Archive for January, 2012

Maniac Freewrite

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 31, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Bodies lynched from ceiling fans

Their fingers sizzle in frying pans

Midgets skewered on a knights lance

Everyone do the murder dance!!

I’m the maniac breathing hard

Starring at you uncomfortably

On a murder path as you loiter

Right in front of me

Hammers turns Addams Apples to

Addams Apple Sauce

Spread the blood like chicken broth

As the rabies foam begins the froth

My eyes wide my minds lost

This is sewing what you reap

I’ll needle you as a literal member of the cloth

Devilish Freewrite

Posted in The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I think “Pay the piper”

Should be a male prostitute slogan

I’m thinking of growing my hair out

While I’m balding,to look like Hulk Hogan

I’m the devil wrapped in brown skin

Young villainous grin

Ravager of the Earth

And Terrorizer of men

I’ve converted happy Mormon

To the dreaded devil worship

And I’ve tied your granny up naked

Next to a bee hive and soaked her in syrup

I’ll sic my teeth into your head

And crunch your skull like ruffles

Cut your hands off and load your

Fingers in the gun, and start poppin knuckles..

The Bad Guy ( FreeWrite Gone Wrong)

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2012 by epitaphcarver

My vicious streak

Is limitless

Vulgarity is

Ridiculous

I’m the knife wound in chivalry

And cancer in the chivalrous

Assigned the roll of villain

Take a sick mans penicillin

Fill up shells and slide a clip in

Squeeze until the blood’s a drippin’

When the lover boy dies and the

Hater within lives

I’m snatching my dick back

I’m out of fucks to give

Finding it hard to give a shit also

Give me laxatives

I wont go as far as anti Christ

But I’m anti nice

I give post birth abortions

To mothers for a decent price

Interlude To The Bad Guy

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Destined for blessing of wealth

Cursed to a life of solitude

World forced intercourse on him

And left a fifty,and he found it rude

Attitude crabby, in the sun

Rather beachy mood

So engraved in every bullet he loads

Says ” Meant to intrude”

An interlude to the bad guy

But he wasn’t nice before

The level to be raised

Is the difference from rich or poor

The slow process of rising from his knees

Its nearly complete

A shame the dead won’t see it

Open their drawers

Remove their sheets

Driveby Shooters Questionaire

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Who am I looking at?

Will they be just another victim?

Will this gun malfunction in my hand?

Are they protected?, is God with them?

Are they wearing a vest?

Are they armed ?

Run from the

Roaring

Revolver spray

Is he dead?

Untitled

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Is it odd that missiles are shaped like penises and men made war?
Most land masses have female names,so does that make Earth a whore
A whore with many holes, some wet,some dry
And if a nuke hits her, does she yell”rape” and cry

Is a tsunami Earths period, wetting up all the guys?
Are hurricanes Earths evil spawns to make sure the warriors die?
Is the Earth happy when we cry?
Are the clouds Earths eyes?

Hows the Earths personality?
Does Earth even get along with the other planets?
I heard Earth called Uranus an asshole
And told him to cram it..

Protect Your Neck ( Freewrite)

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 27, 2012 by epitaphcarver

A butcher knife, an axe, a pitch fork

And a wooden spoon

I’m bringing everything but the

Kitchen sink, to introduce you to your doom

I’m cooking up a little death

Cause you ain’t lived until you died

Get your limbs cut off and live just

Long enough to know how you smell fried

I bring a reign of pain

Upon you that you can not umbrella

When I’m done slicing you up

They won’t call you a fella

I’ll put your body in a bag

And put the bag in a box

I put the box in an oven

So we don’t smell when you rot

Sprinkle your ash on your friends blunts

And go out like you Pac

Simple fact that you ain’t

Won’t keep you from getting shot

End of the barrels your red light

Stop

The Anti Free Write

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 26, 2012 by epitaphcarver

The atheist,agnostic

That cross won’t make me burn

Bible on my dresser drawer

Has nothing I can learn

Asked a gardener was this the

Divine Comedy, and Jesus slapped his knee

And let out a loud chuckle

Would you call me crazy if I said my

Headaches were caused by a God versus Devil tussle

My dreams are clean like washed money

Laundered through politics

Funneled to your local senator

So pay off his extra tricks

Don’t ask to get conscious with you

I’m beyond awake,

My obstacles all fall down

And I’m simply a wide rake

Here’s your mind back

I didn’t try to rattle of brake

Split the hemispheres in your brain

To separate real from the fake

When Darkness Falls

Posted in Horror, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2012 by epitaphcarver

When darkness falls I feel the weight
My shoulders hunch over a little
My head drops slightly
And I want to hunt a little
I stroll on to the park
See who wants to play
I see a man jogging at a brisk pace
This is his lucky day
Shoes tightly laced
But they’re old
His face is red
From the cold

Most don’t go after men
But I’m one of the bold
I watched him run 3 more laps
Half way threw 4 sprung my trap
He left as darkness fell

HE AIN’T COMIN BACK!!

I Let You Win

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 25, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I let you win
Every time I stare at a knife too long
Every time I think of how you turned my
Rights to wrongs

I let you win
Every time I muscles clinch up in my back
My eyes slant
And I look like I’m ready to attack

I let you win
Every time I close my eyes and I see your face
And smile cause I imagined I put a large hole in it

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