Challenge 90 - Feral

fe·ral (fîrl, fr-)
adj.

1.
a. Existing in a wild or untamed state.
b. Having returned to an untamed state from domestication.

2. Of or suggestive of a wild animal; savage: a feral grin.

Righto, chaps.

[DFelon204409]

An impressionist painting
Sunburned flecks of skin husked off your face
I've seen this portrait whitewashed before
So turn, and freckle with disgrace

Your grin hides fossils
Unwilling to be obtained
There are clawmarks etching the furrows
Where something feral had once been.

Now I've stepped back
And dropped my chisel to the ground
A body now immutable
Monolithic
No resound

[bowl of oranges]

It will be worth it, i swear it will.

The thug bared his feral fist,
and threw it through the window,
his menace brought out blood.
As the crack faded into silence,
a humble glow, flowed from an angel
turning harsh fragments to petals.

Hand hurried to back, to release a stark cold barrel.
But a bullet, however swift, held no match,
for the power of the light,
feet hurried to run, to release the thug from his fate.

Deprived of such beaches and flowers,
sunsets giving us an essence of heaven,
delicate smiles from unladen lives.

A killers fate, is dark.
You left me empty, so that's how you'll remain,
it's hard to replace a best friend,
harder still to replace a soul,
of which one guilty of slaughter is clearly in need of.

But maybe god loves you enough,
i can't say, i can just hope,
we'll be able to taste the sweet,
the joy of a life of such glory,
such we're not even able to comprehend,
like the stars in the sky,
which out number the grains of sand on soft beaches.

So however we try, and study out our thoughts,
still we will crave,
a knowledge deeper, flourishing wisdom much stronger.

But i feel this, radiating from my heart,
the trip we're on, the pain we suffer,
every tear that falls heavy from our face,

It will be worth it.
Just to meet him.
I swear it will.

[ITRIEDVOODOOONCE]

Catalysts/TurningHandles

Keep the knife in the table, first to come first to serve.
When words are bullets we will aerate these paper thin walls.
Keep your voice low, they must not recognize the truth behind shut doors.
We are perfect in their eyes, they must never see the tears we shed.
We become feral when encaged, civil when noticed.
Flowers grow studs when of this tainted seed.
This perfection is publicity,
And oh I will take the regretful to soak in this limelight.
We shall whisper fear into each other as we waltz in perfect step.
The routine is so mundane my sweet.
Intimidate, Accentuate, Recuperate, Reload.
Im sorry my sweet, I thought we were alone.

[pixiesfanyo]

i eat shit like u 4 breakfast

[Disco Dragon]

I threatened to leave you
And you threatened me with suicide
I drive by your ghost and wave goodbye

To the city that never sleeps
Perfect streets seen through bloodshot eyes
Without a restful look you’re hypnotized

I remember those days

Romance
You seduced my love
And you danced with me until the sun came up
But you had such awkward feet

I two-stepped out of your way
A feral move to anyone sane of mind
But you’re an unnatural one of a sickly kind

Here’s to wishing for malevolence
Being kind has me wanting violence

I’ll trade you my angel
For a piece of your Beelzebub
I’ve waited patiently for an evil touch

Romance
You murdered my love
With a stroke of your lips and a slip of your tongue
You had me on the tips of my toes

Skipping to your cemetery
Carrying repent for the days you’ve been dead
While I’ve been selfish, laying lifeless in bed

A sudden role reversal
I tried to kiss your cheek once more
But you had locked your casket’s door

Now I don’t know how to say this
Because I can’t communicate with the dead
But I’ll say sorry once again
And hope you’re thinking it too

[Necroses-bass]

Narrative poetry from the dutch one.

NOTE: I AM NOT RELIGIOUS, i just take an interest for religion.

if you'rs familiar with the bible , Revelation chapter 16 you'll recognise this being about the seven bowls of wrath, same theme as some lyrics i wrote previously for an album but we scrapped them together with the album and the whole band.
(i am aware that stanza 2 and 3 are quite similar but i didn't want to break the idea of having 1 stanza for each event.

Sores on skin
piercing pain
essence of death
lingers as men suffer.

The moon rises
over the red seas
its creatures splashed
on the bleeding shores

The third bowl turned
rivers to blood
"you are just in these judgements
you who are and who were the holy one"

The sun grew,
With the power to scorch
boil your blood
scorch marked skin*

the fifth bowl
destroyed the beast and its reign
their master is now gone
man gnawed in pain

The river euphrates died
and three feral spirits were awoken
"behold i come like a thief!
blessed is he who stays awake and keeps
his clothes with him, so that he may not
go naked and be shamefully exposed"
all men were ready to fight at armageddon

"The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, peaks of thunder and a severe earthquake. No earthwuake has ever occurred since man has been on earth, so tremendous was the quake the great city split into three and collapsed"






*'scorched marked skin' refers to a song i wrote which is about how the beast of the earth and the sea set up their reign which is supposed to be some sort of hell.
They chose their servants and marked them with 666 on their skin. the pain (mildly) described in the song was only pain the marked men could feel as a punishment from God.
At least it says not that it has ever happend or doubt it will happen, apart from the scorched skin because were gonna nuke ourselves anyway.

some bits might not make sense but as i said if you've read that part of the bible it will make sense

[RunAmokRampant]

subject to change...


White Picket Fence

At the low end of town,
buildings stand derelict yet stable straight,
with beautiful communities that hold luxuries only nibbled.
Luxuries that should be deserved for granted,
that are preciously shared in tight knit groups.
Struggling but holding.

Yet the hooked beak always finds a weakness.
Searching for the soft center to unleash the massacre.

The differential makes all the difference,
and soon the scales will tip with the weight of fear,
and divide society into pieces.

One feral look and a violent reaction,
and then they begin to fall in line,
white picket fences surrounding beautiful communities,
encountering drive-by’s with open bibles,
reciting what they want to say,
reciting what they think,
holding burning crosses and blind faith close to their hearts.

Coming closer to draw out the colour,
in between the lines.

Faceless clowns with masks to avoid the pressure of perception,
hiding shame and identity in an overblown genocide design,
with dishevelled compassion.

And suddenly the hyperbole revealed the reality.

[bisnotch]

Lifestyles of the Lame and Fameless(I despise good charlotte by the way)

You’re a petrified piece of wood,
In a feral forest of fallen trees,
And you’ve grown fragile from age,
And blackened through the years.
Your remains are scattered on the ground,
Amongst the discarded hearts still beating,
And true loves you claimed to have found.
Second thoughts and forget-me-nots.
Accusations and withheld doubts.
You always were kind of paranoid.
You are redundant as suicide
In the death bed of a cancer patient,
And duller than the waxy tiles,
That this hospital bed rests on.
Is that the light or is that your eyes
That are piercing me with my name?
It’s just a lost SOS call
Cause this ship is sinking.
Men overboard swimming for freedom,
Cause survival has become so scene.
Stranded on this island,
Of vividly remembered dreams.
Every dream has a wormhole,
That you chance getting sucked in,
It’s a winding unpaved road that leads
To a warped sense of reality.
It dead ends into realization,
Right next door to the crematorium.
This whole town radiates ignorance,
Like the soccer mom hemorrhaging
Over the warmth of her biggie fries,
Soft drink size and nutrition label lies.
If love is like the cigarette you smoke,
Then I’m sick of damp shorts,
Sucking on filter and this hacking choke.
We forgot to ash ourselves
And reveal this glowing ember,
That lies within the both of us.
I guess we’re chain smokers to the core,
Armed with white lighters and nothing more.
Flick that cigarette to oblivion,
Along with the memories you see me in.
This is the last time I let you
Promise like a pinky and flake like a leper.
And this is the first time you’ll never
Have words for me to decipher.
A Morse code message with,
The pattern of my skipping heart,
The words secretly encoded
To mask your insecurities.
Lets lie to one another some more,
And call each other honesty,
Piss away our youth at minimum wage slavery,
And call it going somewhere.
You’re so inconceivably believable,
Predictability is killing us one moment at a time,
But the crime is in knowing we’re marching
To our pre-planned funerals with
Blank faces, casual strides and glass eyes.
We are the nowhere generation,
The contents of our own wallets,
With hidden respect to the social ladder.
It’s crowded and falling over,
But the only thing that matters,
Is which rung you’re standing on.
The beauty is in realizing,
This ladder is horizontal.
We are the dime a dozen,
Discount bin sellouts,
Seeking refunds for broken hearts.
Find refuge in the collapse
Of this house of falling cards,
This junkyard of miscellaneous parts,
Overused melodramatic one hit wonders.
Ponder the idea that we are only safe
Near the things that fill us with the hate,
That manifests our cliché actions.
With all the room for a let down,
We shouldn’t be cramped anymore.
Well this isn’t what I call living,
This is a whole species strolling to their graves,
With smiles on their faces and empty spaces
Where their hearts used to be,
Before being torn out at birth.
So from that vacant spot in my chest,
I speak false words and praise the idea
Of striving to be my best.
This yellow brick road just ended
At a cliff with a bottomless pit.
I’ll keep walking, it won’t hurt a bit.

I want an crit from honest people so that's why I put this here.

[super deluxe]

Pheral.

[FACELESSnotBASSLESS]

*Saves spot*

EDIT: Nevermind, I'm going to be working/gone a lot this week. I withdraw.

[Corupt2057]

Heavenly Crush

You could get lost out at the sea,
That capsizes.. in her ship sinking eyes.
And you wouldn't cry mayday, waving flags,
When you'd rather them pass you by.

Cause there can be no rescue,
When you've already surrendered.
To the waves that swallow,
A feral moment in splendor.

She's the first and only heavenly crush..
An existing reason for the seventh sin lust.
And everyone wants her softening touch,
To melt their hearts that are covered in dust.

The shape of a face that's never had to frown,
Can change the way you wear that mouth.
The curves that form that revering gown,
Will serve the warmth you've never found.

I've figured out the problem with Baskin Robbin.
Their missing flavor resinates,
Through the pleasure I'm caught in.
Taste test the allure she's brought on.

She's the first and only heavenly crush..
An existing reason for the seventh sin lust.
And everyone wants her softening touch,
To melt their hearts that are covered in dust.

I've seen the rainbow and the colors of the wind,
But nothing has come close to the tone of her skin.
Crayola tried to match it with "Shades of Passion",
But they failed to catch it the way her beauty blends.

But there are no flavors close to that kiss.
And there are no colors that make those lips.
It's a shame to know she doesn't exist,
Though it was wonderful to imagine this.

[JaveryAM]

[ I hope this does at least a tiny bit better than the last... ]


Sloth

Dusk caresses the demons
Heaving stones from their backs
Leaving no one to work
And no one to play
Unable to grasp anything
Unable to think anything

Such a labyrinthian maze of black countesses and rebels
All restless
All thoughtless
All but those feral ones
Those who disobey
Those workers
Those thinkers

They cannot be tamed to do all of these
Hating those sloths who bare the name Obedient
Entranced by the merciless endorsements

Myriads of lazy plebians
Entering this deep grey void of nothingness
Defiled by the network
Inspired by the uninspired
And lazily drowning in clouds of sweatless, effortless air

Not even the government means this much
Not even the government can change their hearts

[ATC]

Original Skin

Someday when I'm gone, you'll tell your children
How it went the day the mail didnt get read
And we dusted off the grime of sitting on a shelf
Cos we were living in the pictures.
Looked behind the cellophane and there you were
Decked out for a silver screen.

Cos I was a martyr and I
stepped into your shoes

Somehow I could see, that we'd never make the coverpage
Of anything unnecessary.
Insomniac, indignant, feral like we're meant to be.
Looked around a silver screen and there you were.
There we were.

An accidental savior
Steps to the wings again.

What is that sound, echoing with the footfalls?
My heartbeat

[puredemocracy]

Life


Feral voices caught through the wind
and then I thought, where do I begin?
Sunday morning I woke up in bed,
to find out my friend was dead.

Another cigarrette to pass by the time,
another cheap substance for me to abuse,
You sit and watch the cars drive by
and wonder when it's time to cry.

You held me even when I was broke,
you even stopped me when I snorted that coke,
we were pals till the day you died,
this songs to you, although you can't reply.

live fast, die young it's how we were
I got blamed for the pot and booze, you took
They say I've given it to you for free,
when really it wasn't, but look at me
A silly punk in a town full of hippies,
we stuck out, we ran the town,
Let's paint it red then burn it down!

[machinegunfunk]

forsaken

innocence cannot stand in the face of depravity
a nation, morally bankrupt, ethically destitute
the bellies of the just emaciated
while amoral puppeteers gorge on the fruits of the land
juices flowing down double-chins
pooling on bloated stomachs

men relegated to a feral existence
scavenging table scraps
finding solace only in base pursuits
appeals to virtue fall on deaf ears
justice a false prophet, crucified
by the stakes of greed and hypocrisy

in the light of so much darkness
how can man ever hope to believe
that justice is something worth dying for
that virtue is something worth living for
and that their absence is worth crying for

[Dancin' Man]

Been awhile. Been doing a lot of research with relegion. My first attmept at corssing it over to real life.

Revelations: Loyalty and Choice

What we wouldn't give to stay

Come out of hiding for the beast is coming
From the sea, from the earth
To relieve us of our cares
No longer must we follow one
Two lines! We'll find our way

"Oh poor sons, you'll drown out there
I'll take my hundred-forty-four-thousand
And keep them safe with me"

"Oh Father, we can never drown
We will find our feral roots
and the rain will only keep us clean"

"Oh poor sons you've been misled
This rain will start the purging
And will be where you end"

Now we know
What we wouldn't give to stay
Is exactly what we need

"Oh poor sons, your Revelations come too late
I see you all on earthen beds
What you wouldn't give to me..."

Now we know
What we wouldn't give to stay
Is exactly what we need

[zer0gauge]

Pinioned

when i woke today
remebering you're still gone
your scent lingered still
it was the only thing that stayed

keys and rings
and civil things
hold no sway now
ties that bind
start to unwind
breaking free now

there is no taming the rage within
with a cheshire grin i can begin
to do all I please
how I want
when i need
that feral man is me
I'll not be pinioned by society

I had already left
long before you strayed
in the night, falling twilight
you just slipped away

no creature comforts
or witty retorts
mean anything now
as they run
i will follow
the leash is off me now

there is no taming the rage within
with a cheshire grin i can begin
to do all I please
how I want
when i need
with feral eyes I see
I'll not be pinioned by society

[Crimsonpunk]

Six new sic reasons, to keep myself chained to this chair,
The moon rises above me, i can feel it's beauty, makes me hungry
Like a secret identity, but no hero waits beneath my skin,
Wait for the overload of evreything that youv'e stuck in

Inner beauty, inner beast,
My duty and my will to feast
I guess theres a little darkness in us all
Waiting to flourish

I'd Take a long hard look at myself, but i can't see my reflection,
I'd take a long walk off my short fuse, but i still can't remember
Black out, in time to lash out,
Evrey bloodstain on my shirt tells a short story,
I'd elaborate but it's a little gory...

Evreyone's a freak in their own way but you don't seem to get it
My vengefull mind remembers torment even if i forget it

Enjoy your moonlite walks, and i'll endure my moonlite slaughter

An Open Letter To My Favorite Cashier

Please don't take this the wrong way.

I left before you hit the floor.
I suppose parting's no sweet sorrow;
If it were more saccharine
I would be seeing you tomorrow.
But I won't, now will I?

I left a skid mark just for you
On the picture-perfect tiles;
A picture's worth a thousand words,
In yours you were all smiles.
I guess photos are mute.

When you return unto the lanes
Of strangers who now know your name,
Do not give up that feral faith.
I too hope we will still remain
Devout acquaintances.

I'll know you then as I do now.

The next time that you fall
Make sure I'm there to catch
You, or I won't be there at all.
Our blood types aren't a match
So if your head cracks open,
Don't get leeches attached
Or our promises broken.

I offer my sincere goodbyes.