Koma White's Posts - Wicked Zombies2024-03-29T07:23:40ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhitehttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1965875569?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://www.wickedzombies.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=0ml0fs8co6pi9&xn_auth=noWho's still alive!?tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2012-06-23:2826695:BlogPost:4772382012-06-23T20:28:07.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="font-size-5">AHOY-HOY WICKED ZOMBIES!!!</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3">I've been M.I.A. for quite a while because of school and life! Just wondering who is still here, what's shakin in WZ land, who are the new faces, and what have y'all been up to?!?! </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3"> …</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="font-size-5">AHOY-HOY WICKED ZOMBIES!!!</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3">I've been M.I.A. for quite a while because of school and life! Just wondering who is still here, what's shakin in WZ land, who are the new faces, and what have y'all been up to?!?! </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3"> </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3">I miss this place and the people around here! Drop me a line, introduce your self if you are asking yourself "who is this bitch?", say hi! </span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-3"> </span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3">I promise that even though I look undead half the time, I wont bite...<a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977083455?profile=original" target="_self"><img src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977083455?profile=original" width="500" class="align-center"/></a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="font-size-3">...Maybe</span></p>
<p></p>Thinking bout my WZ friends...tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2012-05-13:2826695:BlogPost:4713372012-05-13T02:30:00.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p style="text-align: center;">Hey Y'all...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Just thought I'd swing past and tell you guys how much I've been missing the komraderie at WZ.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I feel like I've lost an entire year of my life to college and can't wait to be done so I can get back into the swing of things here. Reports, research, homework and general mindfuckery of school is making me want to smash my brains in!! …</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Hey Y'all...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Just thought I'd swing past and tell you guys how much I've been missing the komraderie at WZ.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I feel like I've lost an entire year of my life to college and can't wait to be done so I can get back into the swing of things here. Reports, research, homework and general mindfuckery of school is making me want to smash my brains in!! </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977083673?profile=original" target="_self"><img src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977083673?profile=original" width="150" class="align-center"/></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But it's been worth the hard work for maintaining a 95% average. ;)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I need to brush up on my survival skills again, they've been lacking big time! </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Hope to get back into preparations and research on the Z-Poc again ASAP!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Anywhore... Just wanted to say my hello and tell ya's you are missed! </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Be back with a vengeance in September (after grad) </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Much Wicked Zombie Love,</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Koma White</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>xoxoxox</strong></span></p>Merry Christmas!!tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-12-24:2826695:BlogPost:4533962011-12-24T18:56:44.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
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<p>Happy Holidays to my WZ Family!!</p>
<p>Keep safe and alert during your turkey comas!!! </p>
<p>xoxoxox</p>
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<p>Love,</p>
<p>Koma White </p>
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<p>Happy Holidays to my WZ Family!!</p>
<p>Keep safe and alert during your turkey comas!!! </p>
<p>xoxoxox</p>
<p></p>
<p>Love,</p>
<p>Koma White </p>Infection Spreads.tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-12-05:2826695:BlogPost:4471382011-12-05T20:36:01.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">the blood is pooling in my eyes</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">the fluid in my lungs</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">chokes my cries</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">my veins…</span></em></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">the blood is pooling in my eyes</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">the fluid in my lungs</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">chokes my cries</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">my veins run frigid with icy flow</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">what we reap</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="font-size-5">is what we sow</span></em></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"></p>I am incomplete this time of year...tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-11-26:2826695:BlogPost:4454632011-11-26T19:38:51.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p>With Christmas time around the corner I am forced to face the loss of my parents every day the holidays are regurgitated all over the television, in the streets, on the radio, at the mall, etc...</p>
<p>It serves as a constant reminder that the two people who gave birth to me, raised me and ultimately shaped me into the person I am today are not here and never will be again.</p>
<p>For all the wrongs they did, for the sins the committed, and for the scars they left me, I love them…</p>
<p>With Christmas time around the corner I am forced to face the loss of my parents every day the holidays are regurgitated all over the television, in the streets, on the radio, at the mall, etc...</p>
<p>It serves as a constant reminder that the two people who gave birth to me, raised me and ultimately shaped me into the person I am today are not here and never will be again.</p>
<p>For all the wrongs they did, for the sins the committed, and for the scars they left me, I love them unconditionally.</p>
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<p>Just remember, the holidays are a time to cherish your family and friends... not a time to embrace capitalism.</p>
<p>Embrace who you hold close to your heart, because you don't know when they will be swept away.</p>
<p> </p>
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<p>*all apologies for the depressing topic*</p>flu season...tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-11-06:2826695:BlogPost:4377572011-11-06T02:32:01.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.motivationals.org/demotivational-posters/demotivational-poster-11940.jpg"><img class="align-full" src="http://www.motivationals.org/demotivational-posters/demotivational-poster-11940.jpg"/></a></p>
<p>The dreaded cold and flu season is upon us!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Let's hear your best tips and trick for battling the winter bugs!</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.motivationals.org/demotivational-posters/demotivational-poster-11940.jpg"><img class="align-full" src="http://www.motivationals.org/demotivational-posters/demotivational-poster-11940.jpg"/></a></p>
<p>The dreaded cold and flu season is upon us!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Let's hear your best tips and trick for battling the winter bugs!</p>Survey: Z-Poc Weapons of Preferencetag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-09-30:2826695:BlogPost:4256222011-09-30T00:37:20.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p><span class="font-size-4">Hey everyone!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">I'm doing a project on the Z-Poc for school, yeah, in college they apparently give you a little leeway in subject matter for design reasons. </span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">Just wondering if you guys wouldn't mind answering a quick survey on Facebook? (since it's the quickest and easiest way to get a survey like this around)</span></p>
<p> …</p>
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<p><span class="font-size-4">Hey everyone!</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">I'm doing a project on the Z-Poc for school, yeah, in college they apparently give you a little leeway in subject matter for design reasons. </span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">Just wondering if you guys wouldn't mind answering a quick survey on Facebook? (since it's the quickest and easiest way to get a survey like this around)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/questions/227998557256343/?qa_ref=qd">http://www.facebook.com/questions/227998557256343/?qa_ref=qd</a></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">I'll love y'all forever and you can inbox me your answers as well if you don't have Fbook. </span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">Much Love to my WZ fam. </span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">xoxoxox</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-4">Koma White</span></p>School Project: NEED IDEAS!!tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-09-21:2826695:BlogPost:4218712011-09-21T21:58:14.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p>Hello My WZ friends...</p>
<p>So here's the deal, I've got a project coming up to impress my Prof with my epic PowerPoint skills, and the greatest thing is I get to pick the topic. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So I have landed on the idea of Zombies, and my Prof is super excited to see what I can do. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So now I need ideas for the presentation. And who better to ask than the horde of zombie lovers on Wicked Zombies. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So far I've been thinking the basics: </p>
<p>- Zombie…</p>
<p>Hello My WZ friends...</p>
<p>So here's the deal, I've got a project coming up to impress my Prof with my epic PowerPoint skills, and the greatest thing is I get to pick the topic. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So I have landed on the idea of Zombies, and my Prof is super excited to see what I can do. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So now I need ideas for the presentation. And who better to ask than the horde of zombie lovers on Wicked Zombies. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So far I've been thinking the basics: </p>
<p>- Zombie Survival </p>
<p>- The relevance of Zombies in comparison to today's soceity</p>
<p>- The history of Zombies</p>
<p>- The anatomy of a Zombie</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Toss me some ideas, and I'll love you forever. </p>
<p>Appreciate anything you guys can help with :)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Thanks!!</p>So you're pissed about something on the internet?tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-08-06:2826695:BlogPost:3700722011-08-06T05:27:51.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p>We've all been there, some of us more than others. But recently I've been witness to a lot of unnecessary hostility on the internet. (And a LOT of necessary too, wink wink) </p>
<p>But for all the petty squabbles I've seen, this one's for you guys!! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Much Love, </p>
<p>Koma</p>
<p>xo</p>
<p> …</p>
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<p>We've all been there, some of us more than others. But recently I've been witness to a lot of unnecessary hostility on the internet. (And a LOT of necessary too, wink wink) </p>
<p>But for all the petty squabbles I've seen, this one's for you guys!! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Much Love, </p>
<p>Koma</p>
<p>xo</p>
<p> </p>
<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977081789?profile=original"><img class="align-center" width="500" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977081789?profile=original"/></a></p>Sex in the Post Apocalyptic Citytag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-07-26:2826695:BlogPost:3498672011-07-26T01:13:56.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p><i><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977081823?profile=original" target="_self"><img class="align-center" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1977081823?profile=original" width="500"></img></a></i></p>
<p>*I take no credit for this story, I stumbled upon it sometime ago and it was not listed with an author, but it's too brilliant not to share! Thank-you Anonymous writer!!*</p>
<p><i><br></br> <strong><em>(CARRIE, MIRANDA, CHARLOTTE, and SAMANTHA sit around a brunch table in a smoldering crater after the Apocalypse. They sip mimosa glasses filled with scarab beetles…</em></strong></i></p>
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<p>*I take no credit for this story, I stumbled upon it sometime ago and it was not listed with an author, but it's too brilliant not to share! Thank-you Anonymous writer!!*</p>
<p><i><br/> <strong><em>(CARRIE, MIRANDA, CHARLOTTE, and SAMANTHA sit around a brunch table in a smoldering crater after the Apocalypse. They sip mimosa glasses filled with scarab beetles and blood. SAMANTHA is on fire.)</em></strong></i></p>
<p>CARRIE: Ladies, have you ever noticed how hard it is to find a good man in this post-Apocalyptic dystopian landscape?!</p>
<p>MIRANDA: Have I <em>ever!!</em> It seems like all the good men are either taken or don’t have skin because their skin melted off during the Apocalypse because of the acid rain that melted off their skin!</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: Or are Jewish!!</p>
<p><em>(They laugh.)</em></p>
<p>MIRANDA: And it’s near impossible to find an affordable apartment in Manhattan. Or should I say, IneedaMAN-hattan. Or should I say, the Ocean. Manhattan is now under the Ocean.</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: Or are Arabs!!</p>
<p>CARRIE: Ladies, a toast. <em>(CARRIE, MIRANDA, and CHARLOTTE raise their glasses. SAMANTHA raises her severed, melting left arm in her right arm.)</em>We’ll be together forever! Or until the next lava-bee swarm attacks, which is in approximately one one-hundred-hundred hundredth of a nanosecond.</p>
<p><em>(A lava-bee volcano-stings SAMANTHA in the mouth. She’s slutty about it.)</em></p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: Hey, do you know if those bees are single? I would date a bumble.</p>
<p>CARRIE: I would <strong><i>FUCK THAT BUMBLE</i></strong>.</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: Or are short Mexicans!!</p>
<p>SAMANTHA: Bdddbdbdbddddbddd.</p>
<p><em>(Her skin melts off.)</em></p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: Oh Samantha, you SURE are the slut of the group!</p>
<p><em>(They drink to SAMANTHA’S sluttiness. Her lips fall off into her beetle-mosa.)</em></p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: So, ladies, I went out on a date on Wednesday night, and it was TERRIBLE. He was just a burnt-up THORAX. Pro: he comes from a good family and is a good listener. Con: he’s a THORAX.</p>
<p>CARRIE: How was the sex?? DISH!!!!</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: I put my boob on his thorax.</p>
<p>MIRANDA: NOW THAT’S THE KIND OF RACY GIRL TALK I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT, GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO CARES IF IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD, WE’RE DISHING DISHING DISHING ABOUT MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: Or are short or tall Gypsies or Africans!!</p>
<p><em>(They drink to dishing about men. SAMANTHA’S eyes fall out into her beetle-mosa.)</em></p>
<p>CARRIE: HEY, the only man I need is a pair of Manolo Blahniks <em>(pronounced “Mao-low BLARRRGGHGN-nixxXx”)</em>. And some potable water. Some extra blood. Religion. A hand to replace my hand which is about to fall off. <em>(Her hand falls off.)</em></p>
<p>MIRANDA: But seriously, how are men not flocking to us? We’re smart, sexy, and have even more sexable holes in our bodies than before the Apocalypse! I would let a man boom-boom the hole in my calf that a demon-meteorite went clear through this morning.</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: I would boom-boom some salt.</p>
<p>CARRIE: I would boom-boom a sick child’s coloring book.</p>
<p>MIRANDA: I would boom-boom a sexy leek.</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: I would boom-boom some sexy sand.</p>
<p>MIRANDA: I would boom-boom a sexy ransom note.</p>
<p>CHARLOTTE: I would boom-boom some hope.</p>
<p>CARRIE: I would boom-boom a sexy hurt horse.</p>
<p>SAMANTHA: Bd. Db.</p>
<p><em>(Her head falls off. One tear comes out of a smoldering hole in her upper-arm. That’s where she cries from now.)</em></p>
<p>CARRIE: You don’t look so good, Samantha.</p>
<p>MIRANDA: Look who’s talking, Sarah Jessica Parker</p>
<p> </p>The Loverstag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-07-01:2826695:BlogPost:3162352011-07-01T01:30:00.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p><span class="font-size-3" style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;">Grab her hand as you run</span><br></br><span class="font-size-3" style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;">For your lives, not for fun</span><br></br><span class="font-size-3" style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;">The dead are walking</span> <br></br><span class="font-size-3" style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;">Your lives they're stalking…</span><br></br></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">Grab her hand as you run</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">For your lives, not for fun</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">The dead are walking</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Your lives they're stalking</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
The innocent are filled with fear</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
She's terrified, hold her near</span><br/>
<br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Watch the neighbours laid to waste</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
As cadavers begin their chase</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Hungering for the freshest flesh</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
The bravest are being put to their test</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Adrenaline begins to rush</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Fight or flight</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Cover and sights</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Grab your weapon</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Start to fight</span> <br/>
<br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">Survival of the fittest</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Longest to last</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Take care of your own</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Worry not the past</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Nothing's ever the same</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
The future wont last</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
She doesn't have the will to put up the fight</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
He doesn't have the guts to leave her tonight</span><br/>
<br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
The end is here</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
They'll just watch it burn</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Together forever</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
He wont let her turn</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Into one of the undead</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
walking or not</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Their love is one thing</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
that he will not let rot</span> <br/>
<br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
"One bullet for you,</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
One bullet for me."</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Hands held together</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Embracing tightly</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Tears fell down her cheek</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
He kissed her once more</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
One last embrace</span> <br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">As they walk hand in hand</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Through the proverbial door</span><br/>
<br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Up on a hilltop</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Death and fire below</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
"Make this pain stop."</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Dealt her final blow</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Pulled the trigger</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Said his farwells</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Now muzzle to flesh</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Time to join his angel.</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
The world is ending</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Chaos reigning supreme</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
Though, not for the two lovers</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">
For them, it seems only a dream.<br/>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'andale mono', times;" class="font-size-3">-Koma White</span></p>dirttag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-06-25:2826695:BlogPost:3111732011-06-25T17:44:16.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
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<p>clawing through red muddy waters</p>
<p>grasping at pieces of what used to be attached to something</p>
<p>someone</p>
<p>putrid aroma fills my nose</p>
<p>gagging </p>
<p>silent shrieks of agony fill my head</p>
<p>cant hide from it </p>
<p>reaching through empty space</p>
<p>I know what is here</p>
<p>faceless in the dark</p>
<p>nameless</p>
<p>groans cut through the silence</p>
<p>it comes </p>
<p>voice like gravel</p>
<p>mirrored…</p>
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<div class="post_title"><div class="post_title"></div>
<p>clawing through red muddy waters</p>
<p>grasping at pieces of what used to be attached to something</p>
<p>someone</p>
<p>putrid aroma fills my nose</p>
<p>gagging </p>
<p>silent shrieks of agony fill my head</p>
<p>cant hide from it </p>
<p>reaching through empty space</p>
<p>I know what is here</p>
<p>faceless in the dark</p>
<p>nameless</p>
<p>groans cut through the silence</p>
<p>it comes </p>
<p>voice like gravel</p>
<p>mirrored reflection</p>
<p>death has a new face</p>
<p>mine</p>
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<div class="post_title">*This is old, but I love this poem*</div>Bittag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-06-24:2826695:BlogPost:3092662011-06-24T22:06:31.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p><span>It stands in the dark about to cross the threshold</span></p>
<p><span>Face caked with blood, dirt and a story untold</span></p>
<p><span>The stagnant stench of rot fills the air</span></p>
<p><span>Into dead vacant eyes I stare.</span></p>
<p><span>The black, tattered and torn sleeved arms start to rise </span></p>
<p><span>It takes all of my strength to silence my cries</span></p>
<p><span>Fear grips hard my heart in its icy grasp</span></p>
<p><span>Death's mouth opens in a dirtied…</span></p>
<p><span>It stands in the dark about to cross the threshold</span></p>
<p><span>Face caked with blood, dirt and a story untold</span></p>
<p><span>The stagnant stench of rot fills the air</span></p>
<p><span>Into dead vacant eyes I stare.</span></p>
<p><span>The black, tattered and torn sleeved arms start to rise </span></p>
<p><span>It takes all of my strength to silence my cries</span></p>
<p><span>Fear grips hard my heart in its icy grasp</span></p>
<p><span>Death's mouth opens in a dirtied rasp.</span></p>
<p><span>I can feel my heart stop, my warm body tense, sensing my doom</span></p>
<p><span>The putrid breath emanating from its lips, fills the room</span></p>
<p><span>The mouth starts to gnash, the fingers start to claw</span></p>
<p><span>Teeth chew my flesh with it's powerful jaw.</span></p>
<p><span>I breathe my last breaths, I scream my last screams</span></p>
<p><span>My life starts to flash my unaccomplished dreams</span></p>
<p><span>I fall to my knees, blood gushing from veins</span></p>
<p><span>The world starts to fade as my life drains.</span></p>
<p><span>The pain begins to subside although the feast continues</span></p>
<p><span>This monster gorging on my muscle, gore and sinews</span></p>
<p><span>The thought comes to mind as I slowly fall</span></p>
<p><span>I will rise and come again to devour you all.</span></p>Recurring Nightmare...tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2011-06-22:2826695:BlogPost:3066792011-06-22T20:43:11.000ZKoma Whitehttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/KomaWhite
<p><i><span>After fighting off a giant horde of shambling, rotting corpses and being separated from my group, I run for cover to a 3 story home off the main street. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I barricade the front door and just my luck the windows are already boarded up tight. Just to be safe, I run up the stairs to the top floor and set up shop in what looks to be an old couples bedroom. Doilies on the table tops, family photos in silver frames, a Tiffany lamp in…</span></i></p>
<p><i><span>After fighting off a giant horde of shambling, rotting corpses and being separated from my group, I run for cover to a 3 story home off the main street. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I barricade the front door and just my luck the windows are already boarded up tight. Just to be safe, I run up the stairs to the top floor and set up shop in what looks to be an old couples bedroom. Doilies on the table tops, family photos in silver frames, a Tiffany lamp in the corner, nothing useful to be used as a weapon. There is however a glass sliding door to a balcony. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>"Great! I can scout out for my friends, if any of them are still alive.", I start thinking about the possible devouring of my loved ones flesh, "And we had done so well, so far. Shit."</span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I start crying. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>That's when I hear the sound of shuffling feet and that unmistakably squelching followed by a kind of sick plop of wet intestines hitting the floor. The tears immediately cease. My heart feels like its pumping ice water through my veins. I turn quickly to see the disemboweled, reanimated corpse of the previous homeowner jaws agape and coming my way slowly. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I reach for the hatchet at my hip, as it's the only thing I have left on me and prepare to fight, once again, for my life. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>The smell is horrendous. It's like a combination of putrid meat, diarrhea and mothballs. I gag, hard, but maintain my focus on my target inching closer by the second. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I swing the hatchet, and land it with a 'thunk' noise through this old man's skull, direct hit to the brain. The hit should have been enough to drop the walking corpse, but instead he reaches his arm up to grab at my shirt. My eyes open wide in sheer terror as I back away and swing my hatchet again, landing another direct hit to this decrepit, decaying man's head. It slices through like butter, on a slightly diagonal angle. I pull the hatchet from his head, and what looks like a perfect large slice of cake falls to the floor. Skull cake with brain filling. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>The advancing corpse now looks like its smiling a menacing toothy grin. Mocking my attempts to drop it as it reaches again for my shirt, this time grabbing a handful of cloth.</span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I began to panic swinging my hatchet once more, this time aiming at the neck to try and sever the spinal cord. Perfect swing and hit, the sharp blade cuts clean through the old man's neck leaving only an inch or so of flesh holding his head on.</span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I pull my weapon back, this things head falls to the side, but it advances again. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I have no more room to back up, this rotting shell of what was once some kid's grandpa is still gripping my shirt and not falling down. I've destroyed it's brain, I've severed the spinal cord, according to every zombie rule I have ever heard this thing should be done for. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>"You are FUCKED.", my brain is screaming at me. My heart is pounding through my chest, the tears begin to fall again as I hear the barricade break at the bottom of the stairs and what sounds like dozens of feet stomping up the stairs toward me. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>The swaying head of this old man, gnashes it's teeth at me, dangling by it's shoulder, not having the ability to grip due to lack of leverage and force, but I feel the porcelain dentures scraping my skin in the attempt to bite through my soft flesh. I push, he doesn't move, I am backed into the corner and calmly accept my fate as I close my eyes and slide down the wall into the fetal position.</span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>"This is it. You are about to be eaten by a horde of starving, rotting corpses."</span></i></p>
<p><i><span>The room is filled with the smell of decay. The sound of feet have made it into the room with more still coming. </span></i></p>
<p><i><span> </span></i></p>
<p><i><span>I breathe deep, on last breath and open my eyes to see whats coming. Dozens of dead hands reach toward me, clawing my skin and thats when I await the the sharp pang of teeth though flesh...</span></i></p>