Challenge 83 - Terror

ter·ror
n.

1. Intense, overpowering fear.
2. One that instills intense fear: a rabid dog that became the terror of the neighborhood.
3. The ability to instill intense fear: the terror of jackboots pounding down the street.
4. Violence committed or threatened by a group to intimidate or coerce a population, as for military or political purposes.
5. Informal. An annoying or intolerable pest: that little terror of a child.

Also accepted are terrify and its variations (other than terrific).

[pixiesfanyo]

neat, niggot.

[DFelon204409]

hahaahh terror

[RunAmokRampant]

Equilibrist

Death chooses to deceive on lame legs
And stands stark in stalking black
On a tightrope over a rushing red river
The ends tied to your pleading whims
Your heart is held in quivering hands
With a wry smile suggesting a hidden agenda
A portrayal of what you've done
He reflects the terror you've shown before

All too well he knows
What is there left to do
When asking for forgiveness
Is not an option?

A cloaked mist bars no excuse for the blind
He's worked you out that's for sure
Ebony fingers stretch out over the current
As your hand uncovers your mouth
Words are like wind to hear your voice
Useless to be assured
And a waste of breath

Repercussions of your actions
Are like insurance for his own
Taunting you without a spoken word
Say what you will to please
He has no ears to be subdued
By your lapdog tongue of sycophancy

Scrambling down past the wallowing bank
Wading through the blackening river
With one hand to keep your balance
The other to reach out to catch
A heart without its soul
With a place nowhere to go

A misjudgement to a drop in the water
Your hands plunge in deep for redemption
Its what you assume is precious
As the illusion of refraction is elusively deceptive
That is woven from the light way up high
And denies you to capture

To be left to wander while he waits on the edge
Watching you fall face flat in the riverbed
As judgement wakes from hibernation is delivered

[super deluxe]

If pixhisbuttyo likes this word, then I am sworn against it.

[coheneran]

Here's my beautiful entry, though when trying to sing it, I humiliated myself and fel;t great shame, as it only seems to fit into rap:

Terrorism

Is terrorism you and me?
Or in the name of liberty?
Is terrorism fantasy?
Or a way to fill up casualty?
Is it fighting for what's right?
Or is it darkness versus light?

As global bullies take control,
And steal a country's lunch money,
Nothing to do but speak your mind,
Climb a clock-tower and shoot the land,
That'll show 'em the terrorists are all around,

Does shouting "Freedom!" make me mad?
A dirty commie from Leningrad,
Does drilling oil fields make me rad?
A rich old man tuxedo-clad,
Does picking poppies make me bad?
A poison-pusher lookin' after dad,

You and I are terrorists,
Who live in secure liberty,
Terror is reality,
In a world of medi-technology,
What's right is sometimes wrong,
The men of darkness' eyes are stung,

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

TERROR, PH33R IT! :E

An entry? Most definitely.

White Wine

Now she's spread out on her bed,
She's begging me to join her.
"A few glasses of wine never hurt."

It's the middle of the night.
She tells me all her fears;
What it's like to be lost in a big city,
How it felt when her mother died,
For someone you care about to leave.
New York City sky line glows,
I feel her press into me.
As we take off our clothes,
And slip into the heat,
Nighttime terrors and painful memories,
Fade out in her soft release.
She fell asleep so peacefully.

The sun came up and took my place.
I had left before she could wake.
The music we left playing faded out,
A silence that filled the house.
It was such a beautiful morning,
And she woke up still undressed.
Her cries, a tender love confessed,
The ones that I'd never catch.
Those notes that can only come,
When a piano key's depressed.

[theredwonder]

First challenge. Kind of short but meh


Cold Blooded Talker

I watch this slide down your neck
Back away as it reaches your chest
Don't swallow your terror
Allow a scream for my departure

Do i instill so much fear?
Wait, don't answer so convincingly
There's a chance i can handle a lie
But harsh truths make me question beauty

Pale faced, blotched in icy red
You're a cold blooded talker, my sweet
Protests chill my every dream

Do you welcome my goodbye kiss?
Always release the final breath?
For as i falter at the door
You chance a prayer, i leave, you're blessed

Then while you cleanse your tainted skin
Dismiss the love left in the air
I entertain the evening shadows
With tales of terror, straight from your lips

Pale faced, blotched in icy red
You're a cold blooded talker, my sweet
Protests chill my every dream

[CSD & the Soul Machines]

"And Then There Was Dancing"

The fissure parted with lava-breath
Transposed to History books, its part of an ongoing heresy
And the world was devoured by the conflagration
That consumed and carried on well past point B

Now music fills the ears of the young
And the rivers cascade liquor over rocks
Each length the strength of a Rhinocerous charge
He arrived with a bang that splintered the docks

The land mines were merely fireworks
Praising with flashes in shades of red
That triggered the immediate gathering of palms
To lay before the feet of the beast

The fissure parted with lava-breath
That sprinkled scars among his people
Gently reminding them with each subtle move
Your weak hearts are nothing to the terror of evil

[Fatt Sorum]

Guilty
Verse 1:
Dead Bodies
Staring slowly at the sky
Making deals with the gods
So they can live and I can die

Screaming softly
Been there since December
Try to put away my terrors
But I always will remember

Chorus:
I just can't help it
I'm guilty as can be
I can’t forget you
You can’t forget me
Just sitting in the middle
No food water or sleep
Your being so stupid,
That nothing is what it seemed

Verse 2:
Killer, killer
Shots all through the night
Can’t walk into a bar
And leave without a fight

Guys sitting next to me
They pissed me off as well
My overwhelming anger killed them
Now they rot in hell

Chorus:
I just can't help it
I'm guilty as can be
I trying to forget you
Is there something wrong with me?
I’m sitting in the middle
Lacking of some sleep
Since you still are living,
I know I’m not redeemed

Verse 3:
Dead Bodies
Staring slowly at the sky
Making deals with the gods
So they can live and I can die

Screaming softly
Seems like it’s forever
Their hopeless screams surrounding me
I always will remember

[Nightvision]

"Commitment Is A Four-Letter Word"

Wake up, your laboured breathing
has kept me awake for what feels like days,
and these frightened eyes aren't fooling anyone.
not such frightened eyes.

Slow down, your white-knuckle dreaming
weighs heavier on me than I think you know.
and this terrified silence won't hold forever.
oh, what terrified silence.

This microcosm of your hopes and dreams
bathed in a tired streetlamp's glow.
If only trust could be rebuilt as quickly
as teenage hearts from their summer romances.

Let's see out these last few hours
in the pale reflections of everything
we've learned today and lost tomorrow.
But we've learned today.

This microcosm of your hopes and dreams
bathed in a tired streetlamp's glow.
If only trust could be rebuilt as quickly
as teenage hearts from their summer romances.

But we've learned today,
oh, how much we learned.

[Necroses-bass]

Feels a gothic tune coming up





Queen of sorrow

Scarlet eyes in the darkness
tormenting terror. piercing pain
No birds. Only the silence
you're lost forever in her realm
She sweeps down with terrifying beauty
Her skin fairer than the snow
As all your fear seems to go
She masks her fearsome cruelty

But when she embraces,
Your heart turns to stone
You're lost forever,
You're all alone

Sweet words are a medicine,
For all the pain from the journey
She offers a place to rest
a place to take off your byrnie
Her white court is perfect
sun shining on a a willow
As long as you don't expect
To dwell here with sorrow

But when she embraces,
Your heart turns to stone
You're lost forever,
You're all alone

[i_mine_cor]

A ways down... but still a spot. It'll do.

[metaliq]

I don't like this word...

[LivingDeadBoy]

Reversing, on live channels. make me a saint,
A little make-up never hurt a master of disguise,
In theory, my terror unexplained,
So cover hands with gloves, those made of lies...

CHORUS
World politics, the honor of one's land,
When bombs fly over children, fast,
World politics, Soldiers facing saints,
My words, soon bullets, penetrating hearts

Save me time, and clothe your eyes,
Manage free speech, TV is mine,
Opiate for the world, just bit of lies,
Fake smiles, dull bright eyes.

Turned your back to the transformation,
Lived, through death of the new generation,
Tell stories to children when society's gone loon,
Once atomic bomb peaked human nation

CHORUS
World politics, the honor of one's land,
When bombs fly over children, fast,
World politics, Soldiers facing saints,
My words, soon bullets, penetrating hearts

Reversing, on live channels. make me a saint,
A little make-up never hurt a master of disguise,
In theory, my terror unexplained,
So cover hands with gloves, those made of lies...

[Captain Pugwash]

this is d0ped0g btw
i might change this song... i might not.

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ANTEMATH ANTHEM
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As we stand in reform and regret
Above the zero-hour prophecies we forget
Did the world end tomorrow, despite the lack of proof
Of the frontline of fate that surely stilts the truth

And as we lay in demise and despair
Below the zero-hour epipanies we long to share
Lost in the consequence of future disdain
As flasks of frozen tears bottle the pain

If there's something we should learn from this
Is to conceal each moment with a kiss
How else will we know wether we're alive or dead
Trust your heart, and not your head

Lets rip out our eyesockets
Lets all run blind
Then you'll see whats coming
As whats coming's left behind

Lets all block our ears
To these shrieking sighs.
This cacophany of whispers
Speaks conspiricies of lies.

If there's something we should learn from this
Is to conceal each moment with a kiss
How else will we know wether we're alive or dead
Trust your heart, and not your head

Who binds this bible?
Within the terror of a trance...
Who predicts this prefacy?
Booked years in advance...

[k.s.e.]

Silently,Hauntingly

The glow has passed in this ghost
a presence taken for more than a glance
as i struggle to bring
reason to your absence
you've swayed all meaning for memory
even if you're without reason
silence will always depress your being to me

Her style progresses down every
quarter of this grave
in my mind
the echoes mix with the sky
while she dies in the same fashion
as everyone else
in my mind
there is something more to you
replacing me

Everything passed is silenced
wasted in the times I disregard
fault is my vice to this
darkness between
that is the terror you left behind
where you let me be apart
of your miracle
a depth so easily fallen into

A midnight ritual
repeated a thousand times
hauntingly blind...
still not enough for you to remember

Etch another reminder on the arm one last time
against all the walls you created for me
your death has closed me in
despite all my chances

Let me remember our nights one last time
decide to start your memory from the beginning
3 years faded, please be around
to let me be blamed for something

[ATC]

THE SEEKING PLACE

There is nothing more here for you
(You know this to be true)
Than to just breathe
And sink
Sink
Sink in the quicksand of respiration.

Someday you will wake
And even the air will make sense,
And the water will flow right through you.

If you would wait long enough
Maybe climb high enough,
It just has to make sense.
I see your secret in the signature.

Then will you remember words and
Sounds until they are shapes
And echo through a vast corridor.
You are only free when you..
You are only free if you..

Someday you will wake
And even the air will make sense,
And the water will flow right through you.

The exact spot where the land ends
And the sea begins is the only thing
Richer than you.

Hold on if you need to,
But blindly, gently.

The danger is past.
The terror is due.

[6945]

Time out of Mind

Slipping back to consciousness
The terror grips my skin
The night is pitching violently
Coerced by shrieking winds
Replay clouds my vision
Days roll by so fast
Why must my nous desert me
I’m lashed helpless to the past

Lamenting when…first I had
The strength in my own hands
To fill the roll so eagerly
And forge disparaged plans
Now my seas turned heavy
And I just…I just don’t understand
How could my muse desert me
When I need…I need a guiding hand

Call out for direction
But there’s no one there to hear
Beg for vindication
From the theater of absurd
Taste the spray of Lethe as
The maelstrom draws near
Cry out supplication but
No one’s there to hear

[Mango]

Shadows in the dark, stirring round
Your fears are overblown by the terrors of the night,
The terrors of your mind
Monsters in your conscious
Coming through your thoughts
Shadows imitating your deep doubts

Shadows of night, running
Terrors of darkness, stirring
Doubt and worry from within
Coming out in the dim

Laying in the bed
Yearning for the safety of sleep
Mind know there is nothing to fear
Except itself is transposed in the darkness from within
From the bowels of your inner thoughts
From the nightmares of your head