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I Married A ZombieI Married A Zombie
"Tatiana, are you sure this is for the best?"
The younger woman sighs, placing her teacup and saucer down on the elegant coffee table in front of them. "Mother," she says rather crossly, "I know what I'm doing."
"It's just..." Shirley glances to the corner of the room, where her daughter's new husband is chained to the wall. "I have to wonder how suited the two of you are to each other..."
"We're perfectly suited for each other, Mother." Tatiana follows her mother's gaze over to the man moaning in the corner. "Besides, I love Jonathan."
"I'm aware," Shirley responds, her voice tense. "But is he even the man you married anymore?"
"Of course he is!" Tatiana's eyes soften upon her husband's struggling form. "So he looks a bit different; it doesn't change who he is on the inside."
"Darling, his insides are rotting, too," Shirley says, cringing a bit when Jonathan lets loose a particularly loud, guttural moan.
"You worry too much!" An airy laugh slips past
A New PetI brought home a new pet today!
I decided to call him Samuel, after my Grandpa, because that's who he reminded me of!
Usually, Mom really likes it when I bring home a new pet. I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up, and she says that helping strays is a good way to practice, so I'll be a step ahead of the rest of the class when I go to school for it.
But this time, she wasn't excited.
She screamed, and ran away from my new pet the second she saw it.
But he didn't like that.
He followed her all around the house, eventually cornering her in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
"That's not an okay thing to do, Samuel," I sighed to him as I watched him gnaw on her skull a few hours later. "Good pets don't eat their owner's parent's brains."
I guess I can see why Mom was upset.
Maybe bringing home my zombiefied Grandpa wasn't a very good idea.
A Most Romantic Poem For My DarlingA Most Romantic Poem For My Darling
I'm not a romantic
Don't ask me to be
But here is a poem
Written by me:
Roses are red
Burnt flesh is black
I hope you die
In a zombie attack
Rapunzel, RapunzelDreaming of her rescue
Rapunzel sat in her tower
Day after day
And hour after hour
Her hope washed away
As the days turned to years
Her cheeks every day
Were dampened with tears
And so Rapunzel let down her hair
From her prison finally free
Her lovely corpse hanging
From her hair for all to see
The Luxury Will Kill YouThe Luxury Will Kill You
That noose around your neck is awfully pretty
Encrusted in diamonds and pearls
But it seems to be getting tighter
And it never will unfurl
Enjoy life while you can
For it soon will be bereft
At the rate you're going now
You don't have much time left
Living the life of luxury
Isn't all it's cracked up to be
That noose isn't gold and jewels
It's composed of gluttony
She wears razors in her hair
And scissors strapped to her hands
Her dress is made of shattered glass
And her shoes are railroad spikes
She died years ago
Yet she's still here to do her duty
She's protect the innocent always!
He covers himself in leather
And bullet casings
He carries a switchblade
And several broken bottles
He died with her
But his duty will not go undone
He'll destroy the weak always!
They are one
Yet they are not
And when they meet in battle
Their world will end
So will ours
Flip the SwitchI can feel him
Rooting around in the back of my mind
He's looking for something
If he can flip it
It'll be trouble
I left that side of myself behind years ago
Back in Berlin
Back in the 1940s
It's been twenty years since I left
But that side of me has reappeared
Picking through my brain
Bringing up old memories
There are others like me here
Monsters who killed for their leader
Believing it to be the salvation of our country
They have changed, though
They are kind now
They are normal
They are hidden away, as I am
They are anonymous
Just like me
Wandering aimlessly around Buenos Aires
Fading into a harmless existence
Harmlessness isn't for me
I'm violent by nature
A pure sadist
And I've no reason to hide it
So I let him flip the switch
And I regain my identity
The SS officer I once was
All hidden within my anonymity
What's the harm in one little murder
When no one even knows who I am?
We Told You Not To Do It"Don't do it!"
The school could do nothing as they watched Frank the catfish unwittingly swim into the pet shop owner's net.
It was a normal occurrence for that horrid man to take the catfish away from their siblings, and Frank's dear brothers and sisters were generally used to it.
The wording on the front of the customer's shirt was rather frightening to them, though.
It read, in bright blue letters: Al's Catfish Shack.
Beneath it, the most terrifying words of all: Best fried catfish in town!
PrideAs I step up to the gate, a sense of overwhelming pride rushes through me.
This pride is not something that came without effort. I devoted the best years of my life to this place, serving my country, my family, my ideals. I gave up the first half of my life in the pursuit of what I believed at the time to be the right thing.
The second half of my life, however, was devoted to repenting for the sins of the first half. What I believed to be right was, in fact, terribly wrong, and try as I might, I will never be able to set things right.
I now put my heart and soul into helping those I had originally tried to destroy. Relatives, loved one of the dead, most reluctant to receive help from one such as myself.
Despite their initial scorn, Ive done my best, and they eventually came to accept me, to accept my help and my countless apologies for the harm I had caused them.
I try my best to spread the word of what happened to the newer generation, and as I lead the day's first tour group in
I am but a lonely dreamerLosing my family, my love, my home
a part of me faded
yet faded into the palest bone.
I was like the angel
of the palest stone
searching for the heavens
yet knowing i was alone.
This lonely eve
by lonely dreams
Only me dreaming
of dreams the deepest.
Crying a hundred... no a thousand
Was this the final chapter
or another to the distant near
to be at rock-bottom
is that the path to disappear.
i am but a lonely dreamer
and my heart slips deeper than first appeared.
No Place Like HomeLooks like I'm back again,
I went around the world wide
And now I'm going to confide
That there is no place like home.
Had some shits, had some giggles,
Had some smiles and some tears
I got young and aged by years;
But there is still no place like home.
I left everyone behind,
I left myself back here too
And I've missed all of you,
Because there is no place like home.
LifeWhen visions came up my mind
And passion took over my heart
I have decided what I wanted
To live with dreams that I have
Being free from oneself
Opening the eyes of my heart
Not skipping any moment
Seeing things once in my sight
Falling in love
Flying like a dove
Living a meaningful life
WordsThe sharpest weapon
A poison for the soul
A tongue creating daggers
Sending them straight through the heart
You can patch up a wound
Cure an illness
And heal your body
But you can’t take back
The vibrations in the air
Created by your vocal chords
And the damage they do
And sometimes it can be lethal.
Poem For the Man - (Sara)I can tell your eyes beam when you speak of her.
I can tell your heart aches like a rotting casket every time
I ask of her, but I know I have to. Because agony
often needs prompting if you're ever to begin the process of
unbinding the girdles wrapped about your knees.
I know your knees are heavy;
because your voice stumbled and buckled on the first hello
like you tripped over a dead body that had only ever
lived with regret;
because you paused and I felt the walls of your what if's and should have's
bump against my own like straining helium balloons.
I know colours and elasticity are just fanfares, another layer
of watered-down paint.
I know your soul bakes like it's still laid flat in Phoenix,
rusted, waiting to be ironed "man" again;
that the layers of your skin shrink and shrivel like bark
gasping to peeled from the sunburned surface of a tree;
that the lines on your palms seem to tally all the things you
have ceased to have done;
that the lines kissing each corner of
Love AgainLove Again
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
RainYou stand here in
this somber place,
the rain pelting
your sorrowed face
I think about
how you do feign,
as your salty tears
mix with the rain
And as your lips drip
with bitter sorrow,
I desire for you
a better tomorrow
The Infinite Word ForgeI swing a feather-light hammer
Upon an anvil of canvas
Scarred with rejected words
My forge is one of wood
Alight with cold flames
Fed by coals of dust
The pale glow illuminates my work
Feeble as paper
Yet strong as stone
I lay my tools aside
I breathe life into my creation
I watch it grow beyond me
This is how the forge works
This is where I create worlds unimaginable
I Read Her Like A BookI read her like a book.
Her body doesn't lie.
I read her subtle looks,
the changes in her eyes.
I read the poetry of her smile;
the stories on her thighs.
I read her joy from down the aisle.
I'm so happy, I could fly.
I see her scarlet blush,
as I read her words aloud.
I love her. Never too much.
Forever, we have vowed.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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