writing No More Kupkakes (Old poem submission) (EXTREMELY GRIMDARK)

[Viscra Maelstrom 3,718]

here's a old as hell poem i thought i'd submit here, now that this place has a writing prefix.

 

it's based on the original, violent, and grimdark ending to a grimdark pony-fic called Rocket to Insanity.

Rainbow Dash has been tormented by nightmares out of scenarios that are exactly like the ones in the Cupcakes fan-fic. she hasn't slept for weeks, and is constantly being worn out by those nightmares, both physically and mentally.

 

so, when Pinkie Pie offers RD some cupcakes, that are completely harmless, mind you, just PP being kind old PP, RD, of course, completely freaks out. and... well, these events occurred.

 

so far, i'd say this is my best play on words i've done. i wanted to experiment a bit with writing a poem that actually felt and progressed like a poem, since most of my previous ones have mostly just been dark, abstract experiments. well, this too was an experiment, but one which i deviated more from my standard formula of writing.

 

oh yeah, and in case you didn't notice yet, this is EXTREMELY GRIMDARK. there are gruesome decsriptions about murder and insanity in here, something i frequent in writing more than often alongside my grimdark projects. don't say i didn't warn you!

 

No More Kupkakes

 

I do know you

You do know me

Yet, you cannot believe

What I now just did

 

Knife in your throat

A vulcan upstroke

Sliced up arteries

A whole bloody mess

 

Backwards, I step

Completely horrified

What I just did

I cannot believe

 

The red fluid and

Your body, collides

Red and pink shades

In a bitter unison

 

Focusing my eyes

On the knife's cold

Metal, silver and shining

With a bleeding tip

 

Flashback's of horror

At the resent events

You offered me food

I sliced you in two

 

Delicious kupkakes

They triggered my fear

Surreal and concrete

Those recurring nightmares

 

I thought that you

Were, a hideous monster

That those kupkakes was

Bait, for cutting me open

 

Alas, I was wronged

Horribly at fault

The horrible monster

Not you, but was me

 

The pale blue reflection

That is in the knife

That is the monster

That! It was me!

 

Insanity abroad

And killing thrills

All sanity remains

In me, has been lost

 

The terrified eyes

In the knife's cold reflection

Is now finding comfort

In the Shores of Hell

 

A grin on my face

Is slowly forming

In a madman's joy, I

Giggle at the Ghastly

 

Falling apart

My whole world is

A nothingness of sane

Is left in my spirit

 

But, frankly;

I

Don't

Kare

 

At all

 

I have vanquished my fears!

I have killed my best friend!

There will be no more kupkakes

NO. MORE KUPKAKES!

 

Haha... heheheeheeeehaha!

HAHAH!

AhAHaHAhA!

HaAaAaAhAaHAHahAhA!

 

NO

MORE

KUPKAKES!

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!

 

For-EWER!!!

[Inkfeather 597]

First of all, this should be posted in the non pony section.

 

About the poem: It's ugly, extremely ugly. The poetry, the lines are fine. The versing is descent.

 

The intentions are cruel. The whole thing is horribly ugly. It's nice.

[Viscra Maelstrom 3,718]

alright then.

 

first of all i assume by you saying it's horrbily ugly, you mean that the theme is explicit and rather grotesque, for lack of a better way to word it, which means that i've succeded on captuting the feeling i got from the ending.

 

secondly, no, it shouldn't be in the non pony section, since it's based off of the pony fan-fic Rocket to Insanity.

 

thirdly, thanks for reading it! :3

[pondus30 152]

First of all, this should be posted in the non pony section.

 

About the poem: It's ugly, extremely ugly. The poetry, the lines are fine. The versing is descent.

 

The intentions are cruel. The whole thing is horribly ugly. It's nice.

 

I like the last one there "its nice" it is, just post it in the non pony section.