Challenge 77 "Scotch"

[DFelon204409]

Scotchy scotch scotch. I love scotch.

Scotch

verb.
1. To put an abrupt end to: The prime minister scotched the rumors of her illness with a public appearance.
2. To injure so as to render harmless.
3. To cut or score.

noun 1.
1. A surface cut or abrasion.
2. A line drawn on the ground, as one used in playing hopscotch.

noun 2.
1. (used with a pl. verb) The people of Scotland.
2. Scots English.
3. Scotch whisky.

adjective.
1. Scottish.
2. Tight with one's money; frugal.

[xKONRADx]

Originally Posted by pixiesfanyo

i hate posting after the large bundle of stickss.

and i hate posting before the bitches.
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Thank you Zeus, and Jesus too

swimming. drowning in a symphony of scotch as the elongated ovals, the ones tied together high- and alone in the bass clef, the ones more often called crayola, fall through the low cover of clouds. the reds and oranges of the longer wavelengths of the electromagnetic spectrum also bounce back down to illuminate the brain and rejuvinate it from its 2:30 am static decent. ah. i hope i will shortly be back. but dont hold your breath.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

Cloak and Dagger

[fast breathy whispers] The cold is inside me, something is behind this. I wish I wasn't here, but where else is there? What was it they said again? I cant remember, what's wrong with me? This cold inside me, I'm losing hope. There's nothing here for me. There's nothing here, there's nothing here. [/fast breathy whispers] GO.

Blue blood soaks a page covered by obsession and remorse,
Confessing the way my chest burns when you are near.
My body scotched by thoughtless emotions that drive
This pen to bleed with threnody, and scream for invitation, but you've never let me in.

It's so difficult to breathe when you're all choked up.
My lungs are withering, when can I get away?

Consciousness is just another way of saying
That you know you're still alive,
But when your heart reaches its final beats,
You'll begin to waiver, and close your eyes.
The worst thing you could do is say you didn't care.
Well I'll show you, I'll show you all that my affection isnt just
A flower, it's a rose with hardened thorns.
Prick your finger, milk the wound, watch my sorrow pour,
You ruined everything, I will not love you anymore.

[pixiesfanyo]

# 2

A gray tainted cloud cover
Glimpsed between her hairs
While a straw stuffed lover
Gives the other boys a scare

The silhouette of her wings
Paints his expression every dawn

Randomized disillusions
Stitched into water drips
Down a darkened hallway
Her confidence begins to slip

Moments of pleasure
Scotched in this scene

[Disco Dragon]

Shadows make for good company
Only if you loathe the sun
Stick your neck out into the light
For a chance to test your self-esteem
Just for it to be put onto the guillotine

I have slept through meteor showers
And no one bothered to stir me
Comatose through the event of my lifetime
And all I have to show is a random dream
To substitute for a better memory

Flashbulb memories
Forgotten friends
Days of twilight
All set the trend

Mistaken for an outcast all of my days
The signature beneath my flesh was written by another
But it was all in pretend, the ruse is over
Skin has been shed but my identity remains
I hoist my shell upon my back, buried beneath the rain

Like scotch on a wound
Unwanted, but necessary

Days dissolve
Onto a page
In a scrapbook
With just one face

[ta'ao]

The Lawyer's Song

long and dark and
deep sea green
eighteen years
(and single malt)
assumes the burden
of fault and fears
i'd worked so hard to aquire

what is that awful noise
about a movie?

a topaz lacquer
watercolour
clinks and glistens
(always listens)
this glass of liquor's
warm and nice
isn't that funny (because it's on ice)

ok ok. we'll go to a show.
lemme grab my jacket

long and wet cuz
an octopus jet
has wrapped it
in rain and romance
isn't that pretty?
the shriek and bang
are mute indiscretions (i've **** in my pants)

my head on the wheel
her head in my lap
some glenfiddich scotch
did the trick

i think tomorrow i'll be sick.

[Deathapalooza04]

Dwelling

my knees are wet
from kneeling at your tombstone
too tipsy on scotch
to drive, so I just walk home

the sky is changing
from black to blue
you would have loved
the colors, I would have too

if only I had known
half of what I know now
I would have changed

if only we had seen
what was happening
we could have changed

stumbling through what
was once our lawn
I look up at the house
it seems alive in the light of dawn

memories haunt every inch
of oak and plaster
memories of tears
memories of laughter

if only I had known
half of what I know now
I would have changed

if only we had seen
what was happening
we could have changed

sitting here alone
sinking in my sorrow
numbing my thoughts
as today becomes tomorrow

[CSD & the Soul Machines]

^ *cries*

[TrailOfTragedy]

There's No Need to Worry When We're All Dead

I can't remember the last time I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror.
Nor can I remember the last time I didn't wake up in the middle of night spitting up blood.
Ah yes, now I recall that I punched out my mirror a good two weeks ago in a fit of rage.
I'll be ****ed if I know what I was angry about but it's not that big of a deal.
The glass, though, has scotched the bottom of my feet raw and I refuse to clean up the crimson shrapnel mess.
I figure the more I tread on it the more I'll be immune to it.
That's the outlook on life everyone of us should have.
The more we go through and the more we put up with, the more we don't care.
The more we become immune to the non-important, non-vital things in our life.
The more we become immune to love.
The more we become immune to sex.
The more we become immune to our slow, thought-out decay.
Our simple passive-agressive ways have assured us all spots in hell but at least there we can smile.

[losersk8er032]

fell in your hole again
you made me stumble on my feet
the secretss in your closet leak out and choke me in my sleep
went behind my back
took a knife to cut my throat
you kissed me on the lips and left me comatosed

look where you've put me
I sit alone with my empty thoughts
how's let you trick and conquer me
lay me to rest while my body rots

wake me from this dream
cant you see your killing me
reinstate my sense of feeling so in darkness i can see
release me from this painful process
take me from the torture that you breathe
lure me not into temptation
i wont let you bring me down and watch my body bleed

what have i done to deserve this? whats this all about?
my lungs have filled with dust, the words just wont come out

wind me up and let me go
stare as i do turns and backflips for you
feed me words of prostitutes
put me back into your box of useless objects that you portray as pleasure for yourself

[i am the robots]

Taking something
Always for nothing
Not a scotch on my soul
But a wound that is deep
My soul it bleeds
I cannot breathe
Can't you just
Take it away

Always waiting far behind
Do you care? - Oh never mind
Why can't I see - Am I blind?
Somethings been taken - I cannot find

Burning deeply in your eyes
Failing abruptly as I trie
My mind has lost track
Of my happiness - Or my lack
There of - Cannot come back
Finally I let my pain go free
No more lies - I'll only be me

[metaliq]

One Bourbon

One Scotch

and

One Beer!

Prisoner Of The Coldest War

Hair in her face,
Like the last tattered soldier,
Away without leave
From the platoon's formation;
Seeking sweet refuge
Far from the dark untamed jungle,
In cabins exempt from the storm.

The foundation does
Little to hide her complexion,
Which tells of
The trauma from casualties of war,
As if scotches on porcelain,
Or a dead tree's dark branches perforating
Pure blue skies before bleeding them dry.

And her eyes are
The shrapnel that cascades my legs
As I attempt to move
On from the minefield I've lied in,
And I'm drowning,
As the medics issue the amphetamines;
Reason overcast by twilight's crimson clouds.

With the endorphines rushing
All four walls collapse,
Reveal barren fields endless
In every direction.
Alone and deserted
In infinite vacancy
Yet accompanied by her
In my delusive dreams.

But I will wake.

Returning to the grasping of
Dreams that aren't lasting;
Retreating the frontline,
A slave I'll remain.
Refusing to fight
My omnipotent captor,
Instead seeking faint sunshine
In the torrential rain.

[CSD & the Soul Machines]

"A Beautiful Day for Homocide"


Red eyes, always watching
Always plotting evil deeds
Careful dear, just be aware
I know exactly where you sleep

You were fun
But just for a while
My heart was scotched and drunk from spouting of blood
Time to paint you on the tile

There is no other option
No fix-it-all concoction
So breathe one last time
Enjoy the taste of life
Oblivious to creaking boards
And reflection off the knife

It couldn't be a more beautiful day
To get this out of the way

You're prettier now
We get along fine now
Glad that we could talk this out
Glad I cleared up any doubt
That I couldn't be without
You Glad that we could talk this out
were Glad I cleared up any doubt
the That I couldn't be without
best You were the best

Red floor, chalk-outlined
The site of evil deeds
This is where, we can share
Our plot; eternal sleep

There is no other option
No fix-it-all concoction
So breathe just one last time
Enjoy the taste of life
Oblivious to creaking boards
And reflection off the knife

It's such a perfect night
For a double homocide

[Linsey]

wait
dont ignore me like this
i can see your shoulders tense
whenever i speak
as though you cannot bear to listen

wait
do not leave me like this
i can see you wiping tears
from your scotched face
as though you dont want me to know

you never say what you mean
you never tell me how you feel
so why should i believe you
screaming you dont love me
you dont love me

wait
supress your anger now
i can see this spiralling
out of control
and im not strong enough for this

wait
because i shouldnt have to lose you like this

if you never say what you mean
and you never tell me how you feel
why should i believe you
screaming you dont love me
you dont love me

[chips88]

It's just in my head
I keep telling myself
But I keep wishing she was dead
Every smile that she throws at me
Doesnt seem to be heartfelt
It feels more like a dagger
It's so fake

Being truthful never was her forte
so we keep up the act
but not if I can help it
I'm tearing the script to shreads, to hell with it
I always knew this was a disaster


She better pray for mercy,
cause this bottle of scotch I've been sipping
is going down her throat
the hate and angst is coursing its way through my veins
it will feel good, I guarantee it
oh how that magnificent liquid is gonna burn
what a wonderful experience
she better enjoy it too
that ungrateful wretch
if I've put up with the feeling for years,
I think a couple minutes shouldn't be too stressful
you're an alcoholic anyways


not really that good i made it real fast cause today is the last day to enter?

[ATC]

SCHIZOTHYME

we're sorry for every lie that's been told
while you were sleeping
Dont hold words against the silent
we've only said them in our heads
I told them you keep your heart in a pillowcase
and your eyebrows turn red at dawn
We never remember what was said
but we aim to forget.

We've appeased everyone who hurt
and wished that they would die
Dont hold thoughts against the infinite
we've only heard them in your head
I exchanged fairy tales with the king of cheese
and painted shadows on his walls
Now the cheese tastes like satin sheets
And i'd rather be in bed.

We've lived inside your painted walls
and dream for you and China
But the Chinese dont know greater walls
and Mandarin's ....
I played aloud with your fragile eyes
and drank your poisoned scotch
I dont remember taste or sight
But i can hear for two

Sentience
Obeisance
deliverance for us all.

Let us make up your mind.
Let us think for you.