Challenge 78 - Tirade

[SubtleDagger]

Sup nig.

tirade - n.
A long angry or violent speech, usually of a censorious or denunciatory nature; a diatribe.

DQ'ed people are mentioned in the last challenge's replies thread by Konny.

[pixiesfanyo]

Peas?

[DFelon204409]

Subtle picks the worst words.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

not entering

[CSD & the Soul Machines]

*says something witty and you all laugh*

[i am the robots]

"The Elite"

Stuck in a constant tirade
A lost army of innumerable souls
The lost hearts parade
Their eyes are frozen pools
Mountains of death
Towers of hate
Lost in the army of dead
Believing that "the elite" is their only fate

I'm Jewish and Polish, and I was at the Holocaust Museum yesterday. So I'm kinda disturbed, I saw my last name 6 times in one pannel on the wall that listed people killed in the Holocaust.

[Permanent Solution]

The pressure builds inside, perturbing images interrupt
Rippling countenance marred by a sullied complexion
Proclamations reverberate in an barren skull, corrupt
Awful resonance pervades, shrieks no musings can disrupt
Anguish, rooted in a torture commonly known as perfection

Whispers, subtle suggestions for an supercilious existence
Like an acidic solution boring a hole into the heart of the soul
Plagued by a demonic suggestion of dogged persistence
Despite these demands, the current faces staunch resistance
Hostile intentions still wound, the agony is not easily dulled

The cool steel releases the tension
Deranged, suffocatingly addictive routine
Sadistic mix of sanguine and saline
Quell and satiate the apprehension

Flares up again, the condemning flames of self mutilation
Cower ‘neath the blanket, cover worn like a loose blouse
Isolated conflict in the psyche, escape will never find satiation
For the best efforts in the fight, the reward is brutal retaliation
Submerged in the river of insanity, a spirit in psychosis doused

The cool steel releases the tension
Deranged, suffocatingly addictive routine
Sadistic mix of sanguine and saline
Quell and satiate the apprehension

It doesn’t hurt, not anymore
Shock in the arm, mental submission
Wicked contours, sadistic scores
Gallant tirade, calming omission

The cool steel releases the tension
Deranged, suffocatingly addictive routine
Sadistic mix of sanguine and saline
Quell and satiate the apprehension

Cauterized and sterilized, the pain begins to gradually recede
Episode conclusion, the cycle begins where it once completed
The fever rises in restrained fervor, uselessly soothing need
When woe surmounts the obstacles, the apparition must concede
Prideful victor suppresses the damned meek, his gait conceited

[ATC]

DIS tant

Silverfish writhe on page three,
embossed in sepia passions.
Photogenia's not their muse.
Yet the cat is curiosity.
Thunderdrops mark his covenant
which lightning refused to see
They're done with their tirade, yet
Its so hard to crack a smile.

Hey you,look away
You dont want this
On your
profile

Some lovers're frozen and dog-eared
But he suggests you let them sleep.
You're just not Jesus enough
to let them look back at salt.
He dropped a candle where its burnt.
It takes much more, oh so much more
To take the library out of a book.
Its still so hard to crack a smile.

Hey,you
Look away.
You dont want this
On your Resume.

Nine for Dante.
How many for you?

[RunAmokRampant]

I dont usually do pieces like this but I wanted to try something a bit different as a first entry. I missed out on the last challenge and had made this entry for it. I just placed it in this one with the new word included


(note: for those who dont know a scotch finger is two biscuits that are joined together and meant to be broken)


I love to snap my scotch fingers in half
Don't really know why they needed to be broken yet
Do they really want to be . . . separated?
When their destiny results the same

Do they deserve what they don't really want?
How would I know I just broke them in two
Without a second thought to what they may desire
I eat them the same
Only difference is
One in each hand

There is a line straight down between them
Connected without a question or sigh
Connected together side by side
Don't have to depend on displaying a manifestation of love
Isn't that quite enough?

Do they cheat on each other?
Will they lie to each other?
Maybe they might treat each other with full contempt
Like a lost family within a de facto marriage
Only there for the kids
Treat the situation with a half empty glass

A heated tirade begins to mount
Questioning obligations have begun to arise
But one look in their naive little eyes
Keeps them from falling apart
They keep them in a small circle of innocence
Trying to keep away the complexities of life
Flailing sense of reason is beyond their own sight
Supposed to protect?
Supposed to support?
Not to face each other
To oppose one another
Retaliate against their god given nature
They made a commitment
But cannot deliver
Regretful reluctant givers of life
Why do they remain together?

Supposed to protect?
Supposed to support?
Opposed to fall
Exposed to a brick wall
Inadvertently they made for themselves

Only together for the kids
They misunderstood
Missed the lines of the fine small print
That's why I love my butter scotch fingers
Break them in half or they'll be sorry
Because in doing so, they'll avoid their own folly

[6945]

Inroads to the psyche, procured actions of the frail
Lost interest in pursuing, is to lose the same as fail?
Slide on rails northward, but not running from convictions
The intenseness of the moment, melts away all resistance

Linger behind by the doorway
Feel the tirade penetrate
Conflict inspires lazy,
On you’re words I’ll contemplate

In a moment of time
Kinesis unwinds
All the reasons we could find
To remain

Unmistakable signs, to
Unstable designs
In the heart we are blind
To resign

Intrusions into august, devoured by the fall
Forcing is the reason, is it better to allow?
Alone in isolation, excursions of the mind
Each breath bringing closer, to a response in kind

Linger behind by the doorway
Feel the tirade penetrate
Conflict inspires lazy,
On you’re words I’ll contemplate

[Disco Dragon]

eh, why not?.............


"Safe to Say I'm Saved"

Step off a cliff without looking down
While my eyes are in the clouds
My body is in the bushes

He is nowhere to be found
Not a shiver of movement or a whisper of sound

They say naysay to my savior
Doubtful with mouths full of wisdom
For pain’s sake I’ll mistake their arrogance
For a thoughtless deliverance to my kingdom

I have rescued my redeemer frequently
A habit he’s in no hurry to break
He suffocates me with his distance

The long silences I always hated
Invaded by the tirade that leaves me degraded

One day my hand will not be beneath him
And will he save himself from falling?

Liberated from his pulse
Halo withheld for treason
Involvement wants to leave him
Silenced for a reason