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A poem and a song ^^;
I wrote the poem on my anxiety xD
And I wrote the song about the Night Stalker who was a serial killer from the 1980s named Richard Ramirez who would kill people and then have sex with them. ... So yeah... Hope it's not too horrible ^^;; I know my writing isn't nearly as good as the most of you... but I try =P Anxious My face gleems red, Might as well be blood, though it is not. I can't find my thoughts, I lost them in my rage. I am numb; such feelings, I forgot. My eyes won't open, The are glued shut by the crust of my tears. I feel guilty, for being who I am. I felt guilty all these years. And tis the day, I find myself once again, Here; in the land of sadness and the ocean of pain. I try to take myself to a happy place, but it is there where I don't feel safe. My worry protects me From what is to come. My sadness is the shell of my fear. My fear protects me, from myself. --- The Night Stalker Ramirez and Bravewolf, making the pact Joining in friendship and falling intact. Ramirez and Vincow, was much not the same The results were quite different and so was the blame. It was in 1984, on June the 28th, The man he was greedy, he wanted the bait. But when it came down to miss Vincows home, There wasn't enough to steal, and so... The annihilation began! and the death of a women, was soon to arrive! The blood slappettered walls, and the curtains were stained; and somehow the sexual tensions were raised. Jab, Peirce, Puncture, Thurst! The night stalker is here. Jab, Peirce, Puncture, Thurst! Beware, the night stalker is here! He'd walk through the door, and as he came near, He'd look in your eyes, and you'll shrivle in fear. Then he'd stab you once more, and you'd fall to the floor! but it wasn't enough for him. So the fornication began! and a dead women was soon to be fucked! milt on the couch dripping on to the floor, If you're already dead you could still be a whore? Jab, Peirce, Puncture, Thurst! The night stalker is here. Jab, Peirce, Puncture, Thurst! Beware, the night stalker is here! |
... Please don't be too negative ^^;;; thanks
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Nice, I like it. :)
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Really?? Yay!! Thank you ^^
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I liked the poem. You keep trying, because I think you got a talent going for it. The songlyric would probably fit in nicely to a band who had a sound like Bauhaus.
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Thanks... the song would probably sound better if you kne the tune I had in my head for it xD;
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"the ocean of pain"
I love the imagery. You underrate yourself as a writer. There's definitely potential here. |
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...WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? That bunny scared the <insert random vulgarity> out of me. Consequently, it is now my new background.. I love love love loved your poem, Chii! The first four lines about the Night Stalker sounds like something on a tombstone..and the entire thing reminds me of a twisted Disney song. |
Thank you guys for the positive feedback ^^
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Chii!!!
I loooooove you! YAAAAAAY! |
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Hey, my letters aren't gigantic, your monitor's just small. |
Wait...wouldn't a small monitor make the letters small?
And why is 'Goth Forever' bright yellow? |
No, a smaller monitor has a smaller resolution.
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You are an ass, extraordinary. Go die somewhere, preferably far away from here. I hate you.
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See? It's simple. You can harass anyone on this board without any repercussions. Go die somewhere? Oh come on Tismine, you can think of something better than that.
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Oh, goodness, of course I can. I have a headache, and was trying to keep my insults relatively tame. And I'm mad at him for a reason, not just because I feel like starting something.
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