Thank you! I'm here til thursday! Haha! I keep writing death metal bands telling them that they need more feels in their stuff. Never works out.
Eh. The feels in Metal are more for Prog Death and Black Metal/Doom Metal bands anyway. The most recent Triptykon record is very much a "Feel Metal" album.
Bit of feminist piece this one. I kind of had of had a specific topic in mind on this, but can really be applied to any topic of gender inequality. One Life Ruined Let's derail this fucked up train of thought You wouldn't have it that way Why would they Get off your soapbox There's so many dues to pay Let's stop pretending this shit is ok I wish a swift death to this clichè Our time in the dirt has come and passed Your day in the sun cannot last Blame the victim Innocent my ass No excuse one life ruined It should be you Cry all you like there is no match for the the misery You've managed to brew
A br00tal, trve kvlt piece this one. Horn of Gehenna The sound of war rolls down the hills The beats of drums pump the heart of aimless malice The ground quakes underneath the feet of elephants that march forth with scent of blood wafting from broken tusks Hatred trails through mountains Tattered Flags of bloodlust fly high in pride and search of desolation Hear the piercing call The horn of Gehenna hails The reign of malevolence is nigh
Have a poem about hippie sex. Hold me tight as we walk through the clouds Kiss me up and down As we run our fingers through the stars Feel all of me as we lay amongst the Gods of yesterday Love me all around as colors streak across the sky Dance close to the rhythm of the moon Stay close As we sleep in the pedals of the golden blossom
My entry for my writing forum's monthly competition. It was nice cause the topic kind of fell right into my current life story A Hammer and Heels One room white One room black Broken and divided So uncontent with where I am at Screw that noise Time to pull out my toys Grab your hammer and heels Let's tear down their holy ideals Smeared makeup and broken nails are fine by me I’ll bring down the walls with an anarchic glee Dusty dress and torn tights But no time to change There’s no color here I find it much too deranged Just a dull shade of gray I find it rather strange Break out the paint No brushes needed Or I’ll do you one better I’ll follow the instructions to the letter Wouldn't want the fireworks going off a moment too soon It’s not like I’ve been waiting to swoon In the wreckage of tradition It’s not like I’ve been waiting to dance In the flames of perdition Never mind me skipping away With my can of gasoline I’m trying not to make scene I'm just trying to look fabulously mean with my hammer and heels
Ashes of Sanctuary I'm burning this place to the ground My only sanctuary To these cold streets I am bound Stuck in the rain A self evoked torrent Chained to the pain But the fire won't die It burns my life away No matter how I cry Under the bridge I take my shelter To take in the sad vestige All in my own head I breathe in the ash and down in all the unsaid
You won't like hearing this but it's a compliment. Can imagine it being a Bastille song. Some "Get Home"/"Durban Skies" vibe in there that I really like.
Ok, first story I've written in a pretty good while. Just a shirt little comedic piece. Watutink? The Moon was full, illuminating the fog that ran it's sly fingers through the deeply wooded forest. At the highest point of the Natharak Forest stood a clearing of dark ritual. There lied Laurien, bound to the altar, not by chain, but by spell. Sadek stands tall over the over his enemy and soon to be sacrifice. "Let me go, you bastard. When my clan finds you they will tear you limb from limb!" She yells, her voice echoes through the forest. Sadek laughs at the very proposition that he might be defeated. "You foolish girl. Your blood is all I need and the dark army will be at my command." "Damn you, you'll never win. " Laurien proclaims. Sadek tilts his head back and laughs. "Fire spell!" Her attack spell can't break the binding spell. Sadek's Defenses are too strong. "Time to end this." Sadek pulls Grishnack's dagger out of its sheath. He walks to the altar and raises the blade high over his head. "Black Knights, join me as I give this gift to you!" Laurien can only look on in horror as he PLUNGES GRISHNACK'S DAGGER STRAIGHT... "AAAAAAchOOOOOOO!" "Damn it! Greg! You ruined the moment!" Bobby yells. Greg pulls out his medicine and takes two shots of nasel spray. "Sorry... Allergies." Greg says through clogged sinuses. "Don't be sorry, Greg. Bobby was totally going to kill me." Sarah explains with her infamous lisp. "You don't know that! I didn't get to finish!" Bobby was the relatively normal one. He just took his favorite games and comics way too seriously. The jocks don't generally look too kind on that. Greg was short and skinny, he looked more like he had escaped from the Bollman middle school and took shelter in it's sister high school across the street. He always had some sort of ailment, Allergies, asthma, cold, flu. The poor kid was a walking germ factory. Sarah was a little taller than Greg, but no less skinnier. She was mostly made fun of for her braces, glasses, and terrible lisp. Of course, if the kids ever got bored enough, nerdy was a perfectly acceptable excuse to rough any of them up. Greg slaps his palms down on the table and takes in a very overly dramatic breath. The other two just kind of sheepishly look at him. "Can I please finish?" "Hang on, let me grab a soda. " Greg says pushing himself from the table. Bobby groaned, once again quite dramatically, and thuds his head on the table. Only picking it up to evil eye Greg. "Are we ready?" "yeah." The other two say in unison as Greg sits back down and cracks open his soda. "Time to end this." Sadek pulls out Grishnack's dagger out of its sheath. He walks to the altar and raises the blade high over his head. "Black Knights, join me as I give this gift to you!" Laurien can only look on in horror as he PLUNGES GRISHNACK'S DAGGER STRAIGHT DOWN... "FLAMING ARROW!" "Wait what are doing Greg?" Bobby asks, quite agitated. "You're down at the gates of Borgir!" "But my last roll put me on the Pass of Gaahl. And by mere coincidence I find Laurien's locket of enchantment. Knowing she would never just drop it, I investigate. Using my illumination magic, I track Nader Sadek to the altar. I hid myself, peering through the brush, waiting for the right moment to attack. SADEK LIFTS HIS DAGGER TO DELIVER THE FINAL BLOW AND UNLOCK HELL'S ARMY AND THAT'S WHEN I... " Right then, a belch so horrid and Vile sounds off from around the corner. Sarah, Greg, and Bobby all look at each other in horror, eyes wide as saucers. Timothy. "Hey, dweebs. Playing that stupid game again?" "Uh... We don't... We..." Bobby sputters as his intimidating older brother walks in to the kitchen. Tall, thick, and burley, he stares down at the others and laughs at the board. He walks past to the far end of the table, away from the others. He pulls out the chair and plops down, propping his feet up on the table. "Mom says we..." "Shut up geek... Roll me in. Sadek has arrived."