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66.3k · Dec 2012
David Walker Dec 2012
written and directed
David Walker

the films of
Quentin Tarantino
David Lynch
Rob Zombie

There is method
To his madness

                                                        ­                                                                 ­                  January 2013              
                                              ­                                                                 ­                       first draft

1. EXT. Run down project apartment complex - 3:00 am

A dark, tall figure with long black hair and a trenchcoat opens the already cracked red door.

I'm looking for love in all the wrong places.

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INT. Apartment 3

A typical roach infested apartment with a kitchen built into the living room. 3 GIRLS are on the kitchen floor. GIRL # 1 one has black hair with big lips and a curvy frame and she is wearing a pair of Tripp pants and a black bra barely covering her ample *****. She has a flesh colored rubber hose tied to her left arm. GIRL # 2 has dyed rainbow colored hair, a nice smile, and a skinny frame. She is wearing a pair of tore blue jeans with smiley faces and cute in jokes written on them, also not wearing a shirt with a lacy blue bra on. She has a spoon with water and black tar ****** inside it which she is heating up with a silver Zippo with the word "Skittles" engraved into it. GIRL # 3 Has long naturally red hair, glasses and an extremely voluptuous figure. She is wearing tight black pants and a black shirt with thin sleeves. She is inspecting a covered syringe with an unsure look in her eyes.

GIRL # 2:
So, do you wanna do it or not Jane?

Snatches the syringe out of JANE's hand.

I'm not sure. How long have you been doing this ****?

Girl #2 takes the orange cap off the syringe revealing a small needle.

GIRL #2:
Since after I graduated. About 3 years. Liz you ready?

As ready as I am for dat sweet tang!

Girl #2 giggles. She sticks the needle into Liz's arm, blood mixes with the brown fluid inside, and she pushes the plunger down. Liz leans back into Girl #2's arms and Girl #2 gives her a kiss.

I love you, Julia.

Well, I love you too.

You guys are so gay!

Save that **** for the ******* customers!

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Other side of room. A greasy looking MAN with short faded black hair and a scar going from the corner of his mouth to the right ear is sitting in a beat up recliner cleaning his Uberti 1873 Cattleman revolver while smoking a fat blunt and watching some kind of high budget **** with Sasha Grey in it.

Sorry, Mike. It didn't stop you from leaving me and Liz unsatisfied and bored, did it?

LIZ and JULIA laugh. JANE has a nervous look in her eyes.

Very ******* funny you wore out trick! Am I gonna have to smack the sass out yo mouth?

MIKE gets up, puts out his blunt and walks over to the GIRLS gun in hand.

Or am I gonna have to give your little friend a scar like mine.

Mike don't!

MIKE SLAPS JULIA with the side of his UNLOADED revolver and grabs JANE by her hair.

Who the **** are you, anyways *****?

I was walking down the street earlier today and I ran into Julia and Liz. They went to school with my sister I think. Let me go!

So you're a young'n. Well you have some nice big *******!

MIKE RIPS off her shirt exposing her *******. He begins to squeeze the right one. JANE SLAPS MIKE HARD!


MIKE lets go of her hair. Jane runs to the other room grabbing her shirt. LIZ stumbles towards him and PUNCHES him in the nose.

That's it! You little *** dumpsters are dead!

MIKE picks up the REVOLVER, runs to the chair where the bullets are and tries to reload. JULIA wakes from her daze. We see him load 3 rounds. All of a sudden the DOOR gets broken down and the dark clad FIGURE from the scene before pulls out a BERETTA M9 with a silencer attachment. MIKE FIRES 2 shots at him haphazardly missing both. The MAN LAUGHS and FIRES one shot that MIKE's crotch catches.

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2. INT. Next door in Apartment 2.

A MAN and WOMAN in their early 40's are smoking a joint and seem disturbed by the gunfire.

What the hell was that?

Sounded like gunshots. Do you think we should call the cops?

**** no! There is a pound of chronic in the bedroom closet! Just pray whoever it is doesn't come over here!

Okay. Are you gonna pass that?

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3. INT. Apartment 3.

The smoke has cleared. MIKE is begging for death and BLEEDING out everywhere, JULIA is in a daze, dumbfounded by what she just witnessed, LIZ is cowering in fear, crying, and JANE just came out of the bedroom with her TORN SHIRT on and a terrified "Oh my God" expression. The unknown assailant has a devilish grin upon his face.

Godfuck! **** me you sunuvabitch! Godda--

The MAN obliges. He fires a single shot into his RIGHT EYE.

Well, looks like I got here in the nick of time!

W-Who the **** are you?

That is of little importance right now. Who are you foxy ladies?

M-My name's Julia. That girl over there (points to Liz) is Liz, and the ginger is Jane.

What pretty names! Well, I have a question. Will you three lovely young ladies gather round that despicable looking chair and listen to what I have to say, or are you going to run? Keep in mind I have rope in my trenchcoat and the fact I mean you no harm. I am just a lonely man with a story to tell, and the way I see it, what with that bruise on your sweet face, you kinda owe me.

I think we can stay. I just wanna know your name.

Ahh, but I am a man of many names. My christian name is Derek. You don't need the last for now.

DEREK walks to the chair and sits down. He waves the GIRLS over.

C'mon I just want to tell my tale. Look, I will put the gun under the chair as a sign of good faith that neither you girls or I will start shooting the place up again. Are we square ladies?

What do ya say guys?

They gather in the kitchen.

This guy has a ***** loose.

Yes, but he saved us from our ****. We should humor him.

I think he is hot!

LIZ and JULIA just stare at JANE.

Sorry, but he is.

So it's agreed. We will listen to his story, silently pray he doesn't **** us and leave afterwards.

The GIRLS walk to the chair. DEREK has lit the blunt.

Ahh, so you have decided to join me. Good. Do you guys wanna hit this?

LIZ and JULIA shake their heads no.

I will.

Great. Now, where do I begin. I suppose everybody's roots stem from childhood, so lets go back, oh say, 20 years ago.

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Against black, TITLE CARD

October 15th 1995.

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4. EXT. Suburbia circa 1995.

There are three boys between the ages of 6 and 9 playing in front of a grey HOUSE with a white MINIVAN in the driveway. Little DEREK is a scrawny 6 year old boy with short brown hair and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles action figure in his hands. The 2 other BOYS ages 7 and 9 are picking on him and trying to take away DONATELLO.

Leave me alone or I will whoop your ****.

BOY #1:
Whatever! You are scrawny and lame. Give us your Ninja Turtle now or we will beat you up!

BOY #2 picks up a STICK and starts hitting DEREK with it.

BOY #2:
What are you going to do? Get your daddy? Oh, wait...that's right, you don't have one!

The 2 BULLIES start laughing. A look of hatred fills young DEREK's eyes. He catches the STICK and slaps BOY #2 in the face with it. He then tackles him and starts beating him mercilessly. BOY #1 runs towards the PORCH and knocks on the DOOR. DEREK'S MOM answers. She is in her mid 30's with brown hair and casual clothing on, smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of "coffee."

BOY #2:
Derek's beating up Josh again!

Well, good for him! Bet that little pecker snot deserved it too. Now, Brad...why don't you take you and your friend on home before I tell your dad you play with Barbies.

My mother was a sweet ol' broad!

Okay, Ms. Walters, but you do know you are going to have to pull him offa Josh right?

(sighs like Brad)
I suppose.

DEREK'S MOM and BRAD walk to the front yard and GASP when they notice that DEREK has knocked out 2 of JOSH'S baby teeth, both in the front and broke his nose, which is bleeding profusely.

Derek Charles Walters! Get the **** up offa him!

He hit me with a stick!

Well, now I'm about to!

She picks up the STICK and beats his *** with it several times.

******* *****!

DEREK'S MOM, infuriated throws the stick down and SLAPS him across the face. DEREK runs away.
He runs to a wooded area in the back yard as far as his legs can take him.

Do not weep, for on that day, I met God and Satan incarnate and it turns out they existed singularly in my head.
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5. JANE:
Like a conscience?

Much more. These guys are in the room right now and only I can see him. Satan led me to you guys tonight! Who knows what kind of CRAZY hijinks are in store!

That's it I'm outta here! C'mon gu--

DEREK fires of his M9 1 time.

Now, listen to me you dykey, ****** *****. I have 3 more rounds in this ******* and one
of them is reserved for you if you don't sit your tight *** back down.

JULIA sits back down scared to death. DEREK regains his composure and is "all smiles" again.

Phew! I don't want to hurt anybody. I just want someone pretty to listen to my ******* story. ****, if you want, I will ask you guys about yourself later on, but for now I'm going to introduce you to my best friends.

Who are they again?

Ah, you were trying to pay attention. I will remember that. They go by many names. One can be called "God", "Heroic Harry", "The White Knight", whatever you envision as good, this **** is it. He is the reason you guys are still alive.

And the other?

Ahh, him. He can go by "Satan", "The ******", "The Angel of Death." He's the reason ol' crusty here no longer bothers you.

So you're basically ape ****, right?

Pretty much! Now where was I? Ah...yes

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6. INT. Small wooded area behind the house --- Early evening.

DEREK has made himself a nice little HANGOUT in the woods! there is a trunk with tons of comics in it, an arsenal of sharpened sticks and rocks, Batman action figures, and a Game Boy Color. He is drawing a picture at the moment.

There I was in my element. ****** at my mother, then all of a sudden, a deep, angelic voice rang out.

(OS...of course)
You don't have to hate her, you know. She loves you.

And then another, this voice sounding more playful and mischievous then the other.

But, for how long? Do you think she meant to have you?

Where are you guys?

And then they appeared.

A 13 YEAR OLD BOY with BROWN hair and a FLANNEL overshirt over a Nirvana T-SHIRT with baggy torn blue JEANS with stains on them appears.

BOY #1:
Don't hate your mom.

But, watch her close.

DEREK turns his head. We see another BOY roughly the same age with slightly long BLACK hair and a TRENCHCOAT over a Nine Inch Nails T-SHIRT with tight black CHICK PANTS with a CHAIN leading from his pocket to his BELT. He has a lip piercing and he is smoking a cigarette.

Who are you guys?

BOY #1:
Just think of us as older brothers your mom can't see.

Wow! I should introduce you guys to my friends!

BOY #2:

Why not?

BOY #2:
You are the only person that can see us. Don't go telling anyone and don't talk to us in front of anyone. People will think you are nuts!

BOY #1:
Think of us as two ghosts that give you advice. Don't listen to him though, he'll get you in trouble.

BOY #2:
Shut up! Or I will kick your *** again.

BOY #1:
Not in front of him. He doesn't need to see that ****. Not now

What are your names?

BOY #1:
That's up to you.

I'll call you Joe, and him Jerry.

Works for me, for now. Call us whatever you feel like calling us whenever you like. If you wanna call me ******* and him poophead, go right ahead.

Okay, but for now you guys are Joe and Jerry.

We are going to leave now. We will show up when we think the time is right. Sometimes you will see us others you won't, but we are always with you.

Even when you ****.

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7. INT. Apartment 3.

And then I went back home and they disappeared. I reconciled with my mom and for the next few weeks I didn't see them. Brad started hanging out with me again and school was good. The years go by and still no sight of them. 4 years pass by. It's 1999 and my tastes changed. Instead of Ninja Turtles and Batman it was KISS and Freddy Krueger. By this point me and Josh had made up and Brad was in middle school. And so we go to where me and the voices meet again.

8. INT. Taft Elementary
A class of roughly 25 children in your average 5th grade home room with a stout middle aged gentleman teaching. JOSH and DEREK are in the back row sitting side by side.

...And that's how the metric system works.

(to Derek)
Dude, did you check out RAW last night? The Undertaker crucified Stone Cold!

**** I missed it. I was doing homework.


What did you say Mr. Jarvis?

Sorry Mr. Cannib. I forgot to do my homework.

Josh, Derek, outside!

The old man had taken kids out of the classroom before and they always came back with tears in their eyes. As we walked outside I heard a familiar voice.

If he touches either of you, kick him in the nuts!

I told you boys too many times! None of this **** in my classroom! Josh get over here you little *****!


Hey ******* keep your hands to yourself!

CANNIB begins to throttle JOSH. DEREK pushes him off of JOSH and KICKS the TEACHER in the nuts with FURY about 3 times and jumps on top of him while JOSH watches holding his neck.

(OS) While we see Derek's mouth moving

Look here, *******. You think you can be called a teacher for drinking on a farm, ******* cattle and beating children so you can have Summer vacation every year? *******, you spiteful sad man.

DEREK SPITS in the *******'S face and begins to PUNCH him when JOSH pulls him off.

Dude, the door outta here is right there. Lets go to our lockers, get our **** and get outta here.

(Breathing heavily)
Did I just do that? What the ****? Let's get out of!

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9. EXT. Taft Elementary
A bunch of playground equipment next to an alley with a fenced in field. JOSH and DEREK are walking down the alley. It is sunny outside but about to rain.

That wasn't me that did that.

If it wasn't you who was it?

It w...

It reall
12.8k · Apr 2013
High and Horny...obviously
David Walker Apr 2013
High and *****
Don't ask for much
High and *****
Is what it is
High and *****
Likes to complain
High and *****
Gets way too excited
High and *****
Writes and beats
High and *****
Is more often than not
Sad and lonely
4.7k · Apr 2013
Dumb bitch
David Walker Apr 2013
Dumb *****
Look what you had
Dumb *****
You treated it bad
Dumb *****
I'm done with pain and tears
Dumb *****
To lose attention is one of your fears
Dumb *****
Look at you now
Dumb *****
Keeping the worst, though I don't see how.
Dumb *****
I still love you
Dumb *****
I dedicate this poem to you
4.6k · Aug 2013
Ambiguous grunge song.
David Walker Aug 2013
**** on my hands
Feet steeped in dirt
My back pains to stand
My raw **** begins to hurt

Excuse my vulgarity as it is not my intent
Excuse my anger as it tends to become violent
Excuse yourself for your ignorance and malice
Excuse my voice, if you want quiet crazy go ask Alice

Watch my face as I start to grin
It kinda ***** to watch you win

My aggression teaches lesson
My death is all that is left

Watch the water as it turns black
Black as my soul
Black as coal

My sin is your deliverance
My goal is your difference

Can't you see how blind I am?
Cant you feel how hurt I am?
Wash the blood of of my hand
Wish you luck I don't give a ****

Can you people guess my direction?
It has become hard to maintain *******
The voices blend into a shout
Hard for me to figure it out.

If you want sleep
Don't be a creep
For your soul will weep
For your eyes will start to bleed.

I can hope you decipher my message
If not well **** my guesses
Of your thoughts and intentions
All apologies of which I speak
Can't help when my eyes don't blink
4.5k · Mar 2013
Boring cunt.
David Walker Mar 2013
Blue skies
Over a
River of blood
In which I bathe
Never will be clean
Germs in my eyes

Clueless to the obvious
Until I realized
No one can satisfy
That which must be fed
The title is meant to be ambiguous. I am not talking about a boring ****. Although I know a lot of them. Almost sounds satanic, the vision I present.
3.5k · Jul 2013
Misanthropic Poet.
David Walker Jul 2013
Boredom kills
cheap thrills.
Nothing to do,
no one to *****.
No drugs
No *****
No smokes
No fun
Think I will sit
for a bit.
Think as I scratch and twitch.
Neurotic fears
****** fantasies
Sociopathic comments
Psychopathic actions
I don't care anymore.
The fuse has been lit
and there is no water for miles.
Bang bang *******
bang bang boom.
Amongst the rubble a bitter poem
A poet in trouble that shouldn't have been left alone.
Smells like...
2.8k · Jul 2013
David Walker Jul 2013
with butts.
***** between thighs,
dark circles under eyes.
Fat ***** in their mouths,
****** and lubes in their house.
Under beds and in plastic sealed bags.
Don't do drugs and become crusty old hags.
I love *****. They are underrated. Never say no.
They live for ***, they live for **** to blow.
David Walker Apr 2013
Degradation, mutilation
procrastination, contemplation.

Do you ever wonder why
the world eats at your insides?
Do you ever wonder how
come sometimes you wanna die?

It's not what you did when you were young.
It's not what you'll do when you grow old.
It's the choices you make in the here and now.
And I don't want to stop myself for anyone or anything.

Not a ******* thing can hold me back.
Not one ******* person can stop me.
Even you.
Even you.
Even you.

Degradation, mutilation
procrastination, contemplation
2.3k · Oct 2013
David Walker Oct 2013
Bang bang
**** ****
Aw ****
I work it through a hose
and **** out the deluge
Cardboard houses
and razor **** straps
And my eye is dilating
as my heart races
I explode in a rage
Of wind and acid
A blow tube in my vein
A blackened eye
A cigarette between two lips
A train exiting the station
'All aboard!
**** **** yeah!
I do k-k-k ******* and k-k-k crystal **** and k-k-k ******.
Blasphemous cheese
Black holes
Brown eyes
Poopie trim
Unwinding ecstacy
Driven by speed anger and vengeance
Running behind the booming
Urination of oil and sludge
From my tail pipe
Blue Velvet
Black cake
Purple hoses
Red tubing
Nose bleed
Big cheese
**** me
Sage wisdom
Magic sage
I am not jesus
I am just a ******
I am just a ******
I am just a creep
a ******
a cheat
a lie
a ****
a cheap little ****
**** away.
Blow up!
Al­l play and no work makes Jackie boy lazy.
End this brain flow!

2.2k · Sep 2013
David Walker Sep 2013
I think the bottle has become uncorked.
I think I could have stopped it,
but I know it wouldn't have worked.
This slew of madness is about to unfold.
I wonder if I can die young
before I grow old.
The darkness compounds frustration.
The hate on which I feed
will breed creation.

A new personality.
A new vibe.
A new rationality.
A new tribe.

I will emerge from this cocoon
better and more beautiful than I once was.
Fly away,
fly away from here.
2.0k · Sep 2013
David Walker Sep 2013
Less violence
More silence

A tear rolls from my eye
As I silently wonder why
This aching pain
Of which you are to blame
Consumes me on this day
On this bittersweet bed on which I lay

No words can keep my sadness
From flowing from my fingers
Onto this platform on which I type
This poem,
this writing,
these chicken scratches
Will serve as nothing but ephemeral reminiscences
Of what joy you used to bring me.

We can't (couldn't) keep going
We have no one to blame but ourselves
It is time to keep on trucking
Move on
And hope for someone/something new

It is a brutal, grim, meat hook realization that we are not good for each other and it is very hard to accept.
I think, 10 years from now we may either look at this point in our lives as either nothing but a flight of fancy or something we had that we were not able to contain very well that was at times equally magical and horrid.
A deep Fear surrounded our relationship and there was not enough Support from either side to make it last.
Things fade.
Time has a way of showing how Stupid and Miserable everyone was.
You fell in love with a drunken *******.
I fell in love with a **** disguised as a fallen angel.
Looking back one year, we never would have thought this is how we would be spending the anniversary of our first kiss.
Our first moment.
We were crazy.
We still are.
I don't want resentment anymore.
I don't want your love.
I just want acknowledgement today.
I want you to find someone in your school that reminds you of me in one form or another and give him a hug, because you need it, I need it and judging who he reminds you of, he probably needs it to.
I will acknowledge you today in the only way I know how.
Inebriation whilst listening to Elliott Smith.
May I never do it again.
This is my send off.
Be careful.
I still care about you.
I wish you nothing but the best.
If I didn't I wouldn't have written a poem and a brief essay today.
Have fun with life.
Now I can be happy.
This is a fitting end.
Resolution is mine.

No violence
Just silence
1.8k · Mar 2013
Piece of shit #1
David Walker Mar 2013
I'm a terrible human being
A nuisance
A freak
I am a terrible human being
A pessimist
A creep
I'm a terrible human being
I thought you would like to know
I am a terrible human being
Now it's time to go
1.8k · Sep 2013
Happy Anniversary
David Walker Sep 2013
One year.
It doesn't seem that long.
One year.
I think hard while writing this song.

We were so happy then
deep in the thralls of lust.
It was so much better then
when we weren't just echoes in the dust.

One year.
I'm not much of a writer.
One year.
The past was so much brighter.

A week had past
until we fell in love.
I wished it could last
until our spirits rose above.

One year.
This song is almost done.
One year.
I can't say I didn't have fun.

Now it's gone
and all I can say
is I'm sad I'm done.
I'm sad we drifted away.

Let's stay amiable.
Let's keep in touch.
Let's not end up in shambles.
Let hope shine when there isn't much.

Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
1.7k · Nov 2013
Call it what you will.
David Walker Nov 2013
Oh, no one seeks a partner with a beautiful mind.
It is all beautiful bodies and *****.
A girl with no other options seems to be what I'll find,
and it really makes me sick.

I could paint a picture of serenity and love
in a vast and epic view.
I seem to have none of the above
and I want you to have mine too.

Call me bitter.
Call me jealous.
Call me what you will.

None seem to understand what I am getting at,
but hopefully soon you will.

Let me take you back a decade or so.
A young, fat, spotty faced teen
thinks one day he will sometime know
love and *** through another person instead of sticky magazines.

He wastes his time looking for another soul
for years upon years until he is no longer a boy.
His short, wide ***** finally finds a hole
and it brings him great joy.

He thought *** was great hoping to do it again,
although for a while it didn't much to his chagrin.
He caves in and spends money on ill gotten ******,
sadly he he gets bored and quickly finds it to be a filthy chore.

At his wits end, suicidal and sad
wanting nothing but a woman's love,
things were looking bad
until something came out of the darkness, an angel from above.

She was young and beautiful,
he could not deny.
The good times were bountiful
and he never told a lie.

He was happy and angst free for around 8 months
but the angel was a traitor and he was a putz.
A drunken ******* with no remorse.
The end had come and run the course.

Call it sad
Call it tragic
Call it what you will

I now understand it
and I hope you do too.

Now he travels this barren sea
of bros and hos and endless stupidity
with no hope, no cares,
no *** and no love.

Wishing he could do something with another
instead of hate.
He needs a new lover.
He needs a new mate.

"****!" he shouts with a frog in his throat,
"Why can't I be happy while everyone gloats?"
In is defense, life isn't quite fair
to those without muscles and dye in their hair.

And now all he does is silently weep,
listen to Elliott Smith, and shout in his sleep.

Call him an emo
Call him a loser
Call him what you will.

The moral is for you to quit being arrogant and judgmental, slutty and stupid.
There are men and women out there who wish they could.
David Walker Mar 2013
I am a ****** for ***
I will snort coke off your ***
I will lick the inside of your ******
I will slap and bite your ****
I will scrape your throat with my *****
I will choke you until you scream and gasp for air
I will make you hurt.
1.2k · Dec 2013
Whoever you are.
David Walker Dec 2013
And amidst all the darkness and hatred that floats about us in our midst, there seems to be a light. A sheer, uncompromising light that helps you glow. You. You and your amazing beauty, your radiance, your sweet bask. I feel warm when I am with you. The mystery of who you are or where I found you is just as ambiguous as your feelings are to me. I feel warm in freezing temperatures, cool in tropical climate. There is no feeling quite like it. Calm. Serenity. Balance. Mother of God in all of it's forms. A banquet for all five of my senses. A calm silent tear falls from my face as I write this, as I wish I could be wiping away yours. A silent farewell to thee my lady, my love as I dream pleasant dreams of how one day you will be in my arms. Silent. Soft. My beloved white angel in the arms of this dark, ill tempered demon. I give you sweet dreams, my dear. Whoever you are.
1.2k · May 2013
I love whores.
David Walker May 2013
I'm thinking about becoming a pornographer.
I'm thinking about sitting behind a camera.
I'm thinking about being an unseen voice.
I'm thinking about nobody seeing any part of me
except my **** while it's being ******.

I'm thinking gingers with tight *****.
I'm thinking emo girls with *******.
I'm thinking of beauty being manipulated.
I'm thinking tall, slender, bearded men with long hair pounding the **** out of the biggest ****** in town.

***** attract me.
It just depends on my behavior.
I have a ****.
A nice one.
With ***** that make it look tiny.

I love ******
I love ******
I love ******.
I love ******.
1.1k · May 2013
David Walker May 2013
I am in a funk.
A ****** funk.
A funky ****** funk.
A fucky funky funked ****** funk.

Oh, me.
Big freaky me.
Love me.
I hate you.
Pick me.

One out of millions of zeros.

Canada, oh Canada.
What a place to be.

Decision to make.
Leave it all behind.
Watch the blood drip.
Cry deeply.

0 out of a sea of 1s.
1.1k · Aug 2013
Happy Birthday Jackie.
David Walker Aug 2013
How long has it been?
A while I am sure.
Positive I love you,
Positive I 'm not through.
You are my favorite love.

Because you are beautiful,
Intelligent and cool.
Really wish I could be with you,
To share the ambiance and view.
Happy doesn't begin to
Describe the feelings you give me.
A few minor problems can't keep me away from
Your sweet embrace.

Just can't tell others how much you mean to me.
A cute voice and face and so much more,
Could I count myself as one of the lucky? It
Kills me to think about the times we are apart.
It makes me sad, however I want you to know that you are
Everything to me and I love you with all of my heart.
1.1k · Apr 2013
Free flowing creativity 1
David Walker Apr 2013
She is the most beautiful creature on this whole earth flowing in the breeze like a moth to a flame I reason with these forces of nature but something opposes this a twist of fate a bitter twist of fate I just need to make it perfect a factor corrupts I can't control my temper a weird rapacious element of surprise a catch in the throat of real awareness towards something I love so much yet am never around. A blissful unawareness to darker elements I cannot compose anything more meaningful streaming from my mind to the fingers which type this out. I **** Hellopoetry with intelligent prose of which I am capable.
1.1k · Oct 2013
Rebirth and Death
David Walker Oct 2013
Anger bleeds
as I rise from my tomb.
A stranger needs
the cancer out of her womb.

The meat rots at the foot of the banshee.
A ****** smiles as HE becomes the victim.
Realization is worth a thousand prayers.
Welcome home.
David Walker Apr 2013
I want to ease you out of the mess you've gotten into.
I want to be the one to save you from it.
I want you to not have to worry about deceit or suspicion.
I want you to snap out of your 3 year coma.

If I could end it all for you, I would be the happiest I've been in a very long time.
Your beauty is only matched by your strength to endure and your blind loyalty to a man that doesn't deserve it.
I have more respect for you than all of my friends for that.
I wish I could have that much devotion in my life, with my relations.
If only I had you.

You are so ****** unique, so ****** beautiful.
I want to end your pain, but I don't know how.
I cry for you.
I cry for the day you wake up.
1.1k · Aug 2013
David Walker Aug 2013
I think I'm crazy.
Others will conclude the same.
Muddled brain is hazy,
makes everything seem so lame.

Do you know a freak when you see it?
A blistered monkey on my back.
Do you know a creep when you ***** him?
Another ****** has a heart attack.

I think you may be wrong.
Normal wastes the day away.
I wearily write this song,
as I try to begin my day.

Do you know a freak when you see it?
A blistered monkey on my back.
Do you know a creep when you ***** him?
Another ****** has a heart attack.

Not to exclaim "I'm a killer!"
But you see my knife is in your back.
Jesus claimed that we're all sinners,
and we all have some **** to smack.

Do you know a freak when you see it?
A blistered monkey on my back.
Do you know a creep when you ***** him?
Another ****** has a heart attack.

Another ****** has a heart attack.
995 · Mar 2013
Schizoid in (out) of love.
David Walker Mar 2013
Do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know?
I'm insane?
Hit and run
Hit and run
Hit and run
Over your brain.
Do you think
Things can change?
I don't wanna like
You and your ****
Look a like a *****
Make me bleed
I don't stop to care
I won't start to lead
If you wanna start
It won't even be
The same
The same
The same
The same!
991 · Jun 2013
Loves black magic.
David Walker Jun 2013
It's like being in a warm vat of viscous fluid when you are here,
and like being in a hive of razor stinger bees with rabies when you are not.
Comfortable buzz of which no drug can muster.
You are better than opiates.
My face so bitter and coarse, glows like florescent tubing in a flaming wreck.
No tears,
no anger,
just magic.
Magic I can't ignore.
Magic I must conjure.
As sinful as Satan himself.
My bewitching *****.
951 · Jul 2013
David Walker Jul 2013
I don't care
to cut my hair.
Realism is important
on Halloween.
I may be bald,
but ******,
I'll still be ****.
With my visor,
smoke holder,
Hawaiian shirt,
and khaki shorts.
Everything will be just
942 · Sep 2013
Pound of Flesh
David Walker Sep 2013
Meat for sale.
****** meat.
Face bled pale,
oh what a treat.

Pound of flesh.

Skin drying from a hook.
****** scalps top pretty dummies.
I am trying to read a taxidermy book.
Maybe stuffed bodies can make me some money.

Pound of flesh.
David Walker Sep 2013
Selfish clam
gives no damns.
Angry wiener
is not a winner.

Bad ***
All ***
No ***
Good ***

Drunken folly,
me so solly.
Moaning rapture.
Fluids capture.

Right ***
Old ***
New ***
Wrong ***

Did you know that if you have one ball bigger than the other it is hard to eloquently pull of a bullfrog with your sack?

I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
884 · Mar 2013
David Walker Mar 2013
****** arousal
Black heart
Thoughts about
You are
I am
Lets ****
David Walker Sep 2013
A deep red hue drips from his eyes.
Bleak ideas being entertained by the executioner.
A sharp knife tells truths that no word can.
He slowly carves down the middle with intent to remove the heart.
No gasps or shrieks of pain as death has already set in.
The bored executioner sighs and a sparkling tear drops from behind his hood.
"I have done more than my share for this poor man. The rest is for the worms."
He removes his hood and cleans his blade.
"I need to **** something."
He leaves his chamber of death to frequent the nearby brothel.
He approaches the madam and asks for "the one with the ***."
A tall young lady with orange hair and a behind that could easily hold a cup of the finest vino whilst she is standing appears.
She is "dressed" in a tiny bra covering only most of her ******* and a pair of shorts so tight her ***** lips are visible.
"How the hell did you even get that pair of shorts on that big ol' ***?" the executioner asks.
She begins to talk, but it is mostly mindless ambiance to the executioners ears.
He interrupts her jabbering, throws down a thousand dollars taken from his blood stained jeans and grabs the well endowed young lady and takes her back to the room upstairs, unknowing of the fact that she will never be seen alive again...
David Walker Mar 2013
I don't think you've
learned, not one bit.
Look at this wreck
I have become.
Relinquish your
vice like grip from
around my throat.
****** my **** raw.
Blood from my
**** drops into
the toilet in which
my reflection lies.
Bruises on my skin.
Bruises on my eyes.
810 · Aug 2013
The Addams Family
David Walker Aug 2013
Could I be an adventurer and be romantic?
Could you be a dark beauty and torture me?
Could our daughter be macabre and evil?
Could our son be fat and homely?
Could my brother be bald and creepy?
Could my mother be a witch and curse?
Can a servant be eight feet tall?
Can a severed hand solve all of our problems?
Can my cousin be made of hair?
Can we be The Addams Family?
804 · Jun 2013
David Walker Jun 2013
Be free.
Be free, yeah.
No one give a ****.

I say
you say,
Nothin' smart on facebook.

Ignore, ignore
smoke a joint

**** a ****,
shoot some junk.
Junkies are heroes.

Just repeat.
Just repeat.
751 · Mar 2013
Caffeinated Heartbreak
David Walker Mar 2013
Shoot yourself up
With toxic waste
Coffee grounds in a cup
Man what a delicious taste

**** girl you're looking fine
That *** looking best
Don't get too drunk off that wine
I want to snort a line off of your breast

Tastes good
Got wood
Hot night
Genitals fight

My cup full of shiny tears
Salty caffeinated fuel
Bring to life all of my fears
Make me feel like a tool

I have to go
I feel sick
I want you to know
You have my ****

Tastes bad
Got sad
Hot ****
Genitals hit

Gone insane
Cut my vein
Gone insane
Cut my vein
Gone insane
Cut my vein
709 · Sep 2013
No Name #1
David Walker Sep 2013
Killer emotions about killers killing people
while I sing a pretty song about love.
I am not the only preacher in the steeple
to a God that doesn't reside above.

The voices tell me I am powerful.
That there are people who deserve to die.
The blood tastes sour. Full
of disease and monoxide.

Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?


Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?

Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
700 · Jul 2013
Voices (poem)
David Walker Jul 2013
Dozens of voices
scream out at once
in different tones and accents
each with it's own personality.

I don't blink,
I don't sigh,
I don't think,
I don't cry.

You will never understand
angst like this.
You will never understand
rage like this.

I know why,
I won't stare,
I don't lie,
I don't care.

One little voice remains
telling me to stop.
I erase it.
I erase myself.

Blink and you'll miss it.
690 · Jul 2013
Large Stupid Fuck
David Walker Jul 2013
Hard and can't stroke.
I wish you were here.
I would make you choke.
I am far and my moans you won't hear.

I want to ****.

A gun shoots off,
a train enters a tunnel.
The volcano doesn't stop,
the fist begins to pummel.

I need to come.

I am drenched in sweat.
I am out of breath.
Please if you would let
me ******* to death.

David Walker Jul 2013
I want to be depressing.
I want to be depressed.
If I did it wouldn't solve anything.
I couldn't give any less.

There are things in my possession
I can't get rid of no matter how I try.
I won't ever learn my lesson,
no matter how much I cry.

I think I could leave right now.
Go somewhere and not exist.
I will disappear without you knowing how.
I don't think there is more than this.

Stop following.
Stop caring.
Stop wallowing.
Stop staring.

I will bleed,
for years upon years.
I don't like what I breed,
tears and fears.

If love begets hate,
then this shall end mine.
One last kiss, one last date,
one more embrace, one more time.

I wish it would go away,
I wish it could end right here.
I just want you to stay,
I just want to make it a year.

Start searching.
Start moving.
Start living.
Start loving.

We can start over.
We can start again.

I can feel it again.

30 minutes. This is the longest amount of time I have ever put into a poem. This one took 45. I will say with no ego that this is the best poem I have ever written. Jackie...this is for you.
David Walker Apr 2013
I love my hate
So single and pure
It is never late
And I'm not too sure

Haphazard cuts
On your milky white face
A red door shuts
The vacant space

Bleeding down I am so clean
Let me view the sky so bleak
If you smile it must not work
******* clean from a ****** ****

If I **** you
Oh, will you be mine?

If I **** you
Oh, will you be mine?

Bled down I am now clean
I saw the skies, and they were weak
You started to cry, it started to work
I am raw, and I am the ****
676 · Jul 2013
Lie, cry, die.
David Walker Jul 2013
What the hell is wrong?
What the hell have I become?

Another useless ****
pulled apart from the middle.
No ******* luck!
No, not even a little.

What the hell is wrong?
What the hell have you become?

Another selfish lie
pours out your hole.
You must be ******* high!
No ******* soul.

What the hell is wrong?
What the hell have we become?

Two estranged *****.
Can't keep peace.
Waiting for our fix!
Won't break the leash.

If I could run,
I would take a gun (with me)
Sing this song,
Sing this song as I cry (with you)

If I die, won't you?
674 · Jun 2013
David Walker Jun 2013
Cannot find the words to say,
think I'll say something anyways.
Warm hands clasp around my waist,
white fluid doesn't go to waste.


I thought of something intelligent,
out of my mind is where it went.
Myself is growing at a rate most arrogant,
my hands are blistered thinking of the time I've spent

David Walker Jun 2013
Breaking my chains
scarring my brain.
I think I may be insane.

Rattle in my throat
scar on my hand.
Writing this note
as if I had a plan.

Watch as all the pretty people go by,
my hope, my dream is just to stay high.

Away from the ignorance of this town,
I am the prince of depravity with a thorny crown.

Breaking my chains
scarring my brain.
I think I may be insane.

I think I may be insane.
608 · Jul 2013
David Walker Jul 2013
Anger at the world
For nothing but the people
With my lip curled
As they **** upon their steeple

I watch mildly amused
As you **** and lie and hurt
******* everything you've abused

If I would die
I would watch my friends lie

About the amazing intelligence
and beautiful voice.

"Oh, he was a good man, I'm gonna miss him."

Good man?
Sick man more like it.
Sick of the ******* masses and their ejaculatory comments.

Watch it blow.
I am I am I am
What the hell have I?
Here I come.
605 · Jan 2013
David Walker Jan 2013
I see you
wandering aimlessly
through the ashes of what remains.
That cold feeling we share
keeps us in sync.
The hazy sight
of a future with you
keeps me in good spirit
with tears in the way.
The present is bleak
and I stop to think
of a way to sew up my heart.
To you I say
"Miss Jackie, please
come back and stay."
598 · Jul 2013
The calm before the storm.
David Walker Jul 2013
To be stuck without a voice,
to be stuck without a life.
Don't be afraid of the noise,
don't be afraid of strife.

Existential value can be found within.
Aesthetic value can be found within.

Life doesn't fear death,
it embraces it.

Coexist with your own inner peace.
Happiness is 20 minutes away.

Home is reaching nearer with every passing moment for all of us.
I know there is a plague coming.

Hey now, hey now
don't dream it's over.
591 · Apr 2013
David Walker Apr 2013
I want to ease you out of the mess you've gotten into.
I want to be the one to save you from it.
I want you to not have to worry about deceit or suspicion.
I want you to snap out of your 3 year coma.

If I could end it all for you, I would be the happiest I've been in a very long time.
Your beauty is only matched by your strength to endure and your blind loyalty to a man that doesn't deserve it.
I have more respect for you than all of my friends for that.
I wish I could have that much devotion in my life, with my relations.
If only I had you.

You are so ****** unique, so ****** beautiful.
I want to end your pain, but I don't know how.
I cry for you.
I cry for the day you wake up.
574 · Mar 2013
David Walker Mar 2013
Aching pain.
I'm sad again.
Will I get better?
Can I hide this *****
Shame from you people any longer?
Watch me bleed out from my eyes
And my veins. Blurring the lines between logic
And insanity. Rapacious appetite for drugs and women not
Sated. Maybe I can be like the rest of this
Town and blow out a vein or two. Maybe like others
In this town I have to have them while they are young.
Maybe I should be alone in a darkened room listening to Elliott Smith
Cutting myself, jerking off with my blood to emo girl ****, crying deeply. Numb
To your feelings and concern while you quietly overlook the insanity unfolding before you now.
573 · Jul 2013
Angelic glow.
David Walker Jul 2013
Do you like it here?
Are you as warm as you appear?
Living on a cloud
going softly not loud
into the abyss
molded by a fluid
of unintelligible life
in a glowing retina
of a super sentient being
in space.

I love your
clean glow
from which
the warmth
unto me.

Smack me so I can feel
570 · Mar 2013
David Walker Mar 2013
Just look
Just look
Just look
At the shells you've become
Wasting away on your smack
No time to live
No time to die
Looking around at the life you waste
Still every time you shoot
Look at the fog in your veins
Every time you shoot
Look at the friends you hurt
Every time you shoot
Dream the addict dream
545 · Mar 2013
Alcoholic's Angst
David Walker Mar 2013
Sweet sickness
I cure with
This bottle of

Empty reasoning
You don't understand
Just how I

I sit and watch the world go by
I'm so sad
I can't stand it anymore
I am mad

Headache I have
It hurts so bad
Marijuana helps dull the

Watch as I
Twist in this
Sick convulsion I have

I sit and watch the world go by
I'm so sad
I can't stand it anymore
I am mad

Your arrogance is what
Shall feed
Watch out now
You'll bleed

I sit and watch the world go by
I'm so sad
I can't stand it anymore
I am mad (x2)
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