:27am
Herbalist to Alchemist
Now heads and junkies gather round
And listen to my story
About a merchant with a heart
And how he sought his glory
He wasn't like those other guys
just trading for the gain
Disgusted by the world he saw
He tried to ease their pain
He'd say "just show me where it hurts"
And he'd give them their money's worth
He was a favorite of the tramps
'Cos they could pay him with foodstamps
He catered to their every need
He even sold clean kits
From go-fast down to firewood
He always had the shit
There was no...
And listen to my story
About a merchant with a heart
And how he sought his glory
He wasn't like those other guys
just trading for the gain
Disgusted by the world he saw
He tried to ease their pain
He'd say "just show me where it hurts"
And he'd give them their money's worth
He was a favorite of the tramps
'Cos they could pay him with foodstamps
He catered to their every need
He even sold clean kits
From go-fast down to firewood
He always had the shit
There was no...
627 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2015 12:48pm
5th Apr 2015 12:48pm
Toxic Supplements (with Deathnote Whovian)
She left me in a hopeless trance
with her hypnotic eyes
She brought me to the battlefield
and left me there to die
She pistol-whipped me into shape
with her pearl-handled hips
She set me up and knocked me down
with each blast from her lips
From what I could make out
with my wild, bloodshot eyes
It seemed like this was all rehearsed
not much to my surprise
And still I find I'm crawling back
to taste her punishment
I just can't seem to live without
Her toxic supplements
She lays emotion...
with her hypnotic eyes
She brought me to the battlefield
and left me there to die
She pistol-whipped me into shape
with her pearl-handled hips
She set me up and knocked me down
with each blast from her lips
From what I could make out
with my wild, bloodshot eyes
It seemed like this was all rehearsed
not much to my surprise
And still I find I'm crawling back
to taste her punishment
I just can't seem to live without
Her toxic supplements
She lays emotion...
682 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Apr 2015 5:37am
4th Apr 2015 5:37am
A Lying, Cheating Story
People are always finding complicated solutions to a simple problem
I knew this girl once who switched phones about every week and had several different accounts on Facebook, all under relatively the same name. I guess she did this in an attempt to keep her "personal" life personal from her fiancé, who apparently knew her well enough to go through her phone regularly. Seems to me the easy thing to do in that situation would be to either start deleting your damn messages or learn to be faithful.
But, who am I to judge, really? I was sneaking over pretty regular...
I knew this girl once who switched phones about every week and had several different accounts on Facebook, all under relatively the same name. I guess she did this in an attempt to keep her "personal" life personal from her fiancé, who apparently knew her well enough to go through her phone regularly. Seems to me the easy thing to do in that situation would be to either start deleting your damn messages or learn to be faithful.
But, who am I to judge, really? I was sneaking over pretty regular...
721 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 12:57pm
3rd Apr 2015 12:57pm
To Albion
Of fields of green and luscious streams
and skies of blue and gold
Of deadly swamps and talking doors
and beasts from times of old
Of giant bugs and vicious thugs
and shambling undead freaks
Of trolls composed of soil and stone
and restless souls that shriek
They only need one kind of booze
that everyone imbibes
from nobles down to farmer folk
the taverns seem to thrive
There is only one whorehouse
in all of this great land
But STDs are unheard of
and no birth is unplanned
The thing that wierds me out the...
and skies of blue and gold
Of deadly swamps and talking doors
and beasts from times of old
Of giant bugs and vicious thugs
and shambling undead freaks
Of trolls composed of soil and stone
and restless souls that shriek
They only need one kind of booze
that everyone imbibes
from nobles down to farmer folk
the taverns seem to thrive
There is only one whorehouse
in all of this great land
But STDs are unheard of
and no birth is unplanned
The thing that wierds me out the...
815 reads
10 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2015 10:02pm
2nd Apr 2015 10:02pm
Sex, Lies and Formaldehyde (with Death note Whovian)
I showed her round the cemetery
And she seemed really bored
So I had a quick change of plans
And took her to the morgue
And getting in wasn't as hard
as some of you might think
I slipped a couple Benjamins
to the guy at the gate
The dank smells surround
so incredibly exciting.
Considerable plans ahead
Environment so enticing.
And I can sense uncertainty
at such a morbid sight
But still I coax her to the bench
without much of a fight
I kiss her neck and use my hand
to slowly trace her...
And she seemed really bored
So I had a quick change of plans
And took her to the morgue
And getting in wasn't as hard
as some of you might think
I slipped a couple Benjamins
to the guy at the gate
The dank smells surround
so incredibly exciting.
Considerable plans ahead
Environment so enticing.
And I can sense uncertainty
at such a morbid sight
But still I coax her to the bench
without much of a fight
I kiss her neck and use my hand
to slowly trace her...
790 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Apr 2015 6:52am
1st Apr 2015 6:52am
Brains In The Worm
It visited me again last night
Crept it's way into my thoughts
So warm, yet so cold
THE BRAINS ARE IN MY WORM!!
And I saw her face
In the faces of many others
Her skin smelled so freshhhh
just wipe it's ass and throw it on a plate
Carry on
I enjoyed it crawling
I don't like bugs, though
not even with Mead
Crept it's way into my thoughts
So warm, yet so cold
THE BRAINS ARE IN MY WORM!!
And I saw her face
In the faces of many others
Her skin smelled so freshhhh
just wipe it's ass and throw it on a plate
Carry on
I enjoyed it crawling
I don't like bugs, though
not even with Mead
673 reads
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 9:20am
31st Mar 2015 9:20am
Depression is a Whore : for rose_lepinski's "pain" comp
Depression is a whore and she's fucking me to sleep
She sucks out all my essence til my body's just a heap
The price paid with my soul
the change is in my mind
These words are an erection
Of the love I couldn't find
And I'm just trying to check out
Sign out and black out
But her legs keep me locked away
In this familiar crack house
Materialized from nothingness creationists designed
She broke my nose and cracked my skull
when she chipped for gems to mine
I'm spitting blood and spitting teeth
and...
She sucks out all my essence til my body's just a heap
The price paid with my soul
the change is in my mind
These words are an erection
Of the love I couldn't find
And I'm just trying to check out
Sign out and black out
But her legs keep me locked away
In this familiar crack house
Materialized from nothingness creationists designed
She broke my nose and cracked my skull
when she chipped for gems to mine
I'm spitting blood and spitting teeth
and...
770 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 7:02am
31st Mar 2015 7:02am
Magick 101
I told my friend I was a mage
he called me a disgrace
So in my hand I cupped a spell
and hit him in the face
And when the magic hit his mouth
he learned what magic was about
he started gagging from the taste
as all the color left his face
'Cuz I'm a wizard, don't you know?
perhaps you haven't heard
I turn a pile of tasty food
into a pile of turds
It doesn't matter what I drink
it all comes out the same
But no one takes me seriously
they think my spells are lame
Atleast my friend don't run his mouth
he...
he called me a disgrace
So in my hand I cupped a spell
and hit him in the face
And when the magic hit his mouth
he learned what magic was about
he started gagging from the taste
as all the color left his face
'Cuz I'm a wizard, don't you know?
perhaps you haven't heard
I turn a pile of tasty food
into a pile of turds
It doesn't matter what I drink
it all comes out the same
But no one takes me seriously
they think my spells are lame
Atleast my friend don't run his mouth
he...
795 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 11:36pm
29th Mar 2015 11:36pm
Casket Lover
That spark in her eyes
And the warmth of her smile
Could light any space
Now her eyes are dull
Her face, without expression
And her touch has gone cold
Now she's just a cold reminder
Of all the time I wasted
Just another casket lover
with an icy touch
And the warmth of her smile
Could light any space
Now her eyes are dull
Her face, without expression
And her touch has gone cold
Now she's just a cold reminder
Of all the time I wasted
Just another casket lover
with an icy touch
668 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 10:19pm
29th Mar 2015 10:19pm
The Beaster Bunny (for Zazzles' "Easter Bunny! comp)
And with winter out of the way
you thought you could relax
But here's a fucking story that
will stop you in your tracks
That bunny has an evil twin
some dare not speak his name
Instead of hiding eggs and shit
he likes to kill and maim
He wears a collar with a bell
to symbolize his ties with hell
He carries candy in his basket
that leaves bad children in a casket
Most folks he rapes and some, he eats
a few he skins alive
So you should probly hide your brats
or they might not survive
With giant ears and horrid...
you thought you could relax
But here's a fucking story that
will stop you in your tracks
That bunny has an evil twin
some dare not speak his name
Instead of hiding eggs and shit
he likes to kill and maim
He wears a collar with a bell
to symbolize his ties with hell
He carries candy in his basket
that leaves bad children in a casket
Most folks he rapes and some, he eats
a few he skins alive
So you should probly hide your brats
or they might not survive
With giant ears and horrid...
691 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 11:58am
29th Mar 2015 11:58am
... and it fell off
Found myself standing in front of a great old brick home
not knowing why I'm even there, I feel compelled to knock on the door
An old man answers, greeting me as if I'm an old friend
he introduces me to his granddaughter, who couldn't be a day older than sixteen
After giving her instructions to show me around the house, for reasons I can't comprehend he takes his leave
She smiles a wicked smile and promptly leads me upstairs to a large bedroom
After an awkward moment of silence, she leans in closer and kisses my neck
...
not knowing why I'm even there, I feel compelled to knock on the door
An old man answers, greeting me as if I'm an old friend
he introduces me to his granddaughter, who couldn't be a day older than sixteen
After giving her instructions to show me around the house, for reasons I can't comprehend he takes his leave
She smiles a wicked smile and promptly leads me upstairs to a large bedroom
After an awkward moment of silence, she leans in closer and kisses my neck
...
783 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2015 11:53am
29th Mar 2015 11:53am
Rebellion Uprising
The foul smell of discontent can be smelt across the lands of the digestory tract as whispers of an uprising can be heard, and felt, as far south as the backwaters of sphincter
At the moment, the empire can do little but wait for the next attack as the pressure builds, causing considerable discomfort and jeopardizing the integrity of it's exports
So the question is : what is an emperor to do in the face of a growing rebellion?
Should I give in to their demands, thereby lowering taxes and decreasing the production of war materials? Or, should I increase production,...
At the moment, the empire can do little but wait for the next attack as the pressure builds, causing considerable discomfort and jeopardizing the integrity of it's exports
So the question is : what is an emperor to do in the face of a growing rebellion?
Should I give in to their demands, thereby lowering taxes and decreasing the production of war materials? Or, should I increase production,...
720 reads
3 Comments
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