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I will make up for the Inactivity, I'll be posting all new videos on tumblr. ALL the time. there will also be more poetry. So stick around if the poetry is what interests you

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Tip

Help from the heavens above,

To banish the curse of love,

Because those who are close by,

Are just waiting for you to die.

To take away your valuables and riches,

Trade them over for some dirty dishes,

And a box that was built for the homeless,

Live in harmony, live inside of the moment,

While you watch it burn out and decay,

Into a world of chaos and dismay,

For the whole world to see,

My completely fucked up display,

Which is my human anatomy,

My fore fathers lied to me,

Forced into surgery,

To remove my memory.

- Korey Fillmore / Valnn B

#spilled ink #creative thinking #NIce shit #Original poem #Original Author

The Dawn of 1978

Get to the helicopter, get to the chopper,

The undead, are coming, they are running after,

Their goal is to end our final chapters,

Their interest is to have us captured,

A small stepping stone to the world's rapture.

Down in the mall, balls to the wall,

Throw him off the balcony and watch him fall,

Down in the mall, They are after us all,

Get ready for an all out brawl.

Some of them have no legs and crawl,

Some of them try and use the bathroom stalls,

The instinct is inside, that is clear,

The instinct of all feelings, except that of fear,

Because even when a bullet comes near,

The mindless bafoons just stand there.

It was 1978, and the cure was late, my flesh in a pile, on a plate,

It was all a waste, because i'll end up with a bullet in my head, if we stay in this place.

-Korey S. Fillmore / Valnn (B)

#Poetry #Spilled ink #Poet #Poem #1978 #Dawn

Night of the Living Dead Commentary

#Night of the LIving dead #Dead #Commentary #Zombies #Enjoy

Living in 1968

It was December in 1968,

They were all rising,

The danger was great,

So many were dying,

Was this our final fate?

Death was clearly walking the plain fields,

Overrunning all signs of love and life,

The casualties are starting to build,

As the children learn how to use a knife.

It is kill or be killed, simple as that,

And after you bleed, there's no way back,

Trapped in a box, dissolving into black,

As all sense starts to wither,

The evil starts forming together,

Now your soul is lost in your body, forever.

Korey S. Fillmore / Valnn

#Spilled ink #Original #Author

#Super mario 64 #Nintendo 64 #Review

Diner

Dining, on the diner, to try and remind her,

That I still love her, and that I am not above her,

Her meals are great, but I am here for that fleshy taste,

Of her white skin, that is sticky like paste.

Ohh Donna, the diner, There is no one finer,

Donna the diner's boyfriend gave me a shiner,

Because of my deluxe offer,

That I gave to Donna in a letter,

It said me and her together, couldn't get much better,

Her man reached for that letter cutter,

The same one that opened up that note,

That kept the boat afloat,

And kept the wind blowing in the fresh spring air,

That is when I realized that I really didn't belong there,

Donna, Happier then ever in her life,

And me contemplating the slits from the knife,

I shout and scream, and say I can fulfill her dreams,

How can I fulfill her when I am glass half empty,

Not even a drip at the bottom it seems,

I need to move on and let go of the memory.

-Korey S. Fillmore / Valnn

#diner #Spilled ink #Original poetry

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