Submissions by sinisterpenz (Hellbound)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.” Watchmen- join sinister -pens on fb if ya dig the ink
STORY POEM
Published
27th Dec 2015 4:15am
27th Dec 2015 4:15am
Run
maybe I walk this street because I walked away
from a place in time, he would rather not say
there's no life, no sound .no breath when your buried underground
a pillow of concrete warmed by the mids days sun storing its energy inside a man who man has no home
beautiful climate mild in mid-April 75 degree days
the look you gave painted my head with the pain
the pain of a whole nation's genocide painted his face
guilt and shame his broken trust its too much bare screaming
walking with thousands of people inside of my skull the serotonin...
from a place in time, he would rather not say
there's no life, no sound .no breath when your buried underground
a pillow of concrete warmed by the mids days sun storing its energy inside a man who man has no home
beautiful climate mild in mid-April 75 degree days
the look you gave painted my head with the pain
the pain of a whole nation's genocide painted his face
guilt and shame his broken trust its too much bare screaming
walking with thousands of people inside of my skull the serotonin...
667 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Dec 2015 1:07am
26th Dec 2015 1:07am
bunker buddies
remember when we first talked?
I do, I remember telling you and your poetry rocked
it brought me to a better time and place
that I wanted to write you first, but I was nervous
that you would shoot my poems down like theses poser
Self-entitled poets were and it was my first week of being here
I was so honored you considered me and wrote me first
thinking my poems and I were the bees knees
my soul and heart were scared bad then
with your positive spirit, you start to heal and mend it
you lifting me up high
and my ink it got...
I do, I remember telling you and your poetry rocked
it brought me to a better time and place
that I wanted to write you first, but I was nervous
that you would shoot my poems down like theses poser
Self-entitled poets were and it was my first week of being here
I was so honored you considered me and wrote me first
thinking my poems and I were the bees knees
my soul and heart were scared bad then
with your positive spirit, you start to heal and mend it
you lifting me up high
and my ink it got...
705 reads
SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 4:17pm
25th Dec 2015 4:17pm
the doc's say im sick but its a conspiercy theory
there is an under verse waiting for me.
deep depression slithers in this shell of a body
snakes bugs rats and guts fester inside me
toxic holocaust reaction meltdown what's left of me
you can't understand how powerful it is
this P.T.S.D skitzo-affective manic depression that is
it consumes me
eats me
riddles my body
leaving me empty.
the health effects of this mental illness are unknown, but I can tell you it destroys me more than the dope
maybe the addiction is a byproduct of this sickness,...
deep depression slithers in this shell of a body
snakes bugs rats and guts fester inside me
toxic holocaust reaction meltdown what's left of me
you can't understand how powerful it is
this P.T.S.D skitzo-affective manic depression that is
it consumes me
eats me
riddles my body
leaving me empty.
the health effects of this mental illness are unknown, but I can tell you it destroys me more than the dope
maybe the addiction is a byproduct of this sickness,...
598 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Dec 2015 9:46am
25th Dec 2015 9:46am
striker force and the widowmakers
why do I have my soul in my lap and this pen in my hand, I've earned my stripes they said, and the blood is not mine to keep, but as the rounds tumble to the ground I lose more and more of myself,
I wake up to the sounds of automatic gunfire, this time ever so close, sweat drips from my body heavily, with only one choice, I move thru the rocket-propelled venom that's spitting thru my walls, I hear their screams as I tumble this body into the night towards their cries, evil breaks the sound barrier has it rockets passed my head into the crooked pictures on the wall, I arrive,...
I wake up to the sounds of automatic gunfire, this time ever so close, sweat drips from my body heavily, with only one choice, I move thru the rocket-propelled venom that's spitting thru my walls, I hear their screams as I tumble this body into the night towards their cries, evil breaks the sound barrier has it rockets passed my head into the crooked pictures on the wall, I arrive,...
661 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 6:26am
25th Dec 2015 6:26am
i wish Resurrection was true
659 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2015 12:19pm
24th Dec 2015 12:19pm
for the poetry lame gang switchblades
683 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 4:54pm
22nd Dec 2015 4:54pm
word to the krazies
the webs we weave so elegantly twisting and turning around are fingers
a dangerous game we play for amusement testing are minds strength
playing with intelligent unstable minds we could all find to be unhealthy.
what happens when someone gets to sensitive or just gets quite
gets to paranoid acting out foolishly involving 3 rd parties
for fear of discovered identity or past hypothetical monstrosity
it wouldn't be me i handle my shit personally
but i cant vouch for the other 3 all i can say is tread lightly my friends
i my self will fight to the death never...
a dangerous game we play for amusement testing are minds strength
playing with intelligent unstable minds we could all find to be unhealthy.
what happens when someone gets to sensitive or just gets quite
gets to paranoid acting out foolishly involving 3 rd parties
for fear of discovered identity or past hypothetical monstrosity
it wouldn't be me i handle my shit personally
but i cant vouch for the other 3 all i can say is tread lightly my friends
i my self will fight to the death never...
596 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 11:41am
22nd Dec 2015 11:41am
sex,murder,drugs and incest oh my
865 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Dec 2015 4:39am
21st Dec 2015 4:39am
operation sinister penn assends
i as i walk thru the valley of death screaming angels shroud and hide from me covering there wings
demons flock towards me circling around me as if i had gravity and my own atmosphere around me
pulling the axe out of my back is hard when my own blood is the one who launched the attack
dont you ever wish that nobody was around for miles and there was a pre dug 6 foot hole just ready
waiting to get stuffed full of bitch made sad fucks and cowardly shit talking family cunts
i want to be home i want to be alone
by myself is the best way everything else is just in my...
demons flock towards me circling around me as if i had gravity and my own atmosphere around me
pulling the axe out of my back is hard when my own blood is the one who launched the attack
dont you ever wish that nobody was around for miles and there was a pre dug 6 foot hole just ready
waiting to get stuffed full of bitch made sad fucks and cowardly shit talking family cunts
i want to be home i want to be alone
by myself is the best way everything else is just in my...
663 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 2:56pm
20th Dec 2015 2:56pm
ampheta-history
just another victim of the of the shallow and weak
converting the innocence children from innocent and free
to the children of today broken, self loathing homicidal dope masking beasts
can you blame us ?look at the world
this isn't du whop chocolate malts greasers and social's
this is the age of needles lost dreams abuse and metal
i once was a ave rat if you know what that is rebelling against world for all of its sins
late night fist fights turn ugly quick ,with my boot knife now up inside some cracked out shit talking wanna be g
wipe it on my knee...
converting the innocence children from innocent and free
to the children of today broken, self loathing homicidal dope masking beasts
can you blame us ?look at the world
this isn't du whop chocolate malts greasers and social's
this is the age of needles lost dreams abuse and metal
i once was a ave rat if you know what that is rebelling against world for all of its sins
late night fist fights turn ugly quick ,with my boot knife now up inside some cracked out shit talking wanna be g
wipe it on my knee...
629 reads
4 Comments
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