Submissions by arortiz73 (MTP)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A modern shade of the Marquis de Sade, come to massacre the masquerade for the meta-god.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2021 1:48am
12th Dec 2021 1:48am
Hey, Zealousy.
#monsters
380 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Aug 2021 9:48am
5th Aug 2021 9:48am
Refractions That Jack Built
#monsters
428 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2021 11:08pm
25th Jul 2021 11:08pm
CoCoin Inc. (Read the signpost in the comments first, or... just enjoy the video.)
#monsters
534 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Jul 2021 7:11pm
17th Jul 2021 7:11pm
Ice Rend
Hail bear the champion of
warmth through my blizzards
that failure of constance
to stand and deliver.
Burn conquests of recash to
blast banshee slivers and
rinse the lord's chariot in
frost schlossend wizards.
On banishment's prevost,
compound the cross-beams.
Wreak bandstands in saints,
flash hiveminds in peens
to cast away nurses
down freezewells of screams.
Slosh their fett-sweet edema,
curse them floes of ice creams.
Your sweat can't prevail me
(this whale that I'm rowing). ...
warmth through my blizzards
that failure of constance
to stand and deliver.
Burn conquests of recash to
blast banshee slivers and
rinse the lord's chariot in
frost schlossend wizards.
On banishment's prevost,
compound the cross-beams.
Wreak bandstands in saints,
flash hiveminds in peens
to cast away nurses
down freezewells of screams.
Slosh their fett-sweet edema,
curse them floes of ice creams.
Your sweat can't prevail me
(this whale that I'm rowing). ...
#monsters
600 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2021 8:15pm
11th Jul 2021 8:15pm
Dices 87-Sixteen (The Exquisite Corpse Rap Game)
Preface the new
Exquisite Corpse game
with Scrabblin' dice required to aim.
It's best to have: three players or more.
The players take turns rollin' their dice-words.
Two per player... then second to last of the
previous syllable in the previous blast makin'
a total syllable-line eight per turn, earnin'
minimum games burnin' sixteen MEAN!
Players convene to clean up their words
where it all turns into an oral chop-scene,
you sing the game to the beat of a fiend.
I'll give you my soul. If you wan it, come
get it from me....
Exquisite Corpse game
with Scrabblin' dice required to aim.
It's best to have: three players or more.
The players take turns rollin' their dice-words.
Two per player... then second to last of the
previous syllable in the previous blast makin'
a total syllable-line eight per turn, earnin'
minimum games burnin' sixteen MEAN!
Players convene to clean up their words
where it all turns into an oral chop-scene,
you sing the game to the beat of a fiend.
I'll give you my soul. If you wan it, come
get it from me....
#friendship
#alcohol
#monsters
249 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2021 5:36am
3rd Jul 2021 5:36am
MURMUR MENSEENUH'S MARTYR ARENA (SKC5 VS MTP) - I'm accepting new challengers.
MURMUR MENSEENUH’S MARTYR ARENA
An Epic Poem by: Master Tasteless Poetaster
(Based on actual events.)
BATTLE BILLBOARD:
SKC5 (SweetKittyCat5)🐾
.......vs..........
(Master Tasteless Poetaster)🃏
___________________________________
👹Welcome viewers to the Martyr Arena!
I am your host, Murmur Menseenuh and
tonight within our anathema, we've a
very exciting event for you! Two seasoned,
long-time 'rival poets' from the Deep
Underground Poetry venue have agreed
to treason our...
An Epic Poem by: Master Tasteless Poetaster
(Based on actual events.)
BATTLE BILLBOARD:
SKC5 (SweetKittyCat5)🐾
.......vs..........
(Master Tasteless Poetaster)🃏
___________________________________
👹Welcome viewers to the Martyr Arena!
I am your host, Murmur Menseenuh and
tonight within our anathema, we've a
very exciting event for you! Two seasoned,
long-time 'rival poets' from the Deep
Underground Poetry venue have agreed
to treason our...
#monsters
519 reads
41 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2021 10:00pm
28th Jun 2021 10:00pm
Tongue Got Your Cat?
Sour fumes floating
from the recipe
in the sink, abduct my
nose holes and order my
wrists to my throat. ~ blub-blurp
I squeal thru the tear-ducts
milking the queasy spirit
of my knuckles as they
bloat the disposal. ~ krrrhrrr!
So... I parry como it,
spinning Caterina;
gears grind, halt,
blink, and lunge. ~ krrchunk!
Wheels chatter burnt
cabbage-laces of shit
across my bracefaced
kiss-a-rita. ~ !kuh-chsss!
Guts already ejected
into the gutter where the tires
slurped the curb
(que...
from the recipe
in the sink, abduct my
nose holes and order my
wrists to my throat. ~ blub-blurp
I squeal thru the tear-ducts
milking the queasy spirit
of my knuckles as they
bloat the disposal. ~ krrrhrrr!
So... I parry como it,
spinning Caterina;
gears grind, halt,
blink, and lunge. ~ krrchunk!
Wheels chatter burnt
cabbage-laces of shit
across my bracefaced
kiss-a-rita. ~ !kuh-chsss!
Guts already ejected
into the gutter where the tires
slurped the curb
(que...
#death
#cats
#food
#funny
#monsters
407 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2021 1:53am
27th Jun 2021 1:53am
P.O.V. Horror Experiment
The purpose of this experiment is
to test a P.O.V. horror experience.
For the few daring and bound readers,
this exercise might cause: headaches,
fits, rash, seizures, nausea, anxiety,
sweats, irritability, goiter, heart attacks,
injury, psychosis, death, etc. You find these
risks encouraging & unfounded. Enjoy.
Now pretend that you have two hands.
(Perhaps that's a tall order for some.)
However, if all you had were two hands
to use, and of course a trusty, solid
imagination; you'd be tasked to put each
to opposite...
to test a P.O.V. horror experience.
For the few daring and bound readers,
this exercise might cause: headaches,
fits, rash, seizures, nausea, anxiety,
sweats, irritability, goiter, heart attacks,
injury, psychosis, death, etc. You find these
risks encouraging & unfounded. Enjoy.
Now pretend that you have two hands.
(Perhaps that's a tall order for some.)
However, if all you had were two hands
to use, and of course a trusty, solid
imagination; you'd be tasked to put each
to opposite...
#monsters
349 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2021 5:51am
26th Jun 2021 5:51am
Sidecar Psychic
We've got to eat," the scant,
scuddly ghoul replied, scooping
a west-craven look into a
nightmare-on-asphalt leftover
underside. "But never bite off
more than you can chew, Son.
One land's trespass is some
other hand's treaty, scrying to
pontify the bounty he’s justified.
Yes, I've seen the future, and it's
a gastric bypass one. Your story
could go anywhere really...
(just if I’d done it differently), but
you're here now, muking the
scenic route of a busy rookery,
so be happy! Hell, when I's your
age,...
scuddly ghoul replied, scooping
a west-craven look into a
nightmare-on-asphalt leftover
underside. "But never bite off
more than you can chew, Son.
One land's trespass is some
other hand's treaty, scrying to
pontify the bounty he’s justified.
Yes, I've seen the future, and it's
a gastric bypass one. Your story
could go anywhere really...
(just if I’d done it differently), but
you're here now, muking the
scenic route of a busy rookery,
so be happy! Hell, when I's your
age,...
#death
#spiritual
#monsters #racism
#monsters #racism
312 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2021 8:16pm
23rd Jun 2021 8:16pm
Onyx Fallacy
Actions speak for words that don't.
Life's fatal attraction that fates its own
Twist of phrase meant and sown to
Maze the fault of anecdote.
From bleeding hearts, Pandora motes
Outside the Onyx Fallacy vaults;
The oxymoronauts gaslight votes
And pass-out over death notes.
Facts and truths share what they wrote.
Aggressions haze in micro totes.
Characters profile their clout and gloat.
Transparent-mud of what they won’t.
Life's fatal attraction that fates its own
Twist of phrase meant and sown to
Maze the fault of anecdote.
From bleeding hearts, Pandora motes
Outside the Onyx Fallacy vaults;
The oxymoronauts gaslight votes
And pass-out over death notes.
Facts and truths share what they wrote.
Aggressions haze in micro totes.
Characters profile their clout and gloat.
Transparent-mud of what they won’t.
#hypocrisy
436 reads
1 Comment
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