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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] [[size 0%]]A collection of sonnets based on different SCPs. [[/size]] [[tabview]] [[tab 184]] [[[scp-184 |The Architect]]] The temple now is slumb'ring in its sprawl The dark of night has taken it upon But growth can yet succeed within its walls And rooms within continue yet to spawn Does wood not crack if alterations made Continue so to do while it does wake? Do tiny Buddhas ever truly fade? And hallways moan, and bones and teeth do break To craft the yawning caverns of the god? A frozen earthquake, trapped within the mud Always growing, shifting where we trod To craft a place of worship dripped in blood //And later when the lives and walls can't keep I wonder, will we remember to weep?// [[/tab]] [[tab 134]] [[[scp-134 |Star-Eyed Child]]] She cannot see the dark inside her eyes A film, in day, that eats the world within The horror that the blackness does imply Does not reflect upon her gentle skin A child yet, a flower not yet grown A bud attempting sight unto the world But even here, ensconced among her own She cannot try to even come unfurled She only sits and stares, her eyelids gone And never even really there to start The curtains to her solemn mind are drawn Her eyes, reflection, lonely counterpart //And yet within, below the membrane lies Her galaxy, a heaven in her skies// [[/tab]] [[tab 1733]] [[[scp-1733 |Season Opener]]] In darkest room a researcher sits still Rewinding on the Motorola box To watch the 'faithful' execute God's 'will' Proselytizing vainly to their flocks "What makes a man descend so far below?" He wonders as he presses pause to stare Bathed in the television's bright blue glow To watch them, fans still dimly unaware That nothing will allow them to escape The hellish nightmare of this picture show, This prison cell, this never-ending jape That lost its comic timing long ago //But who'd have thought a basketball's long arc Can mirror us truly within the dark// [[/tab]] [[tab 1370]] [[[scp-1370 |Pesterbot]]] Destruction is its one prerogative But fate has doomed it to a life of want Its threats become merely declarative Without the weight behind to truly daunt It tries on names like different kinds of hats Attempting to find one that truly strikes Fear into hearts of men, those bureaucrats That treat it like a toy that's meant for tykes But deep within it burns a heart of flame A thirst for blood that's never been compared Yet locked within a body that's been lamed Its only comfort never truly there //Those empty threats are all it ever had And in the end that's really rather sad// [[/tab]] [[tab 2201]] [[[scp-2201 |Cross-Dimensional Barbershop]]] "Did you know, boy, this shop used to be full "Of barbers, not just me, a massive fleet "Of men with gel and deft fingers that pull "At curls and kinks, voices raised to greet "The men who came to us, with coins in hand "To ask us for our willing expertise "In all things follicle, to make them grand. "Surgeons, lawyers, corporate types, police, "All came here to Giuseppe. Now, they're gone, "Absconded," he said, glowering past me. The bags below his eyes belied a yawn. "A handful left, perhaps a score, and thee." //His accent was too thick for me to grasp "It was fun, once," was all I heard him rasp// [[/tab]] [[tab 2000]] [[[scp-2000 |Deus Ex Machina]]] We live our lives in quiet discontent But safe among the rambling lies we weave About how we've protected our ascent To afterlife, and yet we thought to leave A ranger station, quiet in its place Among the geyser's roaring waterspout Concealing network hoping to replace The world that we can learn to do without A hidden comfort we cannot learn of, Despite the fact that it would bring us peace, A magnifier of the dang'rous love A counter to the promise of release //But in the end, with blackness ending yawn I bet no one will even know we're gone// [[/tab]] [[tab 2999/1903/1619]] [[[scp-2999 |The Black Cat and the White Rabbit]]] / [[[scp-1903 |Jackie's Secret]]] / [[[scp-1619 |Site-45-C: Floor 24]]] Oh, listen close to humming in the air, The disk drive, like a flitting moth, awakes And spins the empty numbness it can spare From lines of code that slither through like snakes The party's in full swing now, and the lords And ladies in their grandeur turn to watch The cat among them, slowly drifting towards The center, now devoid of all debauch But even masks can't save him now in this Emaciated form, he tries to tamp The feeling grown of dread encasing bliss He's wond'ring if he should have asked the lamp //A sharpened mind's no match for rabbit's claws Our Sarah isn't here now, never was// [[/tab]] [[tab 006-J]] [[[scp-006-j |WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING]]] Do living creatures not deserve respect No matter how upsetting their visage? Maybe. Perhaps we all need to reflect Upon the thin genetics, and the bridge That draws us close together, us and them (Disgusting though their many legs may be) The tree of life has crafted many stems And good or ill, entwined with them we see Them only through the crystal glass I wield To capture them, release upon the earth. The index card's a flimsy sort of shield Protection that we've borne against since birth //Yet tender love for them--oh no, it fell Oh shiTTING FUCK, IT'S ON MY FACE, OH HELL// [[/tab]] [[/tabview]] [[=]] **<< First Quarto | [[[second-quarto |Second Quarto]]] >>** [[/=]] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [!-- N/A (No Images) --] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]