Challenge 78 - Tirade

11-11-2004, 09:31 AM

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 · 11-11-2004, 10:24 AM

Peas?

***DFelon204409*** · 11-11-2004, 01:23 PM

Subtle picks the worst words.

A_Perfect_Sonnet · 11-11-2004, 02:12 PM

not entering

CSD & the Soul Machines · 11-15-2004, 03:34 PM

*says something witty and you all laugh*

~~i am the robots~~ · 11-16-2004, 08:04 PM

"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*** · 11-17-2004, 10:11 PM

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 · 11-18-2004, 05:52 AM

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 · 11-19-2004, 06:40 AM

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 · 11-19-2004, 11:45 AM

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 · 11-21-2004, 12:05 AM

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

11-11-2004, 09:31 AM	#1
SubtleDagger Guest Posts: n/a	Challenge 78 - Tirade 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.

11-11-2004, 10:24 AM	#2
pixiesfanyo huffing & puffing Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: idyllwild, ca Posts: 17,787	Peas?
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11-11-2004, 01:23 PM	#3
*DFelon204409* i want tha gold Supermod Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: San Francisco Posts: 14,905	Subtle picks the worst words.
	Digging: Dead to Me - African Elephants

11-11-2004, 02:12 PM	#4
A_Perfect_Sonnet Greyskull Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Winchester, VA Posts: 4,039	not entering Last edited by A_Perfect_Sonnet; 11-20-2004 at 02:42 PM.

11-16-2004, 08:04 PM	#6
~~i am the robots~~ Banned Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: hello, upside down train in the river Posts: 30,982	"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.
	Digging: And We Danced - The Koppenheffer Sessions

11-15-2004, 03:34 PM	#5
CSD & the Soul Machines MX Linkmaster. Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Mr. Foley's Hindquarters Posts: 1,942	says something witty and you all laugh

11-17-2004, 10:11 PM	#7
*Permanent Solution* Feb. PPOTM \m/ Moderator Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: In a theater near you Posts: 43,306	Addictive Personality 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 Last edited by Permanent Solution; 11-19-2004 at 11:59 AM.

11-18-2004, 05:52 AM	#8
ATC Thru leaves,over bridges Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Vancouver, BC Posts: 6,746	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?

11-19-2004, 06:40 AM	#9
RunAmokRampant Planeteer 4 life Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Melbourne, Australia Posts: 4,463	Scotch Fingers 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 Last edited by RunAmokRampant; 11-20-2004 at 05:10 AM.
	Digging: Daitro - Y

11-19-2004, 11:45 AM	#10
6945 Registered User Join Date: Aug 2004 Posts: 109	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 Last edited by 6945; 11-19-2004 at 01:38 PM.

11-21-2004, 12:05 AM	#11
Disco Dragon Bananas in pajamas... Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Iowa Posts: 561	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 Last edited by Disco Dragon; 11-21-2004 at 12:08 AM.

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