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Im just a bastard but at least I admit it
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Skull
• 2.2k reads

A bit of a cunt

I hate to be blunt 

  But you're a bit of a cunt

Even homie Frankie approves

  Of such a verbal stunt 

And I really hate to pry

  But that sparkle in your eye

Is lit from the booze 

    And your saddle up high

Try not to look down 

  Wearing that cardboard crown

Rock paper scissors 

   Each one will make you frown

I'll just leave out a bunch

  And express my main hunch

You're a cricket among lizards

  Deserving a direct cunt punch

For shits and giggles lol

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Give us a little piece of your wisdom. Create your own proverb or quote. This is the quote you'll be remembered by, the quote that will go on fortune cookies and quote books, so make it a good one. 50 coins for the winner. Happy quoting!
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Skull
• 202 reads

Family is chosen

Blood is thicker than water 

At least that is what has been said 

But water can run much smoother 

Than anything that is red

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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 251 reads

《 Grey Area Of Sin 》

Tick

       Tock

                Tick

        Tock

One hand rests 

     On the table 

The other

           Grasping the glock

The clock strikes 10 

      A cold sweat sets in

               Again

Let go of the glock 

        And reach for the pen

  Not sure what to say

        Not sure what to write 

             A grey area of sin

  Between what is wrong

      And what is right 

I am no judge 

    Perhaps an executioner 

And with a 

    Small nudge

A lapse of retribution 

      Could occur 

This ledger of your 

                  Pleasure 

            And your sick 

                  Demented treasure 

   Leaving innocence lost

      Double crossed

           And now a soul

               Broken beyond measure 

How could you live

   With such a truth

        How the fuck 

Can you even

      Sleep at night?

Robbing a child 

    Of a decent fair youth

What was once wholesome 

   Now bears an eternal 

        Grim sight

Now my temples 

           Pound

Cannot write this shit 

                       Down

A manque page 

      A blank rage 

           Slowly glides 

                  To the ground

Throw my pen

    Against the wall

        So hard that it 

                    Shatters 

No real justice to dial 

      And call 

His money bringing

        Freedom

             Upon a platter 

I can hear my heart 

       Beat 

As the clock screams out 

      The seconds 

Both loud 

     And indiscreet 

As if they're 

     Fighting for attention 

Compassion now bound 

   In chain 

        Getting heavier 

       Link by link 

A childs tears soaking 

      Within my brain 

          The undertow

     Now making me think

The grey area of sin 

   Crossing my mind 

        Once again 

Even without pockets so deep

    He'd only get 5 to 10

Fist slamming on table 

    And now grabbing 

           The pistol 

The next step feeling fable 

     And now clear as 

         A crystal 

The clock now taunting 

      His next victim 

Singing a haunting song 

  As a new day 

       Begins

          12 am I step

               Into the grey 

 The hour 

           Minute and 

         Second hands left behind 

There's nothing to write

    No more to say

  Trust on this night

    Justice shall be 

         Refined

Daniel 

       Jacob 

                  Dabney 

             And 

          My

Fucked 

         Up 

Mind 

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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 244 reads

WTF Prose #idk

Here we are 

  Another day 

Another post open 

  Not sure 

What to say 

  Yet here I am

Trapped in this moment

 Gripping these thoughts

As I try to poem it

 Ok I must admit

Life finally got good

  Not bad for a corpse

Brought up in the hood

  Yesterday is the past 

Today is here 

   But that won't last 

Tomorrow is near

  There's no delete button 

 For all that has been 

     But time will keep cuttin

A space to hold it in 

  Look into the future 

Let go of the past 

   Keep a clean and proper suture 

So happiness can last 

  This may be my last post

For awhile 

   So I leave you a toast 

To tomorrow 

  With a wtf prose freestyle 

Ehhhhh DJD

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Cover image for post ▪▪Six Foot Ceiling▪▪, by Skull
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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 201 reads

▪▪Six Foot Ceiling▪▪

I envision a six foot

  Ceiling of dirt

      Can't conceal 

  What I feel

      Cannot deal 

Or avert 

   Wrapped inside 

        Disarray 

            And decay 

You could say

  What you may

      But I'm sick

         Of your day

Fuck you

  Fuck me 

     And fuck this

I'm tired 

   Exhausted 

     I'm fed up

         And pissed

It just might be

  Time for you 

         To die

Don't try

  To ask why

     Just say so long

        Goodbye

It only makes sense

  A solution 

     To end your 

           Pollution 

A future 

   Past tense 

        To reveal 

   Your conclusion 

Now it's time 

   To plot and plan

 This closing

    Of curtains 

Your time now

     Grows short

And this is for 

          Certain 

A tasteless snake

  A mistaken

     Worthless birth

 It's time I forsake you 

    On your last day

 On 

     This 

           Earth

Daniel 

         Jacob 

                Dabney 

And 

   My 

       Fucked 

                 Up 

           Mind 

03-16-17

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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 218 reads

♡♡ Finish Line ♡♡

Home is where

    I rest my brain

       Calm my nerves 

And heal my pain

   And silently kneel 

      Upon my knees 

Praising the lord 

    From a cool 

       Window breeze 

This house 

    This home

         This lovely place

Is my finish line 

   In the daily race

My trophy not a cup 

    But precious smiles 

And a welcoming floor

  From carpet 

           To tiles

The joy 

      That I feel 

            Bringing 

                    Me 

               Proof

That I am loved 

    And appreciated 

         Underneath 

                 This 

                       Roof

Spring and winter 

    Summer and fall

I'm lucky to have 

   What is 

       Within these 

    Walls

No matter the day 

     Or what time might do

I know I'll be ok 

  And I owe that to you 

Daniel 

      Jacob

Dabney

And 

   My 

      Fucking 

            Content 

     Mind 

LoL 

March 16th 2017

I love you Myra ♡♡♡

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Cover image for post 《 Swallow The Depths 》, by Skull
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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 231 reads

《 Swallow The Depths 》

Gnashing teeth

I cannot sleep

Losing control

Of the grief I keep

Drink the void

Bite my tongue

Taste despair

Then empty my lung

Don't judge me

I'm fucking weak

As words rip and tear

We all desperately seek

But I cannot see

My eyes are sewn

I'm blind to the light

My voice - monotone

Glitches of stitches

We clench on discretions

So digital yet mineral

Trapped inside the tide

Of impressions

We rebel - hide and confide

Of the critical yet cynical

The superficial fuck with us

Us, the pessimistic race

Lashed by the materialistic

Left with scars upon our face

Confined in space,

laced with their disgrace

Those tides will sink us

We will drown

Joy turned to ash

Green turned to the brown

Of decay

Dark and dank

Out of the cup of lies

We drank

As our generation sank

Down so low - so low

Questioning everything

That we ought to know

Saints turned to sinners

No fucking elders

- Only beginners

We cry. We cry

But we're so damn confused

We do not know why

Lies became truth

We are the land of the lost

Falsifying, forever lying

No matter what the cost

The youth thinks they are wise

They can't hear the elders cries

We're muted

By the convoluted

With blocked tears within our eyes

The human race lost forever

Our pens are suddenly blunt

No more rallying together

When societies' a cunt...

Can we kick a field goal

As generation x?

Just a blind attempt

To inspire the next?

We live by the art

And may die by the pen

But if given the chance

We would

Die, and die again

Remain deep and true

Yes, true to yourself

This world full of hate

Could dictate your own health

Keep your head above the water

Don't swallow the depths of blue

Use the paper to make your cuts

Make sure it's the essence of you

We all have one thing in common

The only thing we share is death

So make your words count

Until you take your final breath...

Sammie Lee 

    Daniel Dabney 

2016

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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 228 reads

~I Said Good Day~

This fucking world

  It pisses me off

   Yeah it must be time

For a new true deadman rant

  And yet again I

Sarcastically cough as I scoff

  In this land

Of “Oh Hell No’s and cant’s

 I see you in passing as we

Nod and recognize

  Our own understanding

Of a massive lasting

  Passive disguise

You now say “Hello”

   As I reply with a sigh

And “Good day”

   The next time

     We swap lines

   And act out

Our own play

 Entertainment for you

And entertainment for me

  No need to buy tickets

This show plays for free

 Yet who

     The

  Fuck

Are

  You?

And who the fuck

  Am I?

We could have been

 Best friends

    But in

  The end

I could care less if you die

  Not your fault

Nor is it mine

  We the people

Disintegrated

  Trust

     Love

   Faith

 With strong distaste

Within disgraced hate

  It’s what humans

Created

 Hello there stranger

Would you please

  Take my hand

And repeat after me

  Thou shalt not trust

A new age commandment

  We must now

     Understand

Once etched in granite

  Now forged in metal

    As we rust

Sure I have a good heart

 You will never know

   That fact

  I keep it

Wrapped

    In

An unknown

 Undeveloped

     Kodak

That you can’t track

 And you just might be

 A good soul

  Full of good

     Intentions

  But I see a hole

Full of dull

   Evil indentions

Daniel

     Jacob

          Dabney

    And

   My

      Fucked

  Up

Mind

03-09-17

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Cover image for post $☆Crump☆$, by Skull
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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 473 reads

$☆Crump☆$

Between these

      Four walls

The lights dim as

   I shout

I pace and I crawl

      I bleed out in doubt

There’s pages unseen

       And pages unknown

A book that is written

    Yet not fully shown

I really don’t know

     How to calm

         The fuck down

Head in the clouds

Feet reaching

       For ground

A trial by fire

    A flame

       For the masses

As the court

     Of your sire

Is flicking

     The matches

They pull on the strings

       Your arm raises up

They pour and

       Serve the drink

You reach for the cup

Eyes blinking with

       Anxiety

Enough is enough

     To Hell with

       Sobriety

This bullshit is rough

I break down

     And rebuild

          As you take

              What you want

Payroll locked and sealed

     All my hard work

You haunt

   The systems all

        Wrong

And fuckin deranged

And seems

   So far gone

To believe in

   A change

You blow on

     Your trumpet

Yes these words are true

      I will just say fuck it

And not bow

     To you

Not an elephant

      Nor a donkey

They’re all pigs

    With a crump

My only hope

     Is America can

        Depend

              On a Trump

Daniel

      Jacob

            Dabney

And

  My

     Fucked

        Up

          Mind

             November

                  2016

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Cover image for post ~Throne Of Sheep~, by Skull
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Skull in Poetry & Free Verse
• 432 reads

~Throne Of Sheep~

As white walls

                     Crumble

I'm nailing up

                     Boards

Sacrificing

           And

               Splicing

As you sever

               The cord

I'll protect the

            Foundation

Not

     Obliged

                To

                  Fail

As your damnation

       Is

        Denied

                   To

                     Impale

You scratch

         And claw

One wall down

                 One wall built

I'm calling your flaws

  As you're

         Clutching

                Your

                     Hilt

Watch as I pull

    The wool

         Right over your eyes

As you learn

     I'm not your tool

Not your puppet

     To antagonize

My temples

    Are pulsing

Blood and sweat

    Drips from my brow

You must

        Feel

             Compulsive

As you back up

      And cower down

As a wolf 

     I dig a hole

To bury you down deep

    Back on your throne

         Of sheep

            Without control

You're the company

     I no longer keep

Daniel

        Jacob

Dabney

          And

            My

              Fucked

                Up

                  Mind

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