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His Majesty Satan Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:13 pm
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This is a collection of many Haiku that blend together, none of them being a poem on its own, just a piece to a larger story. And despite the fact that most writers write about what they know about, I know NOTHING about killing! Alrighty? Okie dokie!
Black in the night, I Roamed in this old town, trying To find my true love.
As I searched, in a Fright, I beckoned to the fine Mistress before my eyes.
Her hair was long and Brown, flowing with the wind, her Hair never sleeping.
Her eyes were bright, a Greenish hue to the grey I Was acquainted with.
So when she left my Sight, I looked for her and her Unending beauty.
She lived in a small Seattle home, far from mine To the east of there.
After those miles I Drove, those hours I spent awake, I came to find her.
It was the deep of The night, a cold Fall moon rose Above my head. Lovely.
She was asleep, her Work uniform still on, she Could not be woken.
So I sat in the Chair across the house in the Living room, reading.
No energy lost, I watched her step into the Room, pale faced, in shock.
“Hello, Ms. Allen,” I stated. “How did you know?” “You are my true love.”
That reply was my Highlight of the cold morning, Aside from the gore.
She dashed for the door, A door I had locked up tight. Time to celebrate.
As she began to Unlock it, I ran to her, Grabbing her quickly.
By her brown locks, I Pulled her upstairs to her room. We were solitary.
“Help!” she screamed. “Help me!” I slammed her head into the Wood floor. Unconscious.
I tied her to the Bed, arms, legs, and all, waiting For her to wake up.
She finally awoke, Eyes wide in fearfulness and Pure sadness. Sadness…
“This will make you smile!” I proclaimed, pulling a cloth From my left pocket…
And a knife from the Other. “Hmmmmmm!” She quietly pleaded. Under the clean cloth.
Slowly I dug the knife Into her wrists, cutting all Her veins and tendons.
I let her slowly Die. I watched her cry in her Apparent sadness.
Did she have children? I had to know. I could care For all of her kids.
I pulled the cloth From her face. “Do you have kids?” She spat in my face.
“F… ********… you.” She said In anger. I was becoming angry. “Open your mouth now!”
My command was odd. “Open it and I’ll let you Live!” I lied.
She quickly opened Her mouth, and I, again, put The rag over her face.
This time, with her mouth Open, I poked the cloth down, Down her twig-like neck.
I pushed the cloth so Hard. It filled her mouth up. I Laughed at the choking.
She died from blood loss As well as suffocation. She would go missing.
Her blood on my hands, I ran far away, to find My second victim.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:32 pm
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His Majesty Satan Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:56 pm
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I'll need to read it once or twice more in order to really comment on the substance and actual story, but for now, just some comments on the style and such.
People are, whether they admit it or not, inherently fascinated with aberration and people that function entirely different than normal; hence the popularity of movies like Silence of the Lambs or the classic status of films like M. In large part, they are either simply exotic or help us to see the savagery of ourselves (we all have it.) But often times when stories about serial killers and the like, when they crop up in pop culture are mostly an indictment of that very fascination we all have. It benefits us as a race to not act without restraint, and films like Man Bites Dob or Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer remind us to check ourselves. whether or not this was your intent, it reminded me of those by telling it from the killer's POV, which seems a much more effective cautionary mode, as it leads us to primarily identify with the murderer. over all, I liked the melodic quality of the haiku, and the style is pretty powerful.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 4:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 10:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:00 pm
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His Majesty Satan Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 9:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 10:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:44 am
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