[BryanXavier]

This is probably it, eh? I only knew the first (famous) line.

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—

[corpsehands]

Roses are red,
Toasters are hot.
Bend over bitch lemmie find that G-spot.

[dockman]

Katie hardly noticed the fog as she made her way toward the pier. The lights interrupted the darkness in long, oval halos; but did nothing to ease her confusion and pain.
She often came here as a child. Her mother's heels clacking on the old woodend pier always filled Katie with confused feelings.
This was her place to make some kind of meaning, of some sense, if there was some sense, some order to her young life. Katie could always find solace in the damp nights, the soft, rhythmic bells being carried on the breeze.
Only this night was different. Of course she loved her mother. No one could argue that. It wasn't her mother so much as it was those peculiar "children's books" that her mother would read to her when she was a child. Katie couldn't understand why her mother insisted on those books! Strange, hairy creatures! They even had their own weird language. But the one she hated the most was that evil looking blue-
The sound stopped her thoughts cold. She found herself standing on the edge of the pier, head down, staring into the black water a couple of feet out from the pier. She was sure she heard a gurgling sound. Her eyes swept the darkness, but could see only soft ripples. A cold finger touched the back of her neck and Katie spun around. Nothing. She hugged herself against cool air coming in from the north.
That noise again! She turned back toward the water, telling herself how stupid she was being. She should get herself back inside. The disagreement with her mother really wasn't that bad-
That was the last sensible thought she had as the bubbles broke the calm surface. She could barely make out a dark figure just below. It was rising. More gurgling, then more bubbles. The surface giving way to an evil she recognized at once. Katie's mind screamed. No words formed, only gutteral, primal screams. It's blue hand, covered with wet, matted hair, was holding a silver platter. She couldn't make out what was on it. She didn't want to. But she knew! Yes, she knew! Katie tried to breathe, but only hitched. Her feet were frozen to the pier, she couldn't move. The thing, this impossible evil thing set the platter on the pier and pulled itself out of the water, all the while it's incredibly wide sinister mouth agape, eyes staring at Katie. Then it stooped and picked up the platter, holding it on one hand. Its mouth began to move. Katie managed a tiny "no", but it came out "ahhh". Her mind screamed "NO! NO! DON'T SAY IT! NO! YOU CAN'T BE REAL!"
It opened its mouth and said, "I am Sam. Do you like green eggs and ham?" Katie found her feet, turned and ran screaming into the night.

[dockman]

Oh, I forgot to add that I'm not great at grammar. The above is corny, but original. Hope Ya got a smile out of it!

[Shakey]

Originally Posted by Clubhouse ↗

Shakey is a fucking cunt

to lighten the display of kimos

The nightmarish poodles all looking quite gaunt

I broke the fucking window.

Fabulous!

[iridopelma]

i used to write short stories and some poetry when i was younger, but i don't have any of my old writings. i've started a few since then, but didn't come close to finishing and have since trashed them.

the last thing i wrote that was fully completed was about a girl who was in an abusive relationship. the couple were on drugs, anything they could get their hands on, and had a baby. they neglected it to the point that it died and were so fucked up that they didn't realize it for a few days. i guess the short description sounds kinda stupid, but it was really graphic. i found it at my mom's house right after i had my daughter and it made me fucking sick so i burned it i wish i hadn't.

[Steve]

I had to google iambic pentameter and haiku...

[jesse]

Originally Posted by Top Gear ↗

I had to google iambic pentameter and haiku...

Oh me too.

[Morbid75]

I used to write more too. I took a writing for children's books course a few years ago. I have never tried to have anything published. It is kind of like my jewelry, I make it but do not sell unless someone asks me if they can buy some.

I wanted to share this because this is an old ballad from the NC mountains. This woman in pioneer days Frankie Silver chopped her drunken husbands head off then his body and burned some of him. She wrote this in prison before she was hanged. Legend has it her father actually was the murderer because her husband would not sell his land so they could move out west. I thought it would make a cool rock song too especially if someone like Volbeat covered it.

SOURCE

THE BALLAD OF FRANKIE SILVER

This dreadful dark and dismal day
Has swept my glories all away;
My sun goes down, my days are past,
And I must leave this world at last.

Oh! Lord, what will become of me?
I am condemmed, you all now see;
To heaven or hell my soul must fly,
All in a moment when I die.

Judge Donnell my sentence has passed,
These prison walls I leave at last;
Nothing to cheer my drooping head
Until I'm numbered with the dead.

But Oh! That awful judge I fear.
Shall I that awful sentence hear:
"Depart, ye cursed, down to Hell
And forever there to dwell."

I know that frightful ghosts I'll see,
Gnawing their flesh in misery;
And then and there attended be
For murder in the first degree.

Then shall I meet that mournful face,
Whose blood I spilled upon this place;
With flaming eyes to me he'll say,
"Why did you take my life away?"

His feeble hands fell gently down.
His chattering tongue soon lost its sound.
To see his soul and body part
It strikes with terror in my heart.

I took his blooming days away,
Left him no time to God to pray;
And if sins fall upon his head,
Must I not bear them in his stead?

The jealous thought that first gave strife
To make me take my husband's life,
For months and days I spent my time
Thinking how to commit this crime.

And on a dark and doleful night
I put the body out of sight,
With flames I tried to him consume.
But time would not admit it done.

You all see me and on me gaze.
Be careful how you spend your days;
And never commit this awful crime,
But try to serve your God in time.

My mind on solemn subjects rolls.
My little child, God bless its soul;
All you that are of Adam's race,
Let not my faults this child disgrace.

Farewell, good people, you all now see
What my bad conduct's brought on me;
To die of shame and disgrace
Before the world of human race.

Awful indeed to think of death,
In perfect health to lose my breath;
Farewell my friends, I bid adieu,
Vengeance on me you must now pursue.

Great god! How shall I be forgiven?
Not fit for earth, nor fit for heaven;
But little time to pray to God,
For now I try that awful road.

[jesse]

Killing Time

He walked out with a jaunt
Knowing he was free
Can't be tried again
So it may seem

It makes no difference
It is of little concern
He will pay for his sin
Lesson learned

Not enough evidence
No DNA
No smoking gun in hand
Time to pray

A child
Yes he did
Willed his way

Had his say
Made his day

I sit here in the dark
A quiet fire
A glass of wine
A festering desire

Killing time

Killing time
Nothing to do right now
Until the time is mine

Until it is killing time