Member Since: November 2012

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Featured on Booksie by RaslanGontier

As The Graveflower Consumes, a Glasswing Butterfly

Short Story / Romance

Based Upon a Song and Old Sketches: Song:"Graveflower by Acid Bath" Sketch/Poem: "Tongue (Sold) by me" Like if you liked it, comment and tell me what you think! Read More

Immortality (Dreamer)

Short Story / Science Fiction

This is the second CreepyPasta I ever wrote, it's old and I wasn't much of a writer, it might sound a bit stupid and childish. It's about following your dreams, the price you pay, and how bad… Read More

...and The Cycle Continues (On Wings Of Hope)

Short Story / Thrillers

When everything around you seems dead, and all the colors of your life were bled, there might be someone to pick you up off the ground, enlightening your life with the darkest of colors, only so you… Read More

Will You Be My Friend? (Alone)

Short Story / Thrillers

This is a somewhat 'Creepypasta', it might be... a little bit slow and boring at first, but it'll pick up fast eventually. Please hit I like it, if you actually liked it, comment and tell me what… Read More


The name's Raslan Zorba, but I call myself Gontier, because  like that name better.

There isn't much to say, I'm just a regular teenage, that one day decided to express myself by writing; the comments I got were kind of encouraging and I decided to write more, and more.

I didn't get all the attention I needed from my friends, so I decided to make this account on Booksie, which surprisingly had a few hits, more than I expected it to! And that's the story behind my account.

The poems I write are deeply inspired by the legendary, sludge metal band, Acid Bath.

That's all I have to say, here's what I follow:



"Flower girls sing lover

Grave games in the courtyard

I heard her, screaming like a radio

Flower girls sing lover

Grave games in the courtyard

I heard her, screaming like a radio


Mary Lou, left marks on you

She just screams at the walls

The kite string pops,

I'm swallowed whole by the sky

We smoke the bones of baby dolls


Techno liquid, screaming meat

Heaven's cold beneath my feet

Cyber love, the anti man

We make love, ahh... because we can


Virgins play where the bayou's blue

Barefoot eating a mushroom stew

Work for pay, and pay for freedom

Fuck 'em all, we don't need 'em

We smoke the bones of baby dolls"

                           Acid Bath, The Bones Of Baby Dolls <3






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