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.
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
554 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
237 reads
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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
482 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
380 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
286 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
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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
407 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2021 1:09pm
22nd May 2021 1:09pm
Retro Curse
Reductively,
retrospective of the speck
in the reflection there’s remorse
-for the rejection of the sections
that would wreck inflection’s course;
of course despite the right corrections,
there’s affliction at the source, there-
for looking back in first perspective,
fresh prospective now looks worse.
What is coarse must be cursed
...retro-retractively.
Before the sunset and circlejerk.
retrospective of the speck
in the reflection there’s remorse
-for the rejection of the sections
that would wreck inflection’s course;
of course despite the right corrections,
there’s affliction at the source, there-
for looking back in first perspective,
fresh prospective now looks worse.
What is coarse must be cursed
...retro-retractively.
Before the sunset and circlejerk.
#monsters
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DARK POEM
Published
21st May 2021 4:50am
21st May 2021 4:50am
The Season Stream of Nutmeg
She's the season stream of nutmeg
scent to slake miasmafalls
that toxic-lake a dried monsoon
below the tethered jelly walls.
Listlessly, I fall like offal,
further laundering the visions
of the Comfort Inns that pall me
heated porphyritic fissions.
In this suite my flesh is turning
bated burn-of-soul for you
that I may fast-unforge my fingers
and escape the nothing through...
But the molten cast's enfolding,
burbling my shapeless goo
into a hemostatic plasma
which my asthma can't subdue.
...
scent to slake miasmafalls
that toxic-lake a dried monsoon
below the tethered jelly walls.
Listlessly, I fall like offal,
further laundering the visions
of the Comfort Inns that pall me
heated porphyritic fissions.
In this suite my flesh is turning
bated burn-of-soul for you
that I may fast-unforge my fingers
and escape the nothing through...
But the molten cast's enfolding,
burbling my shapeless goo
into a hemostatic plasma
which my asthma can't subdue.
...
#dark
#death
#scary
#monsters
#illness
209 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
14th May 2021 4:50am
14th May 2021 4:50am
Windfall
Knight is swollen.
The beast has won
a head crestfall
in foreign tongue.
The ears bleed on
then wrap the doll
in pollen bare and
cryptic scrawl. Un
done before the mid
night sun. All fair,
the beast has won.
The beast has won
a head crestfall
in foreign tongue.
The ears bleed on
then wrap the doll
in pollen bare and
cryptic scrawl. Un
done before the mid
night sun. All fair,
the beast has won.
#monsters
314 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2021 4:19am
13th May 2021 4:19am
Corvid Canteen
Our brain's a complaining monstrosity
that strains from maintaining porosity.
A horror dungeon of grunge
horse-hung like a sponge,
and poor us, it's draino trained prosody.
Eating grains to gain in viscosity;
'meats stains and feigns luminosity.
Treats curmudgeonly grudge
with sweet bludgeonous nudge,
and sledges sludge in disposed adiposity.
More insane than slur-slang verb paucity,
eschews effete sprain error-plain travelocity.
If you're pungent some Mange come
plunge into strange and SARS-caw-
fuck a sardonic...
that strains from maintaining porosity.
A horror dungeon of grunge
horse-hung like a sponge,
and poor us, it's draino trained prosody.
Eating grains to gain in viscosity;
'meats stains and feigns luminosity.
Treats curmudgeonly grudge
with sweet bludgeonous nudge,
and sledges sludge in disposed adiposity.
More insane than slur-slang verb paucity,
eschews effete sprain error-plain travelocity.
If you're pungent some Mange come
plunge into strange and SARS-caw-
fuck a sardonic...
#monsters
259 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2021 5:12pm
1st Apr 2021 5:12pm
Murphy's Opus # $!@?*
Never before
have I felt the good grace
of a warm weed-whacker
across my face;
whizzing and whirring
like licorice lace:
concerto cacophony
for the modern mace.
Given the fact
that it slipped my embrace,
who is the maestro:
the wire,
the whacker,
or my bleeding face?
As I face the music's
momentus monotony,
my bucolic briskets
become baptized botany;
blessed by
the benediction
of a beautiful elf
from high upon
the toolshed shelf.
It's Murphy's Opus ...
have I felt the good grace
of a warm weed-whacker
across my face;
whizzing and whirring
like licorice lace:
concerto cacophony
for the modern mace.
Given the fact
that it slipped my embrace,
who is the maestro:
the wire,
the whacker,
or my bleeding face?
As I face the music's
momentus monotony,
my bucolic briskets
become baptized botany;
blessed by
the benediction
of a beautiful elf
from high upon
the toolshed shelf.
It's Murphy's Opus ...
#funny
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