I rode in the bathysphere down
In the ocean below, where I found
A city, aquatic
And Splicers, psychotic
I think that I'd rather have drowned.
Bioshock Poetry
I rode in the bathysphere down
In the ocean below, where I found
A city, aquatic
And Splicers, psychotic
I think that I'd rather have drowned.
Ah, humorous.
Pretty good, do you have any more stuff?
LOL fantasticOriginally Posted by Pierce Plots
I rode in the bathysphere down
In the ocean below, where I found
A city, aquatic
And Splicers, psychotic
I think that I'd rather have drowned.
Atlas seemed such a nice guy.
He said we'd escape (at least try).
I followed him blindly
As he said "Would you kindly?"
But I don't trust this man, wonder why...
Down the hole I followed the hare
Where children with little feet bare
Ran around singing
To big daddy's clinging
They stole adam from corpses, I swear!
Last edited by Precarious; 01-17-2010 at 01:50 PM.
Rapture Requiem
Would you kindly take the
time and come under the
ocean, to a city where
dreams come true.
Would you kindly join
the world of rapture, as
everything falls apart. Sit back
during the ADAM rush, and
watch the city crumble.
Would you kindly join our
dystopia, and serve under a
man named Atlas in
the revolution? The pipes
burst and buildings fall,
while babies are strangled
in their cribs.
Would you kindly kill
your Little Sister and harvest
everything inside?
Mr. Bubbles wandering around,
drilling through living tissue
to protect her.
Watch the chaos unfold and
the insanity take hold.
Would you kindly
listen to everything
that's taking place?
A man chooses,
a slave obeys.
Sea of Lost Dreams
A Sea of Dreams had once waited for
my arrival, six miles beneath the surface world
that I had once known so well. A descent that would take
minutes, a struggle that would last months.
The dampness of the hallways, the constant
sound of running water, trapped in a reverse fish-tank
where the marine life is looking in on us
for a change. It appears that the walls are closing in
as the dead start to accumulate, the dripping of the water
and the bursting of the pipes are the
only sounds to be heard.
Broken hallways and flooded corridors are all
that await me now at the bottom of that
long shaft into the city. A once majestic tapestry;
demolished by the fabric from which it was woven.
One by one the lights in the buildings fade as
the occupants slowly suffocate each
other in their claustrophic rage; perhaps the
sound of the sea had driven them mad.
The cracks in the glass represent the end of our
time here, not only in this city but on this planet, as
Atlas was crushed by the Heaven's on his shoulders, we too
shall be crushed by the Ocean on ours,
as our days of Rapture fade to dust. Perhaps it was
a fault of our own...our vanity, our pride, that destroyed us. It
was we who had once said,
"No Gods or Kings, Only Man", and not even God
can save us now.
What became of our Sea of Dreams?
Last edited by PoeticMadnesss; 01-17-2010 at 01:56 PM.
Whoa. Madness indeed. Quite a mouthful.
beautiful art work in the form of dedicated words, i love this thread!!
if only i could piece together words to form an elusive tarp of mesmerizing memories and sympathy...
1:
A city beneath the ocean's deep
A promise not even Andrew Ryan could keep
His dream slowly died
and so did his pride
And then the city was weak
2:
Rapture has gone to hell, The city we know and love.
Rapture has gone to hell and many want to go above.
Rapture has gone to hell and not many people care.
Rapture has gone to hell Splicers confront me if you dare!
3:
The children roam the halls of this Underwater hell.
The children roam the halls their tunes like clinking clanking bells.
The children roam the halls shadowed by monstrosities of lore.
The children roam the halls said to open human's next evolutionary door.
The children roam the halls targeted by the mentally unstable.
But with that Big Daddy there impossibility is enabled!
Last edited by Seasick; 01-18-2010 at 10:00 AM.
I stare in the mirror, a girl
Red hair with no natural curl
But Steinman did promise
I'm no doubting Thomas
Now when you see me, you'll hurl!
Idiot, you created this place to flee from the talons of
Capitalism, socialism, communism,
But in your retreat you fell into the pit of
Something far worse,
Far more poisonous.
Your society was never perfect,
It never could have been,
For in the pursuit of perfection, only the opposite
Can ever be obtained.
You said that you rejected those ideas,
But in doing so, did you accept ideas
That threatened and changed
What us humans truly are.
ADAM, is that what they called it?
Your people-turned-monsters
Of this undersea prison.
So very ironic, its complementary element EVE,
For this place is no Eden.
You see my pain
You see my anguish
You see my hate
You see my talent
You see my money
You see my wisdom
But you don't see me.
You only see the rabbit behind the mask
-Sander F' Cohen.
The city was turning to rubble
And I knew I had run into trouble
When some Little Sister
Screamed "Stay away, mister!"
And I got beat up by Mr. Bubbles.
Sorry if this isnt relevant... but this is one of my favourite audio diaries from bioshock and its a poem (sorta) ...
The Wild Bunny by Sander Cohen
I want to take the ears off but I can't!
I hop and when I hop I never get off the ground.
It's my curse, my eternal curse!
I want to take the ears off but I can't!
It's my curse!
Its my F***ing Curse!
I WANT TO TAKE THE EARS OFF!
PLEASE! TAKE THEM OFF!!
PLEASE!!
I went to the city of Rapture
Where I tried to avoid Splicer capture.
When Big Daddy appeared
My underpants smeared.
I was scared, and my pants filled with crapture.
ELECTRO-BoLT and SONIC BOOM,
TELEKINESIS makes things Zoom!
TARGET Dummy, CyCLONE TRAP!
Unleash the ice of WINTER BLAST!
INCINERATE will make you warm
as you release an INSECT SWARM.
ENRAGE a useless bloody fool
and make an enemy your tool
The Possibilities are rife.........
for VARIETY'S the SPLICE
of LIFE!
Ahhh, brilliantly done! I greatly enjoyed this one and it made me giggle
Slight suggestion for the flow though:
ENRAGE a useless bloody fool
and make an enemy your useful tool
The Possibilities are quite rife.........
for VARIETY'S the SPLICE
of LIFE
-----------
Just a personal edit I would make is to add those two words to keep the flow going with the syllables. Don't know why, but to me it doesn't sound right without a two syllable word in the place of useful, and one syllable in place of quite. <.<
i didnt write that lutwidge did, the crazy fool....Ahhh, brilliantly done! I greatly enjoyed this one and it made me giggle
Slight suggestion for the flow though:
ENRAGE a useless bloody fool
and make an enemy your useful tool
The Possibilities are quite rife.........
for VARIETY'S the SPLICE
of LIFE
-----------
Just a personal edit I would make is to add those two words to keep the flow going with the syllables. Don't know why, but to me it doesn't sound right without a two syllable word in the place of useful, and one syllable in place of quite. <.<
there was a poetry slam and i screamed this like john malcovich does in his movies and i credited lutwidge
Last edited by that_splicer_guy; 01-18-2010 at 01:13 PM.
well then o.O find me lutwidge!
yeah, i haven't been keeping up with anything so if people are posting non-original things, I have no idea. hahahaha
Good job on your poem.
havent you been on
I have, but not since like...November.
I'm keeping myself in the dark in all regards until the game comes out. I know nothing about characters, plot, weapons, anything, unless I read it in Game Informer in the last month or so.
So yeah. <.<
That is my favorite out of all of them! Short, sweet and to the pointAnd I mean come on it is awesome!
we sit and shiver
we sit and wait
for someone to come down
so we can decide their fate
adam is short, adam is dry
but down the hall, i hear a little sis cry
i walk up so quiet, as not to give it away
what i am now planning, to so violently take
i strike her down, strike her so madly
then i feel a surge, from the drill of a big daddy
In Rapture; a huge persona
A population vast and wide
Lift up the lid or ocean
And see who dwell inside
Andrew Ryan; objectivist
Whose city was best hidden
To hide the great from parasites
He was corrupt; total, ridden
Atlas who was widely know
As a hero to one and all
He toiled to overthrow
Though there was a flaw...
Doctor B. Tenenbaum
The Little Sister Creator
Was wicked yet had a change of heart
Played a greater role later
Chinese born Yi Suchong
Plasmid extrodinaire
Who work for the greatest price
And 'came implaled in his lair
The plastic surgeon; J. Steinman
Medical Pavilion was his domane
Pratted on to Aphrodite
His motives; inhumane
Peach Wilkins; the smuggler
Paranoid through and through
Wanted photos to survive
Until he had met you!
Sander Cohen; artist
Though others say the anti
His quadtych he did dwell upon
With lingering sanity
Julie Langford, oh how sad
She met a morbid end
A botanist who also turned
To be quiet a useful friend
Sullivan; a Ryanist
Who worked on Ryan's side
After the bump on Cullpepper
Life; he could not abide
Diane McClintock; oh no
Who change sides in the war
Thought Atlas was a man of truth
'Till her blood dripped on the floor
Kyburz was a genius
A secret he had hidden
A device to help the incline
To get Andrew Ryan ridden
And what about Bioshock 2?
Sinclair, Lamb and Wales
I figure we have to wait
To listen to their tales!
Despise
Although Rapture has started to crumble,
The splicers begin to mumble,
"Lamb is on the rise..."
With one injecting a tonic,
His smile, demonic,
It is ADAM whom I truly despise
My Darling Rapture.
Rapture, oh my darling Rapture,
What has become of you?
You were magnificent, but now you're maleficent,
What has become of you?
You seem so very tired, yet your splicer's remain wired,
What has become of you?
Your Daddy's roam while your Sister's moan,
What has become of you?
Rapture, oh my darling Rapture
don't know if this is a poem but it is kinda neat but un-original
adam,adam every where but not a drop to drink.
He Asked me Kindly
he asked me kindly to listen
he asked me kindly to find
he asked me kindly to search
through the rubble and brine
he asked me kindly to kill
he asked me kindly to obey
he asked me kindly to die
and I said no way
he asked me kindly to partner
he asked me kindly to stop
he asked me kindly to fight
and I did till he dropped
Good job Pom. I like this one.
I call this
Little Sister
Walking in Rapture
I notice a Big Daddy
I made a friend
Its a haiku lol
Its not, your last line has only 4 sylables, not 5
all great stuff...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay_0_nWu8rw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ueXjIn8riI
these poems always reminds me of bioshock for whatever reason
lets see how many people are as lost as me
( don't ask )
that was very hard to follow.
There once was a Lamb called Sofia
Whose motives to us are not clear
We debate all day long
About whose right and whose wrong
But don't worry the realase date is near!!
Time to Frolic
All our life's a play of plaster
to a madman whom we call "master",
He forces us to play his game,
all because he's gone insane,
If you doubt him he may burst,
Not his last time, not his first.
He'll make your body a work of art,
in the sense that you'll be torn apart,
He's carried his burden hard and long,
I'm sure you'll hear it in his latest song,
Now to survive, complete his task,
Wait, "What's his name?" now you ask?
By now I thought you'd know him,
Of course, he's Sander ****ing Cohen!
"break the puppy's neck" he asked me ever so kindly,
and i did as he commanded.
"A Haiku I would like to share with you"
"Rapture Will Haunt You"
"In A Sea Of Dreams To Die
"Rapture Will Haunt You"
"Dedicated To What Raprure Is All About"
"Into the plane"
"Down into the sea"
"Splicers will find you"
"And you hope they don't mind you"
"You will find your way"
"Remember to keep the splicers at bay"
"Watch out for Mr.Bubbles"
"Because he may give you some troubles"
Last edited by StryderX20; 01-21-2010 at 01:43 PM.
Tear apart my mind and soul,
Condemn me to these empty halls,
My Little Sisters are all gone,
But I'll continue knocking,
Hoping to see their faces once again.
In this big sweaty suit I do stand
I look down, see a drill for a hand
a child creeps beside me
and follows me blindly
I say with a wink, aint life grand?
Last edited by Precarious; 01-23-2010 at 02:26 PM.
Posting Permissions
