Dayz Poetry

[michael:) 0]

DAYZ

they come

They run

It bites

It frights

It might not think

It might not breath

But when it speeds from bushes or trees

You better shoot

You cannot loot

Check if they heard

It sounds absurd

Just keep on moving

The Bambi's are fooling You into a gaze of pity and blaze

Yet when you wake you hear the sea

No one here to hurt you or me

I think its time to play Dayz

[Parazight 1599]

Oh dear lord, why did I click on this thread

Probably another poster who should go to bed

I sit here a moment, thinking of something to write

it's like a terrible aneurysm that I cannot fight

someone please, shoot me in the head

[doctorbadsign 645]

DayZ Standalone

Tactical bacon sandwich

My last meal on earth

[Grimey Rick 3417]

Terrible.

[BrainlessZombie 190]

Sweaty balls

 

no pants

 

my feet hurts

 

beans.

[Mullraugh 1151]

There once was a man named Red

 

He was trying his best not lose his head

 

He went to Green Mountain

 

And drank from a fountain

 

He found a truck

 

A hockeysick but no puck

 

He went to Stary Sobor

 

And woke up hung over

 

His life was okay

 

Until that one day

 

Where a man he met betrayed him

 

And now he is most certainly dead.

[Grimey Rick 3417]

There once was a man named Red

He was trying his best not lose his head

He went to Green Mountain

And drank from a fountain

He found a truck

A hockeysick but no puck

He went to Stary Sobor

And woke up hung over

His life was okay

Until that one day

Where a man he met betrayed him

And now he is most certainly dead.

Stopped reading after fountain at Green Mountain.

[Mullraugh 1151]

Stopped reading after fountain at Green Mountain.

 

lol

[deadjuice 64]

[sorry, this is longer than I expected, but is based on a true DayZ story]

 

It is only fair and just, to never kill a member of the speaking teams, for trust.

But darkness upon me once fell, and little did trust to quell the rage. (The reason upon this page I will tell.)

 

A day I arose to the chittering of young, chittering of friends fallen in Berenzino they sung. 

“Follow us, and and lend your aid,” They squawked as they rested a 1911 in my hand, “For if truth be told of thee, we desire no other, to join us in this escapade.”

 

Down, down we strove, three strong, into the midst of Berenzino we dove. 

And before long, we came upon the train station. Several of hostile intent awaited inside, they that have caused us emasculation.

 

1911 in hand, as prepared as can be. My fellow with M4 fell upon the left door, and was brought down low. Down I took the right door, twice was my trigger pulled thrice, and hard they fell to the floor below. 

 

My fellow’s M4 arm I took as my own. I rejoiced aloud, for those who would harm us were all but sowed into the ground.  

Upon me did three youth return. As I stood as ward, they stood around. Not a care in the world as they looted the bodies. Was it only I, who yearned for higher ground? 

 

Enter in a new face. Without challenge, she came into the place. Speaking in teams, I her identity demanded. Without warning, her hands fell upon my head. Into darkness I landed.

Arose I again, for the youth have responded. Tho she was low, I was still despondent, for they have returned to their misering. For fresh loot only, were they desiring.

 

Another from the teams that spoke, came upon us. The one whose arm I held, by a hail of gunshot was broke. Ignorance and deafness have wrote for our own to lie breathless.

 

“Hark!” I cried, “For several of us stand yet! Aid me you fools, for they will return I bet! You to the door, you to the other, and my third younger brother, throw the spoils under. We may avail ourselves of the loot, but if it lies upon the bodies for too long, it will go kaput!”

 

“Truth!” Was the hurrah, but nothing had changed. Greedy hands sifted through the remains, as if they were deranged.

I took it upon myself, to save the wealth. and then returned to position, darker growing my disposition.

 

Through a door suddenly screamed the fires of hell. All three of the youth at once were struck by the tirade, and quickly fell.

 

Return I, my own venom, then behind a desk I dove. My own ammo spent was only a tenth of what I owned.

I flew to the door, but there was none to be seen. To the corner I did flee. 

Round, round I went, and where again the building was bent, I came upon the avenger. Lent him I did, a clip-full of bullets. I, the sole revenger.

He returned in kind, before his demise. Thus was I broken and slept in shadows once again. Yet I felt ease of mind, and waited to arise.  

 

But upon my dying ears, I swear did hear, the chittering of youth. Upon the speaking of teams, they spoke I tell in truth, of ignorance, as to what has been afoot. 

 

Lashing hate tore, spat, fire unabated inside. My end I chose myself, I did not debate it.

 

Time had passed. Arose I again. To another team I once again was speaking. 

My ears did hear, I did fear, a youth from the time gone bad. 

 

Lashing hate tore, spat, fire unabated, ashes spewed and broiled, my soul snuffed cold, my plan steered bold. 

 

In the tongue of of a snake did I tell him to meet me. Upon the road did I intend to defeat he. 

Silencing the teams that spoke, to the road I went. My gun I did stroke gleefully.

We came upon each other, we spoke as brothers. But then I did suddenly lash out, a few loud flashes, and he laid before me smothered. 

 

“Woa unto thee!” I moaned, “For thy company I was betrothed! But as you have failed me in thy youthful belligerence, my trust has become ignorant! Woa unto thee, the youth of tomorrow! For you no more will I follow!”

Edited July 6, 2015 by Deadjuice

[Jex 1104]

I am a zombie

I like abercrombie

and fitch

I get the itch

to eat your brains

and shit them down the drains

of my dungarees

and don't forget the bees

please.

[Zuulass 45]

During his last moment, Shisui's disciples requested that he write a death poem. He grasped his brush, painted a circle, cast the brush aside, and died. The circle— indicating the void, the essence of everything, enlightenment— is one of the most important symbols of Zen Buddhism.

Edited July 8, 2015 by Zuulass

[pilgrim* 3514]

The circle— indicating the void, the essence of everything, enlightenment— is one of the most important symbols of Zen Buddhism.

 

Nice, but this is not what the circle indicates, who told you that ?

 

           

 

     "no spiritual significance" [Musō Soseki, 1275–1351]

 

xx tourist

 

while you're there,

maybe you can point me at something

that does not mean

"the void, the essence of everything, enlightenment"

I'd like to see that

 

xx tourist

Edited July 8, 2015 by pilgrim

[Parazight 1599]

You were at the cop shop

on a bender of server hops.

The enlightenment, you did not see

for loot you came, a warning you did not heed.

It's a trap you idiot.

[Zuulass 45]

Nice, but this is not what the circle indicates, who told you that ?

 

 

i forget but it was long ago so i just kinda trusted it, what's it mean?

[Yuval 221]

I have found a walking tactical bacon.

The End.

[pilgrim* 3514]

i forget but it was long ago so i just kinda trusted it, what's it mean?

 

Old Japanese guy paints perfect circle then dies - is it important that this is his last act or could he have done it anytime ? Why is the last thing he does more important than what he did for instance 10 years and 3 months earlier ? If he has something to tell his followers why did he not say it in words so they would understand better ? If the circle is what he really meant then why does someone else explain it in words a long time later ? He could have done that himself ? His last act was not painting the circle it was throwing the paintbrush away ? Have the followers understood yet ? What are they trying to understand 246 years later ? What is so important that must be understood but not use words to do it ? What was it he knew to gather all these disciples around him in the first place, because he understood something they didn't ? Did he draw one perfect circle in his life or did he draw plenty of them ? Did he draw other things ? Did he practice a lot ? What did the followers think they would learn before they learned it, that made them become followers ? What can we learn from an old Japanese guy who died 246 years ago ? Today people make money from talking about "old zen masters" and explaining what those people meant ? Is that why they did it, they must have made a living too ? Were they famous ? Was it a good death ? Why did he throw the paintbrush away ? Is a meaningful thing that happened 2.5 centuries ago more meaningful than a meaningful thing that happens now today ? How ? Did the followers understand something, did they say what it was ? Did the old guy make things more difficult or did he make things more obvious ? It's a pretty nice circle right ? What is it drawn on ? Can you see it right now ? Or can you picture it ? Is that a reproduction of the original or is that a reproduction of a copy ? What makes it better than any other circle ? The circle or the story ? Did he draw other circles that weren't so good ? Is it his best because it's the last ? Why didn't he just put the brush down as usual ? Seriously why didn't he do all this a week earlier so he could have had some peaceful last moments instead of being hassled by his followers ? Can you do this ? What is the meaningful last act you would do just as you died, to impress or help your followers ? Listen, what can you hear right now ? I can hear the computer, a bird, water running, a drummer warming up at a concert in the valley a mile away. What can you hear ?

 

Ensō

[BBow 25]

Roses Are Red,

Violets Are Blue,

I'm A Bandit,

Fuck You.

 

- Kills Player -

 

Your body is going to be my bait,

When they realize its going to be to late,

I just fucked their fate,

It was your friend I just ate.

He. Tasted. Fucking. Great.

 

Bandits Rule The World.

#Misfits

 

We as Misfits don't fit within Society, Chernaus that's where we reside. Killing people like swine's in a slaughterhouse. We destroy any form of life that's presented to us. People who like us they want to be with us. They want to be a experimental drug in our system. To be some thing complete. We rid cities of our vicious killers looking to tear apart everything. to fuck over everything in sight. We are Misfits we are killers. we will find you. We will kill you.

Edited July 9, 2015 by Magestic

[deadjuice 64]

Roses Are Red,

Violets Are Blue,

I'm A Bandit,

Fuck You.

 

- Kills Player -

 

Your body is going to be my bait,

When they realize its going to be to late,

I just fucked their fate,

It was your friend I just ate.

He. Tasted. Fucking. Great.

 

I loved these to. The last part was too Hot Topic/ICP for me.