bestone

They too

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 06:03:45 GMT

"They too"

With hers inside
my heart did beat
a new strengh given
full of heat

This heat was false
and full of despair
i never should have
let her in there

My chest it thumps
trying to flee
my tainted heart
could not be free

It whispered lies
it painted black
it taught new suffering
a new attack

My chest not ready
burst apart
to be no more
my aching heart

Ripped apart my breast
reached inside
nothing left
i have died

"they"

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Fri, 15 May 2009 16:23:29 GMT

Ripped apart my breast
reached inside
held aloft
my beating heart

torn apart
cut in two
given back
left askew

my broken heart
stuck back in
slowly healed
with thicker skin

found another
given to
my heart was thiers
and what’d they do

riped apart my breast
reached inside
held aloft
my beating heart

cackling
with dark lament
torn apart
my beating heart

repeat did this
dying inside
my scabbed heart healing
a cruel ride

but then she came
and i was ready
held aloft
my beating heart

but pluck she did
upon the strings
of my foul
crooked heart

where i expected
tearing, lashing
she gave me
the sweetest sting

riped apart my breast
reached inside
placed my heart
with hers inside

never regret anythign that makes you smile

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Tue, 12 May 2009 22:57:29 GMT

I cant finish this, it hurts too much

I needed love
So without it was i
teased by knowing it
what it could be
what i would never have

So desperate was i to love anything

to feel it
to know it
to have it

that i fell in love with my pain

I embraced it as though it were my lover

i took it within
and without

I turned it into love
I fed upon it
It sustained me

It erased me
it consumed me
it became me

It was thrust upon me
and i drank deep

i begged others to pile it upon me

and so lavishly i reveled in its seeping filth

but it turned upon me
left me an empty shell
betrayed my trust in it
like everything else

But that is the nature of it
I accepted it
I knew what it would do to me

But so void, deepened, gashed was i
i took in whatever would fill me, even knowing
it would further tear me apart

I put value to it
i appreciated it

But no longer can i love it

Deep

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 06:38:21 GMT

Deep the Red

Deep the red
blood and passion
Deep the red
warmth and life
Deep the read
Hearts on fire

Deep the red
Deep, the red

Deep the blue

Deep the blue
the sparkling sea
Deep the blue
tears and sadness
Deep the blue
an empty soul

Deep the blue
deep, the blue

Pushed or descended? further it goes

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 12:37:12 GMT

I have a horrible memory, a terrible memory. Sometimes I forget what I did the day before, my head is fucked, and those of you that know why, know why!

Regardless, on a drive home some flash of memory popped into my head, of a poem I wrote when I was younger. I think I was like 8, and keep in mind, I wanted to grow up to be a knight in shining armor.

Dark Days....

Dark days and darker nights, these are times of pillage and plight.
But in the darkness, there is a light, shining far, and ever bright.

Yeah, it sucks, I know....

But it inspied this.... also not good, i know, but give me a break, i havent written in a while

From my darkness i've risen, covered in sin
the sin was my own, now hidden within
forgiveness i asked, all full of regret
deserve i did not, my dark deeds had set
my soul was then tainted, enshrouded in black
the black had consumed me and in the attack
I lost who i was, who i should have been
the terrors i witnessed, who could have foreseen
I thought i could end it, thought i'd be free
but that would be selfish and only for me
And share i can not, my past and my madness
my life was dark, and full of great sadness.
Things done unto me, all to wreched to view
i fell for it all, started to copy and spew
all the lies had been taught, and they were not few
But here now i am, free of my chains
my hate is what saved me, erased all the pain
Burning in my heart, ignited my soul
the light from the flames, taking its toll
consumed by the lust, the rage unforgiving
i tore down the darkness, and finally felt "living"
And soon those flames cooled, encrusting within
in a rock solid resistance, so none could get in
a lesson it teaches, if you listen well
you are your own freedom, whatever your hell

dnd, its dino-might

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Mon, 27 Mar 2006 06:25:29 GMT

I stepped forth from my dark abode, drawing my blade wearily. Suddenly a screech from above tore my mind asunder. My thoughts scattered i nearly stood waiting for it to swoop down upon me and shred my body with its dagger-like talons. My senses suddenly kicking in, i was barely able to jump aside, avoiding its deadly blow. My fear subsided as rage slowly swelled within my breast, Arch-Deity Imohosh was with me. My mind went black, my body reacted with feline agility, instincts took over, i jumped upon the cock-atrice, and rode it home cackling along the way.

penis

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Mon, 04 Apr 2005 05:47:16 GMT

i have not updated in a long time but i tell you what i really gotta pee bad it so sos so sucks, i hate having to pee, urinary tracks are anus, i mean what up, i wish instead of a urinary tract i had little robots in there with lasers destroying all the impurities, then after doing that they would take a break and go to the hot bar of the town called the liver, i mean, this is where they would get drunk, cause wea alll know that robots like to get drunk, robots are sexy, the robots would seep all the alchahol out of my liver, damn robots, i fucking hate that, then it takes me longer to get drunk but i dont get liver poisoning cause they suck it up then the ydie, then the robots have to go into my cortex for repairs, which hurts because having metal in the brain sucks anus, i think metal in the brain is stupid, so i think my robots are stupid

maybey thats why we dont have robots

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear!

brandonstone837@hotmail.com — Tue, 02 Mar 2004 18:55:38 GMT

sPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!O!O!O!O!O!OOOOOOOOOOON!

Today i had a craving like no other, it was harsh and burned a hole in my swollen and bloated belly. I scrambled out of bed, instict had taken over. I sniffed the morning air, my mate had left and i was alone to fend for myself. Hurriedly i threw on some tattered rags to clothe myself, and ascended my sub-terranian refuge. I sniffed the air once more when i reached ground level, wispy tendrils of sweentess filled my nostrils and sent me into a frenzy, i needed some meat, and soon! Almost ripping open the swingable handled thing that blocked my rations I realized what i wanted most..

I wanted weener
I wanted it so much i could taste it, imagine its sleek cylindrical exterior sliding into my buns. Once again man-instinct took over and i went after the first weener i could find. Upon finding a suitable weener, i readied it by dipping it into hot wetness, trying to make it less soggy, and more solid. Quite soon it was suitable for eating, and i licked my chops in anticipation. Forsing myself to wait before devouring it, i slid it between my buns, a little bit of white goo leaking out from within and getting on my hand. After that quick prep of the weener, i figured it was ready and took it into my mouth, its sweet hotness filled the full width of my large gaping mouth. As its chewy goodness slid down my throat, the hot droplets that fell into my belly warmed it gay'ly. Man was this hot-dog with mayo and ketchup ever good!

After finishing my hot-dog and satisfying my manly urges, i wondered what it would be like to be the tubular morsel of meat. And that wonder soon turned into insanity. "BY GOD!" i thundered to myself, "I WILL FIND OUT WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE A WEENER". And with that i took flight, now descending the steps to my dark hole. I jumped upon my sleeping area, and quickly sprawled out, i held my arms at my sides, and pushed my legs togeather tight. while in my "weener" stat i remained as still as possible, lying there like a stick. I imagined myself boiling and started to shake and bubble (oddly this turned me on). After my boiling was complete, I felt a sense of tension released for my body. I felt myself sliding into a pair of hot buns, being covered in white goop, and eerily red too. Once i was all primed and ready, I picked myself up and ate me. Un-knowignly however, in my semi-consious state i had picked up my arm and bit it! but that comes later hehe. Anyways, I tasted so chewy and sweet, the goo inside dribbled down my own chin, i found my weenery self slipping down a tight hole into somewhere very hot. THEN IT HIT ME! i had fallen into a vat of acid! i was burning alive, my beautiful life would come to an end in the belly of this beast, i screamed with horror as the acid burned the flesh from my delicate body.

With that i awoke and smile, a thin, grizzled smile. Oh yes, hehe, i am glad i am not a weener *cackles with delight!*. Oddly, and im not proud of this *yes i am* it pleased me to know i sent that weener to a painfull death in the pit of my stomach. Thinking about that once again made a dark and brooding smile etch across my face. Although, as quickly as my happiness had come, it fadded, to my horror i looked down at my hand, it was bitten with a large set of wanting teeth, those teeth marks, i recognize those on bobo, those are MY teeh marks!! In my dream-quest of becomming a hot-dog, i had almost savagely devoured myself!. Thats it i said, you guys are gonna get it, as i manouvered to the kitchen.

oh yes, one more weener would die today