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[MaxDamage]

Pale Haste.

Fleece and coax in pale haste press,
Flout the four corners that frame your face.
Employ cast of nails in bold bark deep,
Sever now sons from evil mothers' keep!

What force?
What liberty?
To compel, thus, to comply;
Seeking choice, not chance, to breathe.

Infer imperial ideas to wage war for your wretched cause.
Not all underdogs belong at podium height;
Not all alley cats have in darkness, sight.

Fuck off scaremonger,
Raper of rights;
Fuck off feminist masochist communist.

Your scars don't measure how far you've come,
But reflect the violence of self-obsession
To which you've succumbed.

[MaxDamage]

Nipples, Nails, Balls and Tails.

Never involve a mans nipples in search of sexual thrills,
Never slap a mans balls unless you want to be killed.
Don't dig your nails in delicate flesh.
Woman, REFRAIN!
For pleasure passes, but pain remains.

[MaxDamage]

Girly-man poetry.

I Just.

There's poison in the ashes,
You died here.
A lake of tears upside down ready to fall for
You lay here.
I followed you home every night,
You saw me.
It's not like I could pretend
You knew me,
Or that we were friends;
I just
Crept in the dark,
I just fell
In step quietly after yours,
I just fell over
Heels, head and soul.

The quivering beating heart of a dove held-in-hand,
Not fear, Instinct;
The need to escape.
Explosion of feathers restrained, contained.

No way out of this rotorblade ribcage.
I can't just.
I can never just.

The lies we still believe can heal,
Are the scars of bitter truths revealed.

I can never be.
I can never fucking be.

Waiting.

Waiting for free time in daylight.
With mournful repetition, darkness can make a cage of my old friend the night.
Give me thick-cloud skies,
Give day it's best shot at nightly disguise -
Just give me space to breathe that isn't lit by man-made gas
And mercury poison flame.

Edited by MaxDamage, 21 July 2012 - 07:30 PM.

[x_byakugan_x]

Nipples nails balls n tails ftw.

[MaxDamage]

Freeform genius.

Sweet doll, my trololol.
No bite, no class,
Brown elbows, bent ass.

Kneel closer,
With my steel gripped,
I'll bulldoze ya.

Bring your friends,
Bring an axe;
I'll break all and climax
On your tonsils.

I'm no Bronson,
But when I'm done, son,
You won't know pain from death.

A serenade of violence to play out your departure,
I'll rip off your face, your heart, your
Left kidney.

Let's do this.
'Boo hoo',
This.. isn't what you expected?

This isn't the ending
Your minds eye directed?
My towering form standing over you
Erected?

Well shit.

[MaxDamage]

<deleted> too grim

Edited by MaxDamage, 19 September 2012 - 05:10 AM.

[MaxDamage]

<deleted> Also too grim.

Edited by MaxDamage, 20 September 2012 - 04:45 AM.

[MaxDamage]

You. You motherfucker.
You motherfucking motherfucker.

You are the only man who fucked with me so much online,
Who made it his business to make my life harder;
I knew if I met you, I could be capable of killing you with my bare hands.
You made me experience Hate, by trying to fuck with my Love.

The only man I have ever wanted dead.

You acted like a friend, then spat in my face when your other friends were around.
I let you get away with this a few times, before I blocked you completely.
Why?

Cause I felt an honesty in your swings from hatred to a desire for friendship.

I never pitied you, you wouldn't want it, and you sure as shitcakes never earned it.

I'm mad you're gone.
I'm mad you're gone.

You fucking dickhead, mate.

You kicked me when I was down.
And you've kicked me again now you're down.

You fucking arsehole.

Though it's inappropriate to mention drink,
I would have dropped back a pint with you if I knew where you were at.

Maybe you did what was right for you, maybe you knew what was best.

I read your list.
It broke my heart to read your list.

You cunt, mate.

I'm just glad you're not in that place anymore man.

Edited by MaxDamage, 22 September 2012 - 05:12 PM.

[Mantrousse]

You fucking dickhead, mate.

You cunt, mate.

Haha, def the best lines I've ever read. Nice poems, Max. Hope all is well.

[MaxDamage]

Inspired by
I can't be open with this piece, so I've put tangerines where lines can't be.

I can’t relax.

I can’t digest sound, sight, life.
No more input.
It’s the feeling I used to get, when I was hungry to create. A ravenous boredom.

A maddening silence.
Have to fill the noise. Have to do something, anything.
Nothing satiates.

The exhaustion multiplied by the caffeine multiplied by the onset of the sadness because tangerine. Not here, but there.
A madness.

Tangerine. It was the only way.
Tangerine.
Insanity. It makes no sense.

I’m happy tangerine, but tangerine.
Tangerine. I’m not that callous, tangerine is worth ten of mine.

Tangeriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Tangerine (not the organ), tanger, ine.
..tangerine, tangerine.

tangerine, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine.
To the end of my days.

I was told it would take time, I was willing to believe.
Tangerine years later, I.. have grown crooked, shrunken and curled around in this form, like a hard shell around this empty space tangerine.

Tangerine like nothing on Earth.

Edited by MaxDamage, 10 October 2012 - 02:27 PM.

[MaxDamage]

Bring Your Witchcraft, Crooked Hags.

I am made of sterner stuff.

I am Witchslayer.

The strength of the curse is claimed only in the depth of doubt taken hold in its victim.
The greater the resistance, the more that negative energy destroys the hateful creature pursuing its vice upon another.

Be quenched and burn in thine own fire!

My shield in will and love, is your demise.

Bow, foulest of Cunt;
For my calling is higher.

Edited by MaxDamage, 12 October 2012 - 05:58 PM.

[Kazaii]

This is the gayest thread I've ever read in my entire life. Go fuck yourself.

[MaxDamage]

This is the gayest thread I've ever read in my entire life. Go fuck yourself.

Edited by MaxDamage, 14 October 2012 - 08:11 AM.

[MaxDamage]

I rrrecently watched the Nazi prrropaganda film: Trrriumph Of The Will,
By Leni Rrriefenstahl.
In it I obserrrved the Führrrer, orrrating in his rrrigorrrous manner.
His voice at times a thunderrrous rrroar, then a snap!
A morrrse dot, dash;
A space, forrr the crrrowd's clap.
Then morrre, with grrreater ferrrocity -
Prrrecision at the forrre;
Rrr's rrrolled up, and sprrrung like cannons afirrre!
Too beautiful a sound forrr song so rrrigid in hatred,
Frrrom one drrressed so starrrkly
In militarrrry attirre.

[MaxDamage]

White-man rap I typed into my mobile on the way home from work.

Lose your feet.

Feeling low. Feeling beat.
Got to train or I lose my feet.
Got to think positive, hone my mental flow.
Release the hurt, got to let go.

Got to hold on, to good shit.
Got to push floor, to make it.
It's not enough to think it,
I have to sink my teeth deep into it, take it,
Make it my own.
'Cause son, with an attitude like mine,
I'm gon' be forever alone.
I aint waiting to be thrown a bone,
I crave my space;
I don't want to look in the glass and see another mans face.

My faults are my personality,
Everything else is a remnant of my genes and society.
It's hard enough finding my own damn truths,
I don't need another bitch to lie to me;
I'm looking for evidenced proof.

What I'm saying is I'm made of brick,
Plenty strong, but plenty thick.
I forget shit, I confuse shit;
I've got one clenched heart for mad love
And one fist clenched in mad hate.

And I'm sick of it.
I love you,
Fuck you all.

[MaxDamage]

Well this is fucking shit isn't it.

Edited by MaxDamage, 21 October 2012 - 05:38 PM.

[MaxDamage]

My Revenge Makes Itself.

The hate I could feel, but deny,
Lives on as I move on.
Continues its plans and threats,
While I myself, simply forget.

Like a shadow that fell from me, broken away,
Run from me.
You could even say 'betrayed'.
For all the violence done in its name,
My conscious hand would have surely stayed.

All debts are settled in my absence.
Old enemies, old lovers,
Seething sisters, backstabbing brothers.

Something has my back, but not my best intentions.

Daemons?
These are flights of fancy.
But the evidence of recompense for pain inflicted upon me,
This I can see.

Would I bring this to an end if I could?
A cold resonating hum plays upon me, inside me;
The answer is the key to understanding my unbound shadow.
It is the link that binds.

The truth of the bastard inside me.
"No."

[MaxDamage]

Autumn Breath.

Heat clings around my arm;
Thin layer, a gentle outer skin.
When the air is disturbed, cool air breaks through
And in.

[MaxDamage]

Edit:

Yeaaaah, No.

Edited by MaxDamage, 04 November 2012 - 03:24 PM.

[belthagor]

*claps at Max's poems*

some of them anyways