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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: NautilusWolf on March 14, 2014, 05:09:15 AM
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OCD- MY PUPPET MASTER
I was once a normal person,
Now an empty husk,
Only to feel the torment of the same routine.
I am emotionless,
You're out to get me,
The plague is everywhere,
I've done it plenty of times,
Plenty of times,
Plenty of times.
I have been picked on,
Called names,
And kicked around.
I am sub-human.
I beg and plea to a dead god to set me free,
Only to feel the wrath of my own self loathing.
I am wasteful.
This is the fifth-sixth-seventh time in a row I've washed my hands.
It was for my own existence in danger.
I am an asshole.
I don't, can't take out the trash.
I am empty,
Not who I used to be,
Who I used to be,
Who I used to be.
Did I lock the door?
Lock-lock-lock-lock-lock.
I sob at night for I am alone,
I am alone,
I am alone.
I beg and plea to a non-existent god to set me free,
And sever my strings.
I am not who I once was.
I am empty inside.
I am dead.
All I wanted was to be happy,
And not the inhuman caricature you made me.
I am not human.
I
Am
Dead
Inside.
NOTE:Hey everyone, this is an aspiring writer's rough draft of a poem that isn't based on rhyme scheme, rhythm, or traditional poetic sequence. It was only to express my life long battle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, AKA OCD. I have the proper medicine and I am being treated. I just wanted to let other furs that are dealing with a similar problem know that you are not alone. I won't lie, some days still get to me, but this was in its intended purpose to be a way of storytelling with poetry. I want the reader to know how bleak and depressing life gets for those with these types of problems. The reason I'm sharing this on the forum, is because I feel that the furry fandom is very supportive, mainly because we have had our fair share of hardships. I feel YOU all are just so awesome, and I wanted to write this as a form of expression, and ultimately gratitude to you all. Putting it bluntly, YOU ARE ALL AWESOME!!! -Cori.
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THE DOG AND HIS OWNER'S GARDEN
There was a dog whose owner had a garden. Her owner had one of what seemed every flower. Every morning, the dog went around sniffing the flowers. She always loved the smell of each flower, but her favorite was by far the rose. One morning she had gone out with his owner to work on the garden as the two did every morning. The dog, as she had done every morning, sniffed each flower. She had started in the front of the garden, full of sun and lively, to the heavily shaded area that received the most water because it was directly under the home's drain-pipe. She made it down to the furthest corner of the garden where the rose was. She liked the rose, but its beauty was short lived, for its scent was masked by the rainwater's stench that spewed from the drain-pipe, and it had been eaten away at parts by insects. Every time she had gone in closer to try and get a better whiff, its scent never changed. She never understood why her owner would put the most beautiful flower in the back, let alone under the drain-pipe. The dog's favorite evening activities were soon drowned by a thunderous rainstorm that hadn't dried up for another two days. Once the rain subsided, and the moisture had been evaporated, she and the owner had taken the dog out for the usual garden maintenance. As she did routinely, the dog started in the front of the garden. Not too long after, the owner had a flower in her hand as he walked back to the compost heap. To the dog's dismay it was the rose! Her favorite flower! She rushed to his owner's side, jumping up to see the flower.
"What is it Girl? It's just a rose. We can plant a marigold in it's place. How about that?" Her owner said as she pet her beloved dog's head. That evening, the dog sat by her owner's side by the fireplace thinking to herself.
"If only I had gotten to smell the rose's real scent, it's loss would be less of a burden."
The dog continued her life as she would, but every time she was outside with her owner in the garden, she only sat by the compost heap, mourning the loss of her beloved plant. In her eyes, it was the most beautiful looking, and smelling, plant she had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Dedicated to my great grandmother Zelda Rose B. who passed on October 31, 2013. I wish I knew you better.
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A tribute to the furry ones
I was alone.
Abandoned by my own kind.
I wore a mask of happiness,
But what lied underneath was cold isolation.
That was until a Wolf-Fox spoke to me.
It was rather odd looking,
Being of human stature.
I thought he would harm me as my own had,
But there was a softness in his voice,
A warmth that melted my icy interior from the never ending plagues of my cold isolation.
Who was it?
Could it have been...
Me?
It was.
I was quickly consumed by a feeling of joy,
I was allowed to be me.
I walked the earth and met some interesting people.
A kind Wolf-Raccoon,
A talented writing Fox,
An awesome gun loving Coyote,
And a Raccoon that quickly became one of my closest friends.
With these people, I was given an inner strength to accept who I am on the inside.
Without these people I wouldn't be the fun loving,
Amateur poem writing,
Adventure seeking,
All around happy Wolf-Fox you see today.
Gracias,
Merci,
Danke,
And thank you Furries,
For making me whole.
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Vietnam's cost.
Sent overseas by Uncle Sam,
Only to be spat upon.
We are men,
not monsters.
We are brothers,
Sons,
Fathers,
And friends.
Our blood soaked the jungle's ground,
Yet you spit on us.
Don't you love us?
Am I not your brother?
Your son?
Your father?
Please...
I want you to love me,
Even with what the war did to me.
If you were there, you'd have seen your best friend get split in half by explosives,
Your brother stabbed to death,
Your son impaled by spikes,
And your father's guts spill from his open chest.
Still don't love me?
Just remember we have to live with that.
Dedicated to the Vietnam War Veterans who were disrespected when they returned home.
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You put alot of heart into your writing and i love it :)
i respect the Vietnam poem....i know a few....still messed up by that war :(
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Thank you! I'm just an amateur writer that writes what's on my mind. When I started the Vietnam War poem, I was going to make it about WWII veterans. One thing led to another, and this came out. Either way, I tried my best on both! :D
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Still came out Great, I write a little too feel free to check it out :) pm me if ya need a link
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I would love to! I'll PM you ASAP. I'm glad someone actually reads my writings...
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Momma Don't You Cry
Silent is the night in which I fall,
Blood spilled upon the sand.
Silent is my call,
Never to be heard across the land.
Coming home in a box,
Never to see my mother's tears.
Your baby boy is dead,
It's the worst of your fears.
When I am buried under,
I paid my debt.
Know this mom,
I was a dog, Uncle Sam's beloved pet.
Uncle Sam loved me so,
I just wanted to let you know.
He clothed me, fed me, and let me fight,
So please, don't cry tonight.
I bet you're lonely now I'm gone,
No one to talk to or mow the lawn.
I love you, just remember me,
And in your heart, I'll always be.
As you hold my tags, don't you cry,
In your heart, I didn't die!
I'm gone, don't ask why,
But please momma, please don't cry.
To our Fallen Heroes.
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Nice writing! :D
I especially like your poems about the military. Really sums up the madness of war.
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Thank you! My family moved to the U.S. From Ireland in the 1600's, and has fought in every war we could! I had a colonel in the confederacy, great grandfather on Omaha during D-Day, his son, my grandfather, was almost deployed to Vietnam (we left shortly after he finished basic) as a Marine, my dad and his two brothers were in the navy during the gulf war (my dad was a "Nuke" and his brothers were corpsman), and I'm going to be a Navy Combat Corpsman (Navy field medic that fights with Marines). War runs in the Murphy blood I guess. :|
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That sounds totally awesome!! My great uncle, Uncle Charlie, fought in the Korean War. I collect Korean War memorabilia because of him. :D
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That's awesome!!! I usually collect any militaria I can! I had a WWII U.S. Helmet, some ACU's, and a (I think) Vietnam war mini generator bag.
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Boss. I have some stuff from WWII as well. I mostly collect Soviet stuff (eeeeyy I'm Russian) but I have a little bit of everything from both the allies and the axis powers. A lot of it is in storage but I should bust it out eventually and show it off. :3
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AWESOME. I actually found a site where you can get ex-soviet vehicles (tanks, jeeps, apc's, etc). I want a tank. Pull me over now!
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Sweeeet~ I'd love to pull up to school in a T-34 just to see the look on people's faces... xD
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I saw a T-73m...GOOD LAWD!
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Untitled
I am your shield.
I am your sword.
I will travel the longest field,
Just to hear your word.
I am your to-be-Sailor,
Your Wolf-Fox,
And the voice of reason.
My heart is yours,
Forevermore.
Even behind these locked doors,
I am yours.
To the bitter end.
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Sad but very interesting :)
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Thank you. It's sad because, well, I'm sad. It's dedicated to my boyfriend.
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Hmmm...i know a few Raccoons around here...not very well sadly but then again ive always been a loner :) happy that way
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Its fine i understand
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Thanks Green. I'm grateful you do. I'm just in a spot right now.
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*Bows*
Of course
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Mini-Poem
I miss you.
When you're away, you never left,
For you reside in my heart that feels blue without you.
I miss you.
For the very same person. Am I still your superman?
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Inspirational saying!
If your life is torn and broken, I'll be there with a hammer and wrench.
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Im sorry I mess everything up.
I try to do good.
But I am human,
And humans are the root of all evil,
At least I am.
Like a plague,
I destroy everything I touch.
Like a caged, beaten dog,
You ought to put me down,
Because I guarantee,
No one will remember me.
Do it to put me out of my misery.
I'm just a poor excuse of a human being.
Words cannot express my pleas of forgiveness,
So maybe if you put me down...
We can call it even?
We all mess up. For my sister <3.
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Truth of humanity
I dig myself further into the hole,
Dead and blackened is my soul.
Why do we try to be kind,
When they are only words left behind?
My heart will bleed.
I will warn you, take heed,
Evil lurks within ourselves.
For the human nature...
Is evil.
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Loneliness
I am a faceless being.
Cast away into my own turmoil.
I am a wretch with anger seething,
Burying myself unto the cold soil.
I deserve my bitter, lonely fate.
I shall burn with my bloody grin,
They cast me into my fearful hate,
Only to remind myself that I am evil within.
I am none other than your friend,
Your brother,
And your son that you all left for dead.
My flesh is torn and mangled beyond repair,
As I spiral into my lonely despair.
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that's excellent...dark...but excellent!
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Oh Haden :(
I am so sad for you.
*hugs*
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It gets lonely when you aren't able to be yourself because it goes against the norm, and the only people I have to turn to are so far away and only reachable by the internet.
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The norm is over rated. Embrace who you are and your differences...and bugger anyone who desnt like it
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As the Navy Sailors say, hooyah. The norm sucks.
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Normal people: because someone has to be the accountant :D
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^that made my day.
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Normal people: because someone has to be the accountant :D
Yep I can agree with that
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Cain and Abel
I didn't sleep that night. I sat awake examining every crack of the room's walls, claw marks, and the faint marks of blood stains. I was just admitted to the asylum recently for violent, cannibalistic acts, as well as the murder of my roommate.
I cannot recollect the act. I pleaded insanity, hell, I'm not even sure I believe myself! My mother was devastated when she read the news; 'Cain Murphy convicted.' My roommate was Collyn Hargrave, We were the best of friends. Anytime Collyn was alone, they asked, 'where's Cain?' At this point, I'm in Ashes Mental Asylum.
My life was just beginning. I was 20, in college, and ready to get a job. Realistically, my life has just ended. It ended when the voices told me to take his life. It's been a lonely 24 hours. As of now, I'm just staring at a wall still. A guard leisurely strolled towards my isolation block and slid a tray of food my way.
"Sorry it ain't manburger helper," the guard said closing the hatch. I looked at a tray of brown slop. I examined it, trying to make out any familiarity between the slop and real food.
"What have I become?" I looked at my reflection in the spoon, and it felt like staring at a stranger. I didn't have much in my cell. Just a cot, toilet, shower, and a T.V. I sat on my cot and plunged the spoon into the thick brown mess. It looked kinda like a person digging a mini grave. Who knows, maybe it was my own.
A preview to a story I'm working on.
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Looks good.
Want to see more...now
XP
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It's in the works! I want there to be little dialogue, so we get the sense of isolation, and we feel the despair Cain feels.
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Cain and Abel (continued)
I took my first bite and got a surge of disgust. I had nothing else to eat, so I had to go in for more. The next spoon full made my stomach churn. As the spoon got closer to my mouth, I saw the sludge drip on the cold floor. The once brown slop turned a crimson color. The tray started to take the shape of something horrid.
"Cain..." The next moment, I saw Collyn, entire lower body gone, reaching out to me.
"Why Cain?" I dropped my spoon into his open, bleeding chest cavity.
"NO! Y-you're dead!"
Collyn placed his hand on my arm, grasping it with enough force to strangle a T-Rex.
"Cain... You took my future, Cain..." I threw the plate to the wall and huddled into the corner of the room.
"I'm sorry Collyn... I was hungry Collyn..." I soon felt a sharp pain in my neck. I reached up to my neck, losing strength with each passing moment. I was tranq'ed. The little dart fell after releasing it's payload, and everything faded to black.
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Oh my... why did I read this when I felt sick in the tummy? WHY!!?
Great writing!
*hurls*
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Just bits and pieces of some lyrics I'm thinking about.
Darkness in my room,
Guess what's inside.
Should I try to hide,
Or simply wonder why?
I thought the beast was under my bed,
I knew I was wrong.
The beast is inside my head,
Singing its dreadful song.
Laugh at my suffering,
Laugh at my line,
You made me a demon,
A demon by your design...
If I told you I could fly,
Would you let me try?
Would you let me leap the perilous fall,
In hopes I fly away?
If I can't be me,
Who should I be?
You're problem isn't me,
It's society.
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NIce, I esp like the beast under the bed/head part. \m/
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Thanks! I started rolling on it, and it may actually become a new song. :/
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I like your lyrics Haden. I can't explain but they seem lyrical rather poemy.
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Thanks Trix! I wrote primarily about humanity. I also like to establish a rhyme scheme before I start, XD
Yay for more lyrics!
The lies we tell are the ticket to our very own hell,
The lies we tell are the the price tags for the soul we choose to sell.
Guess I've told a few...
Yeah,
I've told a few.
You pushed me and you pushed me until I died.
By now I guess it's too late to say that I lied.
Guess I've told a few...
Yeah,
I've told a few...
I sold my soul to the lies I've told,
I lay motionless, I lay cold.
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(Continued from top post^)
Now that I am gone is it too late to repent?
My soul through the gates of the hell that I've been sent.
If I didn't lie...
If I didn't lie...
What would become of me?
Would I rot in the Insanity?
They say that the truth will set you free,
Does that mean that I can be what I choose to be?
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New possible song lyrics? Why not!
I am murder, I am sin,
I am the beast that lurks within.
We are humanity,
Gore is all I see!
Unleash the beast from thyself,
And make others in poor health.
I am reaper, I am sin,
Take thy soul with a grin.
I've kept it away, what can I say?
I have wronged you,
And now you'll never see another day.
Who heard my call?
My desperate howl,
All that remains,
Are these asylum walls!
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More lyrics? Yep.
All I touch turns to ash,
I am the guardian of Hell.
I'm a hound,
Can't you tell? D:
Open the gates,
We've got another.
The wretched soul,
Of a so called brother.
I take my orders as they're given.
Fetching souls,
Souls of dark live liven.
Open the gates,
Release the hounds!
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HELLHOUND-an amateur "creepy pasta" by me ^_^
Local authorities find a family of five slaughtered. The three children, ages ranging from 2-5, had been decapitated, and hung from a ceiling fan by their large intestines. The mother was decapitated as well, with her hands cut off and thrown into the blender. All that remained were chunks of fingernail, bone, and the wedding ring. The father, taking the worst of it, had been beaten by a baseball bat, evidenced by his broken ribs, decapitated, and eaten alive. The decapitation was post-humeous. The man's right arm was gone as well, and evidence suggests that this was done as he was alive as well. As the authorities got into the living room they saw the family's heads with X's slashed across their eyes, and smiles carved into their cheeks. The heads were faced towards the television playing static, and the father's arm was on the ground holding the remote. To top it all off, there was a message written in their blood, saying, "Release the HOUNDS of HELL." A similarly disturbing case happened a day later just 7 and a half miles away. A single father and his 11 year old son were alone at night. The father was working in the garage and was finishing up fixing the lawn mower. Thomas Hadwick was on his computer on the second story when he heard the lawn mower start up, and he heard his father let out a devastating yell. Thomas ran down to the garage. He tried the light switch, but the light never came. He saw the light of his father's hanging mechanic's light swing and flicker. That's when he saw his father's head mauled by the blades, and the killer speak.
"The Hounds of Hell guard the gates."
The rest of the story comes from an interview with Thomas. The transcript will be shown here.
"So, Thomas. You were the only survivor of the killer?"Thomas nodded. "What happened?"
Thomas shrugged, eyes alight with agony.
"Th-the man, lifted the mower, and dragged my dad by what was left of the collar bone in one hand, and the bat with the other. He dropped him and stared. I was frozen with fear. He swung at my knees and I came crashing down. The pain blurred my vision, but I still saw him..."
"Saw what Thomas?"Thomas looked out his hospital window
"I saw him take off the mask and eat my dad. Flesh tore and bones snapped," Thomas trailed on.
"Do you remember what he looked like?"
"Oddly enough, I do. Must have been the adrenaline." Thomas sighs. "He had a yellow mask with a groutesque smile painted on it, and the eyes had black ring-like shadows around it. He had red eyes that when you looked into them, you saw the depths of Hell, and he had a voice that spoke it. He wore a black do rag to cover his hair, and a leather jacket with a white undershirt. He wore some dark, faded jeans with a hole in the right knee... I don't know why that stuck out to me either... Lastly, he wore some tan work boots." The nurse had come in to say visitation hours are over.
Every killing has three things in common, other than the disturbing nature of the killings. They all involved a knife of unknown origin, a baseball bat, and cannibalistic acts. The authorities dub him, HELLHOUND. The strange part is like the HellHound, only his victims have seen him, and he disappears without a trace. If you have any leads, please contact your local law enforcement. Thank you.
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More stuff.
I don't dream,
I don't sleep.
All I am to you,
Is just a creep.
I'm evil,
I'm a demon,
What I do,
Is there a reason?
So alone,
Can't hear my call,
Will you be there,
To catch my fall?
Or are you even there at all?
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Dude!! I'm having enough trouble sleeping!
I am Murder lyrics would suit Alice Cooper very well IMHO
The story... I once read a book by a guy called Steven Martin. I think you'd like it... I'll Google that stuff, it reminded me of it a lot.
Last poem... are you Freddy Krueger?
XD D=
Keep it up buddy!
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Are you an insomniac too?
I'm not Freddy Krueger, just a silly Wolf-Fox that reads too many scary stories... The gore level was over 9000 in the story. (Yay memes!)
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If I ever wrote something deep, this could be the deepest...
If you left, who would I talk to?
Play games with?
Remember the good,
Bad,
And ugly...
With me?
Sister, dear,
I couldn't bear this world without you.
If you go, so do I.
If you fall,
I will catch you.
If you are hurt,
I'll grab the ice cream.
If you're gone...
Then what is left of my petty existence?
Do I carry on hoping it's what you'd want,
Wallow in misery and engulfing despair,
Or find myself at the end of the rope?
No matter what,
I love you sis.
Please...
Remember that.
I love you Sis <3
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I really got something rolling here! I was plucking away, and it thought, "this would be good for ^ this poem!"
So, right now, I'm working on formatting it to fit the first riff, and I'm interested if anyone wants me to post the result? :?
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The Unseen
I'm done with this shit, this is it,
I am none too keen.
Happiness don't last, gone too fast,
Who am I too be if I'm unseen?
A WIP.
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The sound of the Abrams was like ringing death's bell. Haden James Murphy was a U.S. Army 19k. In other words, he was a tank crewman. The sound of the war machine's gears turning was enough to make any man cower.
"Hey yo, Murph! Bet you miss your mom tucking you in your bed in Louisiana, huh?" Haden looked at his driver with a grin.
"Yeah, sure Rodriguez. I'll make sure I stay away from your backward ass state of Alabama." The Afghanistan air was hot and hard to take in.
"Besides Murph, who's gonna make you cookies too?" Sgt. Ryan stopped the banter.
"Eyes on kids, we got suspicious movement. Looks like bad guys. Murph, on the.50!" Haden pops the hatch of the tank open and mounts the .50 caliber M2 Browning.
"Pop-pop assholes," Haden says racking the charging handle of the heavy machine gun. The streets of Afghanistan were treacherous. I.E.D.'s, ambushes, and just about anything that could go wrong. A shot rings out and hits the tank a foot and a half away from Haden.
"Dammit Haden! Murphy's law much?" Haden lets bursts of steel-death rain from the mounted gun.
"Shut up and get the convoy outta here Rodriguez! I ain't goin' home in a box!" The trio of humvees and second M1 speed up to keep up with Haden's Abrams.
"What the hell we transporting that they want so much?!?" Haden shoots at every direction they received fire.
"It's above our pay, I know that much!"
"Oh, thanks Sarge, I feel MUCH better about dying in a metal box."
"Shut it and drive Rodriguez," Haden exclaimed.
The tank was stopped by an enemy technical blocking the road.
"Shit, what do we do!?!" Sarge turns to Rodriguez.
"Crush the bastard like a coke can!" The tank speeds on as Haden ducks and they receive a barrage of incoming bullets. Enemy gunmen pour out as the M1 crushes the run down truck with ease, flattening it.
"Whooo yeah boys!" Sarge lets out.
"Maybe we should crush more stuff with ya Sarge, maybe you'll lighten up a bit, huh?"
"Yeah, hey, Rodriguez? I'm kinda exposed on this big ass mounted gun. Wanna get us the hell outa here?" The convoy keeps speeding on until they reach the outskirts of the city.
"Anyone hit?"
"Well Sarge, since I'm the only one exposed to even take a shot, and I'm clean, I'd say nope."
"Funny, Haden. If I didn't find your Irish Smartass funny, I'd make sure you WERE hit."
"Aww, love you too Sarge." Haden smiles, then climbs back into the tank, closing the hatch.
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"Crush the bastard like a coke can!"
XD
Yes! Gold.
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Glad you liked it ^_^ ! Honey-Tank doesn't care!
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Alone in my sea of desperation,
I gasp for breath.
Drowning alone,
I'm all that's left.
Lost at sea and no land in sight,
To suffer alone,
It is my plight.
I am the lost sailor,
Lost as sea forevermore.
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*Hugs tightly* I hope this helps a bit
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May my hands guide you,
With unwavering strength.
I shall carry you,
To any length.
May my breath carry this flag,
Like the many before me.
With intense heat and incoming slugs,
I shall not fail.
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Wash a layer away,
Keep the demons at bay.
Wash a layer away,
Every day.
Wash a layer away,
Cries for help I cannot say.
Wash a layer away,
It's a debt I pay.
For what is unclear,
But I grip my sanity ever so dear.
Live every day in fear,
In fear that they won't hear.
Hold my hand, dear,
So my mind becomes clear.
Cleanse my heart,
Cleanse my soul.
Rip it out,
Pay the toll.
Loss of feeling,
No way of dealing.
Set me free,
From the shackles come to be.
Free my mind,
It would be kind.
Dispel the demons in my head,
That make me dread.
Make my mind one,
So the demons are done.
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This is your best work I think.
Very powerful stuff.
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Thank you!!! Many people don't see the underlying pain those of us with OCD can have. They forget, we're people too! We have feelings!
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Another fantastic piece. My old English teacher would absolutely adore your work!
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I'm flattered anyone even reads this... Thank you everyone! ^_^
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Write one about a pirate ninja space vixen!
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I MUST TRY. :D
I will have to start today, I can already imagine it... X3
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My most emotional work yet! Rhyme scheme inspired by Metallica's "The Unforgiven." I hope you like it!
You've said enough,
Fed me lies,
You can see the pain in my eyes.
I tried to see,
Vision blurred,
My screams are never heard.
I tried to dream,
But only bleed,
I wish to be freed.
I'm a slave,
Of my mind,
Your words were never kind.
Someone help,
Make me free,
But I guess I've gone crazy.
Lock me up,
Until dawn,
'Til the pain is all gone.
Left alone,
It's just me,
Damned to suffer in agony.
Happiness,
A luxury,
Unavailable for me.
I've had enough,
Let me out,
Please don't make me shout!
You've caused me pain,
Everyday,
So watch me fade away.
Now I'm gone,
You will see,
Who I should really be.
Buried now,
Tried to be strong,
So play me one last song.
Metallica,
Megadeth,
Sing a song from my last breath.
Do not weep,
Do not cry,
Over the grave that where I lie.
If I had stayed,
I would be,
Rotting in lunacy.
Rolling clouds,
Shedding tears,
Perpetuate my fears.
I died my fear,
As I've shown,
Now I've died all alone.
So if you please,
Do go on,
Now that I am gone.
Stand over my grave,
In the rain,
Over me that lies insane.
I am me,
Cori-Ann,
With a shortened life span.
Why'd I go?
I had my youth,
Buried with me lies the truth.
Now I'm gone,
You will see,
Your twisted reality.
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Beautifully done i can feel the emotion from within the words :( *Hugs* :)
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keep up the good work.
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It makes me want to know more about you
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I spend every restless night,
Dreaming there's an end in sight,
For this misery,
That's come to be.
I cry to myself, no one else.
So few know the pain I know,
And how little of it I show.
Wandering in a sea of pain ever deep,
A pariah I've become, some sort of creep.
The pain is unfathomable.
I need to be freed,
For freedom is a necessity,
To keep me from insanity.
Hear my plea,
Set me free.
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Since I'm writing music, here's some song lyrics! ^_^
The undead plague the earth,
Feeding on you and your life.
The undead don't fear your lies,
The undead is life's demise!!!
Life's end comes from the dead,
From the dead,
From the living dead.
Engulfed in darkness is the earth,
Survival is not an option.
To survive demise is a crazed notion,
As the undead tear your flesh.
Life's end comes from the dead,
From the dead,
From the living dead.
One bite's all it takes to,
Cannibalize you too,
And you soon shall see,
The undead's prosperity.
Feast upon tender flesh,
You will die like the rest,
Quenching unsatisfied taste,
The taste for human life.
Human demise is the undead,
The undead,
The living dead.
The undead are meant to rise,
As humanity's pitiful demise.
Feasting on your flesh,
You'll become like the rest.
Emptied earth of her life,
You and I shall be the undead tonight.
UNDEAD!
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*head bangs*
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I need to start a band and put music to it! Demo tapes for TFF. XP
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This MUST happen!!
YESYESYESYESYES!
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And here's two more I'm working on! ^_^ I'll need an album name soon if I keep writing. @.@
-Forever Severed-
Minimized,
Love dies,
Heart strings,
Forever severed!
Love become
Carried pain,
Forever severed
Is the vein,
That feels the blade,
And heavy burden,
Each cut
Stops the hurting.
The blade makes the pain-
Makes the vein,
Forever severed!
Forever severed !
Forever severed!
SEVERED!
When will it stop,
The pain that drops me like a rock?
I'm suffocating,
Drowning deeper tied to the rock.
Deeper and deeper I sink,
And no longer clearly can I think.
-Fallen Angels-
Strip me of my wings,
I have fallen.
Take my halo,
I am forgotten.
Like Cain to Abel,
You put the label,
As a sinner.
Why does it have to be me?
Why can't you see?
I'm like all of your wasted children,
Damned to be called "Human."
You blame us for your failure,
And we pay the price,
As you're praised,
And your so called "Christ."
We are the Fallen Angels you've cast out.
Upon deaf ears lie our shout.
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How about a sad song?
Lonely walks in sadness I tread,
Scarred by the demons in my head,
I can't look to a day I feel alive,
Not a day forward or a day behind.
My world is trembling under fear that shakes me,
My world collides with the pain that creates me,
I bleed as fast as the blade creates,
loneliness is the most bitter of tastes,
I drown in this sea of agony tied to a brick,
All because your skull is too thick.
I can't feel the sun shining,
I can tell you're lying,
In the end I'm dying,
I am drowning.
I wrapped the rope scarf tight,
It was a true fight between
The dark of my mind,
And the hopeful light.
All my doors are closing,
Model of death I'm posing,
I cry alone,
To a pain overgrown.
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I'm glad someone even reads these. Makes a Lady like me feel good! ^_^
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These are good though.
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100% honest. I don't get many reads but from the regulars.
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Laugh at me,
Laugh at you.
Our reflection,
We do not choose.
She sees not what's there,
She feels the need to tell,
But she doesn't dare.
Zip it up,
Lace it tight,
The disguise you wear all night,
And every day,
That leads dismay,
And heavy heart,
Who to tell, where to start?
She's inside looking out,
Until she's free, she will shout.
Hold my hand, hold it tight,
As I cry myself to sleep tonight.
Make the inside out,
Don't make me scream,
Don't make me shout.
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I'll do my best.
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Huh... These are quite good!
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I iz a regulah ^_^
Also, Fallen Angels is especially good.
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Thanks everyone! I truly appreciate the views! As a writer, I enjoy the feedback! Also, Fallen Angels is incomplete, so look forward to the rest if you want to! ^_^
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That I shall.
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Adrift is my mind contemplating a thought to write,
For no line, rhythm, or verse seems about right,
To write about the love I have for you.
Immense? That will not do!
You see, no measure can define ever so much how I love you.
A British guy and an American Girl,
Trying to write my love makes my head whirl!
Yet still I do it.
I've spent dark nights and bright days thinking how,
How will I accomplish the sound?
Maybe I just can't. Not from inability,
But love such as this cannot be interpreted by sight,
But touch.
I love you Aakor.
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<3 This
*blows snout loudly*
:')
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There are no words cori. There are no words not actions. :')
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I'm you're Shepherd Dog forever Aakor. ^_^ <3
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I love you! <3
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Love you too! <3
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I can't wait for the next one!
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MOAR POEMSES!!!
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How about some new metal song lyrics?
I lived with my demons.
Can you hear them too?
They're calling out to me and calling out to you.
They tell me to-
Tell me to-
tell me to-
KILL YOU.
A thirst only blood can quench,
A hunger only satisfied by flesh,
Tell them to stop,
Tell them to stop!!!
No I won't kill daddy like he killed me.
No, I won't kill mommy to set her free.
I won't beg for my soul, I won't plead.
Still in me you've planted evil's seed.
Like a caged animal,
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?
I can't stop these demons- I need an angel!
I need someone, anyone.
Hey little girl what's under your bed?
Nothing like all the things I dread.
Seated into my brain, I'm not sick.
I'm just as **censor** up as everyone else.
Who the hell are you to tell me I'm sick?
I ain't sick!
You want sick?
Let me have you for dinner,
I'll invite the monsters in my head.
Once you meet them you'll wish you were dead.
These padded walls ain't my home,
For my body restrained, my head shall roam.
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Awesome lyrics, Cori!
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Damn. I wish I could write that well...
Yet another reason why I love you <3
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Thanks guys!
<3 love you too Aakor!<3
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-goes all shy and silly-
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Dawwww. Metal cuteness :3
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Why do you cower in fright my child?
Is it the sounds coming from underneath your bed?
Is it my scarred mind you dread?
Do you fear the whisper of the wind,
In the darkest hour of the blackest night?
Is it the words you repeat over,
And over,
AND OVER, that claw away at your skull?
Or is it this life you've found to grow dull?
Why else would you fear, my dear?
At least your nightmares end when you wake up little one,
For I've become a damned puppet, enslaved into total inadequacy.
I'm the nameless, faceless puppet held up by strings tethered to my bones.
If only you could sever the strings,
Bring this madness to a close.