Okay. You probably don’t know this about me if you’re one of my newer readers, but once I get started on a new hobby, I kind of dive into it at full-speed and get pretty crazy with it. It’s only after a few weeks of constant new-hobby-ism that I finally manage to peter off and find something interesting to do elsewhere (assuming I get bored of my new hobby, that is).
Yeah.
Kinda flaky, I know.
Fortunately, my strange and almost instantly-sparked obsessions usually take a rather productive turn.
You might remember yesterday when I posted a pretty rape-tastic poem written entirely in iambic pentameter. It’s from the perspective of a serial killer as he recounts one of his first “adventures” in, well, serial killing. o__o It was received surprisingly well, despite its rather offensive genre, and since I’m a freak of nature who can’t stop writing, I managed to dish out 72 more lines to continue this nameless killer’s story.
Check it out.
Ballad of a Serial Killer (continued)
The levelheaded man I knew is gone,
And in his place a monster growing strong.
Persistently I wish for ropes and chains
Around a neck that’s bound and squeezed in pain.Ferocious appetite for something sweet,
I hunt the night for my forbidden treat.
My wife, she sleeps unknowing of my ways
While prey I do on unsuspecting strays.You see, this is no curse: It is a skill.
And one enjoyed in silence for its thrill.
Perhaps in secret others do the same.
For me, I choose a very public game.I start my meal by stalking in the day,
A time when shadows won’t get in the way.
She seems so unaware of dangers near.
When drawing close I sweep away her fear.My gullible, naive and guilty pleasure:
I warm the oven, waiting for my treasure.
So charmed by my demeanor does she seem,
Oblivious to my erotic scheme.As dusk descends upon the hunting quarry,
The meat of this exhilarating story
Becomes alive with dark anticipation
For my frenzied need and sweet fixation.Routinely does she travel by the woods,
And so I cannot help myself. I could,
for good, if someone said I should, and would!
Although I feel a bit misunderstood.It’s not the killing part I so desire.
Instead, this yearning part of me requires
That I feed this lewd and wanton craving.
And so I often wind up misbehaving.“Inadequate and lacking in conviction,”
Insulting words that drive my vile addiction.
My wife, you see, she makes me insecure.
I fear we may have married immature.The sex is dull. It leaves me sore and wanting
For fantasies so devilishly haunting.
And if you feel I’m simply here for flaunting,
I’ll leave you with a story made for taunting:I’m sad to say that not all tales end well.
A sloppy mess I was at first, and dwell
I do on mem’ries past that make me flinch.
I’ve made mistakes that should have been a cinch.My first, you see, was smarter than the rest.
She charmed me too, and uttered out, “Unless
you bring me presents, I refuse to stay.”
And this is how my first meal got away.I thought persistence would lead her to see
How gifts come after satisfying me.
Insist she did until she managed free!
I now use bait for ev’ry killing spree.A man like me gives gifts with dark intent.
The sparkling jewels throw her off the scent.
I take my time, a hobby worth the wait.
Feeling risky? Take her on a date.With whores, I find it easiest to sin.
The eager little things quickly give in.
But virgins are the type that oft inspire.
Their timid ways do set my lust on fire.How sweet it is to end it with a kill.
My lack of guilty worry such a thrill.
So rarely do I question my technique
Before I toss a body in the creek.It’s when I ditch the bloody clothes and go
Back to my wife that suddenly I know
What tempts me into this vocation. I
Believe her harping causes girls to die.It’s in their eyes that I do see her face
And snap their necks with such a pleasing grace.
For years, she’s often left me worn and vexed.
I’m through! You know … I think she might be next!— Sherilynn Macale
I swear I’m really not this creepy normally. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Dexter? Anyhoo, please leave your thoughts in the comments below! Otherwise, have a fantastic Thursday evening.
Off to do something interesting that you will never hear about,
XOXO Cheri XOXO
26 comments
You say “too much Dexter” like it’s a bad thing.
Dexter is pretty much one of the greatest shows ever. I can only imagine the shit they must get for perpetuating the idea that killing is cool on a TV show.
Half the media makes killing cool. At least Dexter puts an interesting relativistic morality spin on the whole thing. And they say fuck a lot. So, that’s pretty cool.
After almost five years, I thought I was aware of most of your writing skills, and yet you still manage to amaze me. You make it sound like it comes effortlessly, out of nowhere. Unfortunately, I suspect this current “hobby” won’t last. I remember awhile back, you posted a fictional tale is “Quick Thoughts”. You were practicing with some new writing books you had received. I remember wishing you would continue that story, but you lost interest quickly. I think you should sit down and seriously plot out *your* book. There’s so many directions you go. Fiction, non-fiction, autobiographical, graphic novel and now poetry. I think you should work on a way to combine them all. btw, this poetry reminds me a little of John Valby’s “dirt poems”, which if you don’t know, might be hard to find online. It also made me think of the movie, “The Dead Girl”, with Brittany Murphy, which is one of my favorite movies. :)
Or maybe I just make every #NSFW post password protected, and charge people $0.99 (USD) for access to the article. It would keep my blog clean, and earn me a bit of revenue for simply being my same dirty-minded self behind closed doors?
… Or wait.
But it’s not like I’m posting naked pictures. But is dirty-minded blogging the same thing? Maybe this is like, INSANE mental stimulation.
Anyway, yeah. I only suggested that idea because creating a physical representation of who I am feels impossible. My story can only be told in blog format. It’s the only thing I find believable. Only I have control over this thing — through a publisher, who knows what they might alter to suit their target market? No way. I dig my script the way it is.
I just need to monetize it, right?
I’m figuring it out. I like my job now, so it’s not like I’m in a rush. And my team is ridiculously excellent. Like today, the best/worst arm-punching was when one of our editors teased all of us with the amazing food he gets to have at this event he’s “working” in.
Pure torture.
But I’m always hustling for new ideas. /Shrug. I get bored way too easily. Aaand … I’m ranting at you right now instead of cleaning my room. -___-” Side-tracked. K bye.
Well I would gladly contribute $.99 to read your blog updates. It would be nice if you could generate some extra fagiolo on the side for all the time and work you put into maintaining what you do, even though you do love doing it.
Off-topic now. When do you think you’ll ever make it over to NYC? Can’t TNW find something for you to cover? :) Ship your butt over here for some tech event or something? :)
Interestingly ou can publish blog to Kindle for a feee, so that might be a great place to start. And have paid subscription models for the RSS itself.
And the greatness continues. Very (dark)lovely. I was reading one of the previous comments and I agree that you definitely have the writing and imaginative skills to write a book but I also know what you mean when you say that a publisher could ruin it. If you ever felt up to it you could always look into publishing by Ebook. It seems that route allows the author way more freedoms to publish what they want and not having it tampered by a publisher. Of course, I do not know too much about it, as I have only started looking into it myself.
Oh, that’s right. Ebooks! I read about that one dude losing shittons in sales though when Amazon refused to pay him back. Kinda scary. :/
Interestingly you leave the first “victim” in the clear to come back and catch him again later. Much like a plot twist you already built in
Is that what the first “victim” does? Catch him later? Or does something even more impossibly awesome happen? ;)
More impossibly awesome can happen. It was just a good first step in leaving a for open to make your own twist
Every time you post a new blog, I always check to see if you replied to my comment on the previous one. This time you did! THANKS CHERI! =D
Haha! You’re welcome. I tend to do that with readers whose faces I recognize. :) You’ve been replying and commenting a lot lately. Thought I’d finally stop being shy and say hello. ^_^”
Lol! Yes! I always tend to have something to say! Thanks for the not…shy…ness.. hahaa! That’s normally pretty hard on the internet! =p
Lulz.
Well, as far as my 2 little dirty coppers go, it’s just your blog and you can do what you want with it and everybody can like it or shut the fuck up. I enjoy the majority of your writing, the personality you bring out in it, and how a lot of it has a knife edge aimed at dumbasses. You always defend yourself and your reasoning. You’re smart, gorgeous, and have enough ferocity + determination to make you a formidable person. But still feminine and reserved. I could go on about how much I’d like to punch thousands of people in the face and how anti-social I am and how it all formulates into me not giving a shit about peoples’ blogs and whatnot as a general rule of thumb, but the real point would be this-whatever it is about you makes me enjoy your posts. So post what you want when you want. Writers have a love or hate relationship 90% of the time with fanbases anyway, imo. Respect is earned, along with admiration. You’ve earned mine and I don’t consider it an easy feat. I even feel retarded for coming out of my hole to comment on your stuff, but it finally felt like it reached the point of necessity. I dig your sense of humor. Anyway, to the post itself.
I actually used to write a lot of poetry when I was 16-21ish, so I’m feeling you on this new groove you’re on. God knows I remember iambic pentameter, as it + Shakespeare got drilled into my head in highschool. If you made some drawings to go with the story, it’d be like…”Johnny the My-wife-drove-me-nuts-so-I-kill-people Homicidal Sex Deprived Basement Fiend (that also secretly plays WoW to help find victims). And I don’t know what kinda ass-kicking wine you bees drankin’ on, but this:
“Routinely she does travel by the woods,
And so I cannot help myself. I could,
for good, if someone said I should, and would!
Though I feel a bit misunderstood.”
Is fucking epic. Choose whatever ways to make money that you want, but if you keep writing like that you may as well try your shot at releasing a rap single and making 1 million dorra that way. Yung Cherizzle, da blaz’n azn dat’s so amaz’n she hotter than some sun dried raiz’ns. And you could have a HUGE 10lb charm on your necklace that is, of course, the big pink diamond. <3 Sorry for the epic novel.
As epic as that line definitely was, it could be said better.
I’ve switched it to the following:
“Routinely does she travel by the woods,
And so I cannot help myself. I could,
for good, if someone said I should, and would!
Although I feel a bit misunderstood.”
Also, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Just talking to myself — edited a section to read better with this instead:
How sweet it is to end it with a kill.
My lack of guilty worry’s such a thrill.
Rarely do I question my technique
Before I toss a body in the creek.
Ugh, Cheri!
Last week’s episode of Dexter left me CRAWLING UP THE WALLS, and now you’re going on a massive serial killer rampage. To me, this is torture while I wait for the next new episode on Sunday!
The first time you posted a ballad, I wasn’t as surprised as when you posted the second one. Holy f_ck you spent a lot more effort into developing his! Well, maybe it wasn’t effort 100%… you did mention you’ve been nodding to the iambic pentameter while writing other things.
You crack me up sometimes, goof. : ]
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Hey Cheri!
Your writing is pretty impressive, it really does remind me of Dexter and I can see how it inspired this piece. Have you ever considered giving screenwriting a shot? Well I won’t beat around the bush since you are a busy person, would you like to work on a screenplay with me? I am not a pro or anything, just a normalbroketopramenlovingcollegestudent with ideas and big dreams :). At this point you probably have a “wtf” look on your face and probably want to push the <- button or exit the browser but hear me out :x. I am asking you because you might be able to help me complete my stories. Every time I have inspiration to write a screenplay it ends up only being a scene in the whole story. Maybe you can help me fill in the blanks, it will be a fun experience…hopefully!
Thanks for taking the time to read this!
P.S. There is no such thing as too much Dexter :).
P.S.S You made it this far, thanks! Hopefully my little corny attempts to make this message less weird and more enjoyable to read worked :).
Heyy. Look, I’d love to help you, but I have a job that takes up all of my time, and have my own personal projects going on — I don’t really have the energy to spare on this. So unless this is a business opportunity with moneys or something, I’m going to have to politely decline. Thanks for asking, though!
Haha no problem, I understand. There would be money involved if a producer actually buys the screenplay but it’s a gamble…big bet, win big or big bet… win a screenplay that no one wants haha :P.
But thanks for responding!
You’re welcome! And good luck.
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