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I honor the dead with Easter-eggs! Please view & comment on my living dead tribute, ”The Walker”! www.youtube.com/watch?v=4EIsv6QmEHk We…Continue
Started by Kat Holiday Jan 22, 2017.
This way its easier to respond and reply to eachother than posting poems on the main spot...dive right in, dont be shy!!
Started by Komrad Wayne. Last reply by saint.357 May 25, 2013.
This space is not for our own work, but the works of others we read, recite and admire. William Shakespeare - Sonnet #12 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in…Continue
Started by Komrad Wayne. Last reply by Redrum: the undead juggalo Apr 7, 2012.
Although my literary press is called Zombie Logic Press I rarely write zombie poetry, but here's a zombie haiku. With all those…Continue
Started by Thomas L. Vaultonburg. Last reply by Komrad Wayne Sep 2, 2011.
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I am Jake’s machete!
I am the savior of Jake’s life.
He keeps my blade sharp, and I keep him alive.
I give him my power and he gives me his.
At his command my cold steel edge sinks into the flesh of the dead that would do him harm.
I am Jake’s machete!
I am the savior of Jake’s life.
Jake wipes the blood from my length.
I dispatch the heads of his enemies.
I keep Jake alive, and he gives me life.
With out Jake I am useless.
With out me Jake is useless.
I have failed Jake.
Jake drives my edge into the arm I allowed to be bit until it is gone.
I am Jake’s machete!
I am no longer the savior of Jake’s life.
Jake dies, and goes off wondering.
I lay forgotten in leaves, Jake’s blood drying along my length.
I am Jake’s machete.
I am nothing!
LEAVE ME FOR THE DEAD, FOR I HAVE NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD. THERE IS NO LIGHT AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, WE ARE LEFT TO FIGHT. THROUGH THE TREES, ABOVE THE ROCKS. IF YOU PLEASE, IN THE END YOU'LL BE ON YOUR KNEES.
By our very own Luna Sweetness Love
something Ive started...not sure where to go, but definitely want to work it...
The outlook is finally positive
But as soon as it’s positive the negative tells me something has to give
So I have to live like I never lived before
Ignore the negative cuz I can’t stand it anymore
as death brushes past you...do you feel it?
would it let you...would you even know?
as death embraces you, pulls you close...do you feel her breath, feel her wings on your graying flesh?
do you even now feel her kiss?
gawd this stuff is good!
love reading all of the styles...all the...stuff
ok i knows i no poet but still love reading the emotions you all have on desplay here.
Roses are red,
Zombies are cold.
Don't eat my brain...
Don't taste good... it's old.
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Greetings Everyone, Well it's been awhile. As things go, life carries us all in different directions from time to time but you always find your way home sooner or later. Well, life ain't all fun and games, but right now, things are going good. I have restarted my writing on my book again, and as I learn more about about some of the ROle-playing games I have gotten into, I am seriously thinking about rying to create an actual Zombie Survival Role-playing game. But have not set any time…
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