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Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!

Posted in Horror, Humor, Poetry, Short Stories, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2013 by epitaphcarver

Don’t FUCK WITH MY GINGERSNAPS!!.

Poetic Venting

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 26, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I guess I have a damaged psychee
Why don’t they like me?
Would they be more adoring
If they saw my skin and organs
If I poured my heart out
Would they gulp it down
Or savor the taste of my blood
A professional palate could taste
There ain’t no love
In one of my blinks I could tell you a nightmare
Going from in bed watching tv to a policeman’s
Pistol in my face, right there
I’d rather have pleasant dreams
But those don’t last
I wish I’d have smiled harder
When I was just smirking
I wish I’d have grabbed some broads hands
Instead of just flirting
Nose to nose
Eye to eye
We’d do dance steps
Spins and dips
Passionate kisses ended slowly
With a softly bitten lip
I fell in love with a purple shadow
And now the suns risen
My fist squeeze a rose stem
And the petals begin to wizen
My hand frozen in pain
Penetrated by a poison thorn
Thoughts adrift on losing
My favorite Capricorn

Oedipus Note

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Toughened my body

And blackened my heart

Have you gifted me or cursed me?

Set me up to be my worst me?

I don’t like you

But I love you

And the harshness of that thought is followed

Typical pressures of blood and society

Makes me wonder if that love is hollowed

Questions that I ask myself

Can I forgive me for trusting you

Until I can answer that with something positive

I won’t be forgiving you

A many lingering thought of pain

Many a pebble in my boot

If one were a seedling

Your oppressing waters helped that pain root

Credited for taking me higher

Ignoring the leaves branches falling

Me reaching for what feel

Me tortured by its calling

You’re not the first hero I admired

You’re the first villain I revered

Face I knew to run to

Yet, hand I knew to fear

The man I cursed to hell

As I helped nurse to health

He who alines men is either

All powerful, or a master of stealth

Nasty Novice

Posted in Humor, Poetry, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I get nervous when I’m having sex
With diseased chicks
I clam up to catch crabs
Sandy gave me beach dick

I get my forehead split
Every time I lick clit
I take the term “eat” seriously
And end up getting kicked

Terror Write 6

Posted in Horror, Humor, Poetry, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2012 by epitaphcarver

When I’m not out promoting violence
I’m putting clowns to silence
Do your impression of a mime
While I teach you how to rhyme
French kiss a serpent
And let the poison get on your tongue
Spit it at any one in a battle
Until the bell is rung
Beat your opponents to death
Til they cry blood
On dirt and make
Red mud
Punch them in the dick
Til they pass out and wake up with a swollen cock
Tie him down and slice that thing up
Like it was live stock
Yes you can call me Darth Vadar
Because I lead the troopers
Your life’s a mistake
The results of an ammature porn blooper
I’ll take the hammer to your head
You can call me the roofer
Knock your shingles loose
Leave your structure in a stupor
Or use a chainsaw
To cut you up finer than
Carrots in cole slaw
I’m exiting, but first I’m
Running over your dogs paw

Terror Write 4

Posted in Horror, Humor, Poetry, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I commit double the trouble
When my bullets want to cuddle
With a pregnant woman’s bubble
And sprinkle her a blood puddle
Befuddle a pro- lifer during
His abortion debate rebuttal
When I halt a couple
As they wuddle
Grind them into rubble
Pour them down a funnel
And let them fill my favorite duffel

Yeah I’m cold
But don’t get my shivers
Confused with quivers
Cause my hand gets steady
As it delivers
Slices to your liver

I can calm your temper
Turn your bark into a whimper
Give you a permanent limp
A nickname of “The Gimp”
Or poison you with raw shrimp
Backhand you like a pimp
With my hair crimped

My Inner Misogynists

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I never complicate it
Simply approach with common courtesy
If I took account of it all
It seems just like a blur to me
If asked about the past
They’ll be informed of no significance
All not guilty of actual crimes
All have no innocence
A smirk to cover the frown
Long blink to stop the drown
Tears dammed over the years
Are barred from falling down
Reaching arms for hugs get rejected
Can’t do a thing besides recline
Best to recede from the band
Like Lebron James hairline
I express frustration because
What I saw coming came and went
Whoever ends up with her in the end
Is truly a saint among men
Maybe next time I’ll give the
Approach a switch
Call her a bitch
Backhand her with my fist
Send her to the kitchen
To make me a dish
Of fish and grits
And treat her like shit
Call the slut whore a twat
Beat her til she’s in knots
And counter every resistance she gives me with
The threatening of the execution of a murder plot
That’s an exaggeration
But I see it in other guys
Trapped by denial, pressure, and lies
So far gone they can’t see their so called Junior
Doesn’t have the same eyes
They’ll keep the number of lies low
But the truth will hit you with a higher impact
You forgot to put the seat down
She let her boss hit from the back
And in the mitts
Of hearing about her trist
You can’t help but wish
That you knew what she had done
With her mouth before you’d kiss
I gave you a sample of Pandora’s Box
You’re lost starring at the petri-dish
Dig deep nice guy, we’ve all got it
It exists
I just displayed mine for you
My inner misogynst

At Second Glance

Posted in Mystery, Poetry, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Call me cynicism I have the
Action perfected
Truth has been a bad mate to my ears
They feel neglected
I look at people like they’re full of shit
When their breath reflects it
But I’ll find honesty within you
Even if that leave you dissected
You’ve been invited to the notes
Of the closest thing you’ll see
If Tony and Elvira were to curse
This world with a seed
Peek through the black glasses again
Can you envision
A young minds division
From the familiar with
Such precision
Peaceful late nights in the dark
Disturbed by pigs with
Bite and bark
One would be surprised to know the
Feeling a glance at a barrel does to a heart
See hell in one blink
Blink twice you’ll see Cerberus charging
One has to enter the mind
To view my permanent markings

Black Glasses 1st Glance

Posted in Poetry, The Freewrites with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2012 by epitaphcarver

Behind black glasses
I’ve stared into hells fire
In a dream was denied at heavens gates
For wrong attire
Back on Earth its hard to connect
Difficult to recollect
My landing from the clouds was hard
Concussed my head and lashed my neck
I can’t begin to tell you
How I scold myself the most
For reaching for bright lights
For a pretty ghost
Become a naive host
Pour my heart out out
Watch them drink it after a toast
From behind black glasses
I looked love in the eye
Explained that I made no requests
And all it said was ‘denied’

Night Stalker (Richard Ramirez)

Posted in Horror, Mystery, Poetry, Short Stories, The Freewrites, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2012 by epitaphcarver

I let bullets have a threesome
In your hubby’s head
Now it’s all on you
If want to live, or end up dead
Stop your weeping , murmuring
This isn’t the taking of purity
And save me the trouble of ransacking
And just give me your jewelry
Is this what you prayed for
Before you laid to rest
Let’s see if that time on
Your knees withstands a test
Did it go, now I lay me down to sleep
The Night Stalker is out to creep
He’s sliding through your windowpane
Your blood is what he comes to gain
Severely shorting your life span
Murders my canvass for
Bloody pentagrams
This assault was not all done for not
This leap year baby won’t be caught
Can you imagine the sickening thought?
One man leaving a whole county completely
Distraught

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