Again, I was just messing around with this great WinAmp preset and found this combination. A coworker commented "That looks like somebody flushed lava down the commode" so it stuck. Oh well.
Was the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through Devart
not a w00ter was stirring (except maybe jark)
Submissions were made on the web site with flair.
In hopes of maybe winning some Devart underwear.
Deviants asleep at their keyboards again
submitting to contests (and hoping they win).
Up late again for a commenting spree
I went to the bathroom to take a quick pee.
When up on the roof there came such a noise
I thought it was Santa with all my new toys.
Then in a hurry I ran to the door
and what did I see (well it wasn't trendwhore).
The moonlight was shining like a big flashlight
and the scene that I saw confused me a trite.
I shook my head once, then rubbed at my eyes
then finally decided i had to be high.
A Voltswagon Beetle was parked on my roof
with all the site Admins crammed inside of this spoof.
It was then that my nose on the wind caught smella
and I knew in an instant that it had to be Fella!
"On Tack, on Attila, on Brazen and Spyed!
On Matteo, Jark, Chris and DJ-Designs!"
Fantasy Contest - Matrix7-1
Silent stalkers in the corners
of the mind of every man.
Always watching, always waiting
beckoning with withered hands.
Through the ages man has feared them
but found no hiding place it seems.
For even now you hear the echoes
of footsteps chased through evil dreams.
Down through tunnels formed by teardrops
raining down from countless eyes.
Taste the salt and feel the wind
made from victim's tortured cries.
Dragons, ogres, orcs and demons
all are spawned from childhood fears
Giving substance to the nightmare
we drown ourselves in seas of tears.
Listen to your soul and hear it
the sound that's been there all along
And as you shiver in the darkness
you hear the faceless Shadow's Song.
Scream Within The Sigh
Locked within transparent prisons
Outside looking in or out?
Water drips to hard stone floors
from some distant unseen spout.
Limitations they chained to them
with phrases like "I dont know how"
Never realize their potential
Darkened by a see-through cowl.
Never stretching their horizons
never trying change it seems.
Never reaching for the stars
Never realizing their dreams.
I watch and listen all around me
So loud it almost makes me cry
But noone ever thinks to stop
and hear the scream within the sigh.
You try to stare me down with eyes
that have no substenance behind.
The spark is gone, the flame has died
and all that is left is hate I find.
All your vaunted goals are ended
All your dreams have come undone.
Your haughty laughter now condemned
your bitter eyes burn like the sun.
Long ago I offered friendship
I gift I thought you had received
But now I see your heart has receded
into the swirling void of lightless grief.
Years go by I watch you stumble
offer help and pride refused
So finally I let you tumble
sick and tired of the abuse.
Some may call it cold and heartless
but I call it your just desserts.
Why can't you see I tried to save you?
I tried to climbs your walls of hurt.
Now you find you're on your own
All your friends you stabbed in hate
Skin so gaunt I count your bones
so glad I didnt share your fate.
You kill your friends and eat their dreams
to get an illusion of control.
As we all watch you breathe your last
I scream into your hollow soul.
Walking on a garden path
signs of life are all around
the song of birds, the smell of grass
in daylight all these things are found.
But after midnight it all changes
after dark the canvas fades.
The worlds we see by day estrange us
and joins in nature's cavalcade.
After midnight shadows lengthen
and daylight finds no place to rest.
And moonlight plays across the water
a silent song of subtleness.
After midnight lovers linger
and hold each other soft and near
Conveying impromptu expressions
of soft, sweet nothings in their ears.
After midnight warmth escapes us
carried off by chilling wind.
Unseen razors prick and freezes
the dew that falls upon my skin.
After midnight thoughts come to me
inspiration, some may say.
And grabbing pen and paper with me
words fall smoothly to the page.
After midnight cares are fleeting
echoes of a lifetime past.
Thoughts of daytime jobs receding
and sighs of peace are found at last...
The Words I Never Said
You hear the songs
I never sang
You see the looks
I never gave
You see the tears
I never cried
And yet you love me anyway.
You feel the pain
I never showed
You study books
I never read
You want the man
I never was
And to hear the words I never said...
The Late Great Me
Leave my body far below
a bloody broken cell of flesh.
A silent spectre in the shadows
I watch the lives of those I left.
Going about their daily lives
never giving me a glance
I reach into their deepest dreams
just to find a black expanse.
No fond memories of my life
only then disguised contempt.
Face me smiling, stab my back
My eyes go shut, my strength goes limp.
I thought I had so many friends
I told them all how great I was
The life so many others envied
Full of people, lacking love.
All through life I loved to think that
I'm the one they want to be.
But now in death I see so clearly
that no one mourns the Late Great Me...