Ah...Yeah. Ah...Yeah. Ia…Ia…Ia. Io...Io...Io
Mind boggling nymphos succumbing to Apollo replicas.
What? I thought I was some sort of fraud that,
You could distinguish from pseudo volatile idolatry,
And glorified malignant distancing.
I snap fingers... click. Click.
Who dice rolls prima donnas? Not I. Nay, nay,
I came here for the band chicky. Lay off.
I got no squab with you. I crack my neck. Up,
left, and then to my other right.
Clackity, clackity, crack. "The drummer's my friend... What?
Does my writing during a show bug you? Fuck you...
I’m not your pussy hound tonight.
Your type doesn't interest me.
Get it? Got it? Good."
[The inner voice of 'reason' from within chimes in]
"What’s with this crazy vagina?
And her soiled bull-horn sun carry? Ah, I know.
Period. Blood flow. Pheromones, And the forgotten
filaments ebony edged.
Yes, yes, love thy neighbor. Covet! Covet!
Hold tight your stolen smegma and goop,
And when it comes time to scrape the hull...
Dry dock her on your face."
She’s so full of quaint precious tricks too.
Like sucking her own nipples,
And putting both feet behind her back. Whoopie!
More nauseating undiscovered talent,
on the loose in this loose town.
"Get off the ground please honey...
You’re fucking embarrassing (scaring) me.
What? You want a tip? Here it is...die.
Let us have more oxygen. Either that, or get me a drink,
But you’re standing in my light.
So...make your decision count, and quick."
"But, don'tcha think I’m pretty?" She says.
"Yeah, pretty fucking desperate.
Can’t you tell I’m a serial killer?
Posing as a writer in the hopes of Channeling
Ted Bundy’s soul into me?
So that later when I rip off your arms you'll know why."
Silence. She smiles..."Neat,
you must be a famous writer, or something, huh?
Who’s Ted Bundy?"
We lock eyes...she's dead serious. Suddenly,
I have an epiphany erection brewing.
An Oedipus complex emerging. Down boy...
down boy! She flips her hair for the fifteenth time.
I see a condom peeking out of her brazier.
It’s times like this that I wish I were,
truly inclined to kill, and fuck corpse.
Fuck corpse. Love corpse.
Make Ed Gein's shrine shine. Because,
this beast is worth more head trophy-glass-eyed.
"Would you like to come back to my place?
"She mouths seductively in my ear over the music...
"Would I ever...what was your name again?"
I blurt. (Like that matters) Ah, yeah...
Ah, yeah... Ia…Ia…Ia. Io...Io...Io
If I could send a message in a bottle?
It would be,
"Don’t look for me. For love... I feel safer lost...
For love, turns on you sometimes, and can,
and will, pulverise you into a finely ground powder
of wind food. So I'll pass this time. Is there anyway
I can love you without knowing you at all?"
Signed, The Ripper's Libido..
A cherry Marachino'd
A drink with smeared
lipstick...
And one more hard Dick.
Then, it's good night Dahlia.
Author notes
#2
Written December 17th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- Serial Killers by Sabrina Vampirate.
300 points, ended November 13, 2006, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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congratulations!
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What an intense write, Jeremi ! You did a great job with this, amusing and agonizing in it's creepiness. the mind of a serial killer must run in ten directions at once, all in the same direction.
I'm fascinated by the serial killer's mind and have several books all of which I've read from cover to cover, stopping briefly only when my eyes wont let me continue.
I see you won the gold trophy for this piece and I can certainly agree with the judgement. You write such weird stuff, ya know... and yet it always comes out making sense.
This is an especially good one
Dee
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Covet all the tramps!
"What’s with this crazy vagina?
And her soiled bull-horn sun carry? Ah, I know.
Period. Blood flow. Pheromones, And the forgotten
filaments ebony edged.
This was my favorite part. Gotta love the everyday tramp who tells time with a clitty-poo-ring wrist-watch.
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awesome
i loved it! i like how your writing style is very unique and i simply cannot pick a favorite part because it was all intriguing and amusing! thanx for entering in the contest
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I came her for the band chicky <-- um, i think u meant "here" instead of "her"
this was completely twisted... and sadly, I enjoyed it... I guess I'm a little sick.
Nice little story... it kept me entertained to the very end. It was kinda funny... ummm... yeah maybe i shouldn't say that aloud, as you don't have it classified under "humor" which makes me kind of wonder why I found it funny...
What? You want a tip? Here it is...die.
Let us have more oxygen. Either that, or get me a drink
that part just tickled me! i found your tip absolutely beautiful... ehh.. maybe it is just late!
good luck in the contest!
Edited on Jul 05, 11:11 p.m. because ''. -
Very original, Very awesome, i had fun reading this. Good job and good luck
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Very long but quite hysterical. hehehe...nice job. -Raviyn
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Yes, I know, I'm a grapist.
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Sorry I can not judge this poem you did not follow the rules you are disqualified..
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INteresting poem and good luck in the contest, Rick
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i really liked it, at first i was like what is this? then i read the title of the contest and now i think it's awesome, shows the confusion/humaness/hatred of serial killers in a strange way, awesome!
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I make it a hobby to read on a variety of topics all the time. Everything from serial killers to St. Thomas More and I just wanted to say that you used the random mentionings of these men perfectly. The thoughts you composed were right in line with the mentality of a murderer. The nechrophilia and references about women and whores was completely correct. Nicely done and good luck on the contest.
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hahahaha... love that last comment. this is great..and will probably win.
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ok?
Quite honestly i didnt like it at all it is totally lacking something, but i do commend you for trying, and i did see the relativities with the serial killers. that part was good but other than that i didnt much care for it, but i will read more of your other stuff to get a bigger insight on what kind of writer you are. I dont like to judge a person by only one poem, because I'm sure you are a talented writer, i mean you have to be if you had to incorporate a serial killer and still be discreat. like i said this one was probably not your finest but you did good with the incorparation of killers.
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OMG yesss this is so great i loved it so much!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahh i cant believe how good you wrote this.. this reminds me of something i'd probably write! all scattered and just yours is quite more impressive! thank you so much for entering this contest!!
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I agree with the rest of the freaks except the long part i like it that way too. I think it's just beautiful as usual choder you pulled off a master of a retarded headache here. I really love your work and we both know this obviously by now since i tell you all the time...your damn creative head i swear one day i'm gunna hafta kill it so i can look like i'm smarter. Well anyways i love your structure and everthing else you put into it it's one for the books....GREAT WRITE...as always.
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man this rocks thanx for puttin this in my contest, luv it!
It's so detailed and the person above who sez its long like thats a bad thing, no, the length makes it better.
The person on top sed all there really is to be said but yeah I like your reference to them serial killers, top shit man.
anyway, im off once again kickass write...later
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You have named some notorious serial killers
I commend you for mentioning them here
This was an interesting perspective
Gave me insight with selective
Thoughts brewing in the mind
What the killer would find
Amusing with a thrill
Before, during and after he kills
~Awesome piece here and keep on writing and horrifying~Look forward to more~Best wishes to you in the contest~Desire
Edited on Jan 02, 1:36 because 'I popped a brain cell'.
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