One-Saint-Rant by Deanna Bolinger

A MOMENT PLEASE DUFF

First off, thanks Duff for creatin’ the brothers, And Rocco, Duffy Doc, and the others.

But nice is over cuz I’m pretty pissed!

As well as some others, our Saints have been dissed!

Did u not have the balls to tell us yourself?

You planned to put our Saints on a shelf?

Guess then you couldn’t ask us fans for our dough,

Cuz why would we pay for your TV show!

So now I’m taking your ass back to school.

Ahem, here goes

“HEY DUFF, YOU TOOL!”

I know, you know,  what I’m talking about.

Sean and Norm, in case you had any doubt.

Norman Reedus & Sean Patrick Flanery

Only they are the Saints, and you know it’s the truth.

Replacing those two would just be uncouth.

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So, now I’m starting to wonder if you’ve gone insane. 

Or perhaps Norman’s zombies have eaten your brain. 

Did it just quit working?

Did it run outta gas?

I know!

Sean’s death worms scared your brain out your ass!

You know us Saints fans made you what you are.

We sat your ass in that shiny new car!

Gave your movies cult status, made them a hit.

Without the brothers and us, you wouldn’t be shit!

Now, Saints fans are global, we’re in every region!

Guess what you wad?

WE are the damn LEGION!!!

And yes the LEGION’S a die-hard bunch.

And, we don’t give a fuck bout your “corporate  lunch!”

You toss us aside for the love of a buck?

You’ve gone and sold out you ass-hatted shmuck!

Don’t try to play even one of their fans for a sap.

Spend your own damn money producing your crap!

Fund your movie as well, you ain’t getting a dime. 

Hell, handing you a nickel would be a damn crime!

Unless it paid you to talk.

Just who did you hire?

Who’s replacing the guys who set this fandom on fire?!?

Ain’t a fucker alive who could fill those shoes.

Just like no real Saints fan will be paying your dues.

So, when your movie’s a flop and your money’s all spent,

Don’t come crying to us, go live in a tent!

It was you who fucked up, not one fan can be blamed.

You listened to your peers, ain’t you ashamed?

Don’t forget it was you who drug your ass thru the mud!

Who you think’s gonna pay to watch that damn crud?!?

Not one true blue fan would hand a penny to you!

Especially now that you’ve shown us just how bad you need TWO!

           Deanna Bolinger, the filterless, fearless, fed up fan.

 NOUGH SAID

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Challenge Yourself – 5 Sentence Short by Crimson Quintessence

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When the lab said they were hiring again I jumped at the chance.

The perfect place to gain access to all the tools I would need and create my alibi at the same time.

That night after the murders I got back quickly cleaned myself up and changed back into my uniform in the staff bathroom.

No one ever knew I had left the building.

The headlines the next day read Nationwide manhunt on after a family of 9 were slain while they slept.

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Solitutde by Cheri Pennell

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Solitude no longer beckons
it is now just a place to call home
Memories on flash forward
into the dark kingdom I roam

There are no words
meaningless or true
No deep passing glances
at least not from you

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No smiles nor hugs
I miss the empty caress
No warm embrace
to take away my shallow breath

No hope. No love.
No change. No faith.
No sound. No touch.
No pain to replace.

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It is a stagnant wasteland
full of torment and intricate lies
Sinking fast in quicksand
worms overflow my mouth and eyes

If I had the courage
If I had the strength
I would reach out
and release the floodgate

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I would grab your hand
to taste the sweet mercy
of saving grace
To smell freedom
To finish the race

But I have become
Deaf to the call
I silenced it all
I silenced it all
in solitude

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Challenge Yourself -Asylum After Dark – The Remedy by Crimson Quintessence

Counting The Days To Insanity

Counting The Days To Insanity

The Challenge:   The power just went out and all Asylum doors are unlocked.

The power just went out and all Asylum doors are unlocked.
Tonight my horrible honeys I’ve made you a murderer.
You writing challenge is this:
A short story or poem.
You get 1 chance to commit only 1 murder.
Make it count…

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Sit there, if you will,

whimpering in your dark little corner.

I can hear your knees knocking together from here on my perch.

Your yellow drug-stained teeth, rattling together like a broken awning swinging in high winds.

I can even hear the rush of air from your sphincter clenching shut.

Guess that worries you some, considering where you house your head most of your waking hours.

My heels click as I stride across the marble floor having jumped from my perched observation point in the house, echoing in your ears like rapid-fire shots out of a machine gun.

My face calm, my breath slow and steady, tapping my favorite weapon of choice in my left palm, licking my lips in anticipation of the assault you’re about to receive.

Sit still!

squirming coward, your movements will only make your punishment last longer.  

No matter to me, I’d enjoy the delay and your cries of agony.

I smirk as I remember how I got you here.

You thought midnight romp.

I knew something far different.

When I ripped the cord of the lamp from the west wall I didn’t think of the lamps weight, not at all.

In fact, it happened so fast I’m not sure I registered thought much at all.

But, I felt, oh, how I felt.

Rage,

a searing heat, 

it rose from deep inside me.

Explosive!

ravenous almost.

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I swung that lamp at your head like a professional baseball player swinging at his last-chance grand-slam in the world series.

Carr-aaack!

The hit heard around the world,

and just like that,

blood-spatter, and out you went.

Dragging your lanky-ass over to Nana’s wing-back chair came easy to me.

There was so much adrenaline coursing through me, I felt like a freight-train on full-throttle, no brakes.

The barbed-wire was fun, wrapping it around you like a python wraps itself around its prey.

Almost made me orgasmic,

then you twitched and took my moment from me.

Son-of-a-bitch!

Still, you try to take control.

But that’s okay,

I’m not upset,

not about that any way.

I’m going to take my time with you my dear, oh, yes, I am.

I remember that first night when we were at Dale’s party.

You said you had a surprise for me and took me upstairs.

Then, like the pig you are, you dropped your pants and I said wow, that’s my surprise, you brought me up here to show me a penis?

Yes, you said, with a smart-ass grin on your face.

Then you changed your tone and said well?

I said well what?

And you and your arrogant tongue spit out — Wax it.

How vile I thought, but we both know that I left my teeth marks in your dick that night,

don’t we darling?

Look at you, all dressed up like mommy’s little blonde cherub.

Too bad she doesn’t know what a nasty little cunt of a man you really are.

But I’m going to remedy that, I’ll show her on your behalf when I fillet you and pose you like an awkward statue impaled on a spigot and run through on your front lawn.

Hannibal would be so proud to know me right now.

You my dearest have been weighed and measured and you’ve been found wanting.

This will be the remedy of all remedies.

A song for all melodies.

Your undoing.

Your fate.

Lifeless, like the squished slug by the garden gate.

Gone and forgotten.

Dust in the wind.

My arms raised,

the blows came,

the remedy delivered.

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Break Free

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Break free from the ties that bind you 

if they nestle inside they will consume you

Break free from the grip that is strangling you

you’ve been trapped for to long in the cage of despair

once, on step closer to the edge of your sanity

now, direction has changed and your journey nowhere near over.

Your days of mental entrapment now gone

the battle within is now done

stand tall girl, you know you are strong

roll with it girl, it’s an awakening

you clearly have won

walk in a stride

hold your head up with pride

you faced the devil and stood your ground

there’s no more truth to be found.

Rise up from the dark and spread your wings like a hawk

take flight to the sky as you roar

you are not a victim of his any more.

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**Dedicated to all my sisters who have suffered mental abuse at the hands of another.**

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Slick Black Cat

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Slick, smooth and sleek

making your moves on the weak

sauntering in like Don Juan with a slick and slithering tongue

Black cat in a tuxedo

verbally whining and dining the ladies

tucking each one in a pocket for future use

each one serving a purpose

pitting one against the other

for your entertainment erection 

STOP!

oh wait, my mistake,

impotence of a physical nature

Let’s read to them with slick lips

maybe they’ll get close to the screen

as they touch themselves and strip

making all your crimson honey drip

black cat slips in once more

touching her down to her core

making her beg him for more

but it’s time that she settle the score

Fooled by this one no more

kicks her heels up and walks out the door

black cat lying dead on the floor

she’s not his victim, not any more

Made him hurt right down to his own core

Playing poor me for the attention of more

Shhhh!

Stop talking

I’m bored.

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Burned up in the Sun

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Head held high

Arms wide open

let the past burn up into the sun

no longer carrying these troubles of mine

learned where my heart is 

the burdens are gone

burned into the sun.

Dreams in my suitcase

unpacked and fine with them

I’m on a mission

it’s out of my system

burned into the sun.

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Found a way through it 

no more web of silence a burden

not stranded on an island

it’s burned up in the sun.

No longer lost

no longer searching

I’ve spread my wings 

no longer hurting

I’ve opened up my eyes

I let it all burn up in the sun.

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I’ve found a way to do me

dance through the fire

look up to the sun

I know I’m no liar

burned up in the sun

I remain flying higher

circling the flames of the sun.

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Blood

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The Blood is spilt
The soul will heal
The pain is felt by all who feel.

The will is strong and has no end
There’s nothing left here to defend.

Let fury go it’s been released
And shared with all who want to feast.

The time is now
The will is strong
This soul right here
is where you are strong.

Let it go and keep moving forward
Life are fulfilling and moving onward

The soul it grows and strengthens within
Remember that and you already win.

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The Water’s Edge

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I sat by the water’s edge

all I could hear was the water

flowing in a graceful trickle

I was at peace that day.

The gentle breeze danced on my skin

as it caused tiny little ripples

it was pleasing, so pleasing I dipped my feet in off the end of the dock.

As I sat there gazing out across the water I started to wonder…..

What legacy shall we leave behind for younger generation as they find their way here.

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The water is peaceful

so we shall leave peace

The water is calm

so we shall guide them to calmer days

The water is clear

so we shall leave them with clear thoughts of who they want to be

and make sure they don’t become muddled in who others want them to be.

The water makes us tingle

washes us clean

it removes the smoggy film from our eyes so that we may see truth

it lifts our spirits from dark shadows that want to hold us back.

Our legacy is here to make sure that every budding child who wants to write out their dreams as they see them, the way they want the world to see them, raw and real, not altered by another who distorts their visions.

Our legacy is to have the new step forward, learn from the old

thrive and leave as many rose petals as they can on the footpath.

Generation after generation will find their way to the water’s edge and like you and I, the birth of each pen will spill forth and flow always keeping the waterfalls flowing

and when the rains come the rivers will rise and the quills will dance.

Our legacy will never see death or its demise

because the words will always flow

An eternity of creativity will light up the night sky like fire flies

and they will dance.

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Velvet Tongue

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She circles around him

breathing in his scent

he is aware but all his defenses are spent

Perilous thirst,

she can hear the blood flowing through his veins

how she wants to take his pulse with her teeth

she needs that life-force to kill her every pain

her soul’s journey painted long ago 

a thousand years for a troubled soul.

He’s got no idea what awaits him 

how it’s about to unfold

she dances so well, never getting to close as she baits him

the silkiness of her hair brushes against his cheek

her fragrance, his favorite, making him weak

silent whispers deep in the night

dance through the mind with such delight

a fairytale dream, a velvet tongue

where his life ends, hers has only just begun.

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