Poems About Hell Seeking Friendly Advice
#hell
Ruined
Pretty little liars sitting up in their castles
And I'll break every stone in the courtyard
Your teeth are falling out
And dropped into the back of my throat
It's a chasm of counting fucking
crows
in the absence of the sleep
I can't seek when I'm up
And I'm up
And I'm up at every time of the day
I get up
I go home
Back to the battle
The selection is natural
My brain ain't so fractal
Just broke up.
And apart into bits as they read out my wishes
And piss on my ashes
I woke up.
And I'll break every stone in the courtyard
Your teeth are falling out
And dropped into the back of my throat
It's a chasm of counting fucking
crows
in the absence of the sleep
I can't seek when I'm up
And I'm up
And I'm up at every time of the day
I get up
I go home
Back to the battle
The selection is natural
My brain ain't so fractal
Just broke up.
And apart into bits as they read out my wishes
And piss on my ashes
I woke up.
#hell
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Ineffable
Meet me where the sunlight kisses the darkness,
On the horizon of morals and devilry.
What will you choose when your comrades falter?
The clouds or the unfathomable roar?
Oh, and is it so wrong to be a traitor?
When my only betrayals were sincere?
I’ve made my peace with the world beneath;
These darkened wings can’t fly north anymore.
Holy-ness seems so subjective,
When everyone’s headed for war.
Creation and damnation are mere opinions,
There’s not one side worth fighting for.
When Eve met the snake, she didn’t...
On the horizon of morals and devilry.
What will you choose when your comrades falter?
The clouds or the unfathomable roar?
Oh, and is it so wrong to be a traitor?
When my only betrayals were sincere?
I’ve made my peace with the world beneath;
These darkened wings can’t fly north anymore.
Holy-ness seems so subjective,
When everyone’s headed for war.
Creation and damnation are mere opinions,
There’s not one side worth fighting for.
When Eve met the snake, she didn’t...
#evil
#heaven
#hell
#ForbiddenLove
#morality
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Hell to Pay
I feel you breathing down my neck
Your touch, your scent; they leave scars on my skin
It's tiring to look around, but I always have to check
To make sure no uninvited demons sneak in.
-
To my heart and my soul; how you'd love to gain control
Of what sanity I have left; quite frankly, it's just a speck
My mental health's now gone to shit; oh, you're so full of it
Don't you dare get in my way, or there'll be hell to pay.
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I don't just make threats; I keep my promises
I couldn't care less that my answers displease you
You took away my...
Your touch, your scent; they leave scars on my skin
It's tiring to look around, but I always have to check
To make sure no uninvited demons sneak in.
-
To my heart and my soul; how you'd love to gain control
Of what sanity I have left; quite frankly, it's just a speck
My mental health's now gone to shit; oh, you're so full of it
Don't you dare get in my way, or there'll be hell to pay.
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I don't just make threats; I keep my promises
I couldn't care less that my answers displease you
You took away my...
#anger
#hate
#abuse
#rhyming
#hell
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Doggy Style
I once saw Cerberus
The three headed dog
Guarding the gateway to hell
In the back window
Of a Volkswagon
All three heads
Were nodding furiously
As though they were in agreeance
No shaggy dog tale
With Cerberus
The gatekeeper to hell
And as the Volkswagon
Suddenly turned left
As it crossed the border
Into Hades
I noticed all three heads
Were now wearing shades!
(Must be hot there?)
To follow, would be folly
As i had heard that Cerberus
Was rarely jolly
And i found it a muzzle
That it...
The three headed dog
Guarding the gateway to hell
In the back window
Of a Volkswagon
All three heads
Were nodding furiously
As though they were in agreeance
No shaggy dog tale
With Cerberus
The gatekeeper to hell
And as the Volkswagon
Suddenly turned left
As it crossed the border
Into Hades
I noticed all three heads
Were now wearing shades!
(Must be hot there?)
To follow, would be folly
As i had heard that Cerberus
Was rarely jolly
And i found it a muzzle
That it...
#dogs
#funny
#hell #mythology
#hell #mythology
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My Life My Hell
In the depths where shadows dwell,
A tale untold, a life, a hell.
Each dawn, I rise with weary might,
To ward off darkness, fight the night.
Tooth and nail, I wage my war,
Roaming these streets, forever more.
Four jobs a day, just to survive,
In this cruel world, where dreams don't thrive.
A bed sit, oh, this wretched room,
No space to stretch, no space to bloom.
A place so small, it mocks my plight,
No room to swing a cat, no room for light.
A landlord vile, a beast obscene,
A pig who feasts on others' dreams....
A tale untold, a life, a hell.
Each dawn, I rise with weary might,
To ward off darkness, fight the night.
Tooth and nail, I wage my war,
Roaming these streets, forever more.
Four jobs a day, just to survive,
In this cruel world, where dreams don't thrive.
A bed sit, oh, this wretched room,
No space to stretch, no space to bloom.
A place so small, it mocks my plight,
No room to swing a cat, no room for light.
A landlord vile, a beast obscene,
A pig who feasts on others' dreams....
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
#hell
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Dark hunger
I awake groggy, heated and haunted by my ghosts.
Emerging from what felt like a lust drenched dream.
Why are their claw marks piercing the sheets?
Scanning the room for further proof,
a glimpse of hell's hologram.
Whatever ravaged me wasn't a man.
From vast far away, the monster inoculates my mind.
Banishing all thoughts of a logical kind.
Scraping to my core, my longings nobody knows,
scattered upon my soul's floor.
Should the monster return,
he will gnaw my succulent secrets, stroking my bones.
Should I choose wicked ecstasy...
Emerging from what felt like a lust drenched dream.
Why are their claw marks piercing the sheets?
Scanning the room for further proof,
a glimpse of hell's hologram.
Whatever ravaged me wasn't a man.
From vast far away, the monster inoculates my mind.
Banishing all thoughts of a logical kind.
Scraping to my core, my longings nobody knows,
scattered upon my soul's floor.
Should the monster return,
he will gnaw my succulent secrets, stroking my bones.
Should I choose wicked ecstasy...
#dreams
#hell
#obsession
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Slightly Scorched, Still Coping
Glistening with sweat
by extreme heat exhausted
I approach the window
between hell and paradise.
Angel of mercy
peers through the triple panes.
I pick up the phone handset…
she says "no need,
I hear your request"
Asking for my full name,
my date of birth,
petition validated
Angelic voice names the price.
Out from below the window
a heavenly portal opens.
Blessed cold air
caresses Sun-baked face and arms.
My debit card placed
in the silver drawer
pays my indulgence
...
by extreme heat exhausted
I approach the window
between hell and paradise.
Angel of mercy
peers through the triple panes.
I pick up the phone handset…
she says "no need,
I hear your request"
Asking for my full name,
my date of birth,
petition validated
Angelic voice names the price.
Out from below the window
a heavenly portal opens.
Blessed cold air
caresses Sun-baked face and arms.
My debit card placed
in the silver drawer
pays my indulgence
...
#sun
#nature
#angels
#heaven
#hell
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Caverna
Your now meaningless words, where do the sounds go?
Need more than the why's and trapped dense secrets in the sediment of my soul.
I should always travel deeper.
Hike paths barren of footprints inside my veins.
That lead to the ancient underground caves in my mind.
Thoughts in these dark, damp parts are more sinister and less refined.
A water of tears trickles down my cool limestone cerebrum.
Numb to run.
I can hear your meaningless words loud and clear.
And yet you remain, vastly no where near.
Need more than the why's and trapped dense secrets in the sediment of my soul.
I should always travel deeper.
Hike paths barren of footprints inside my veins.
That lead to the ancient underground caves in my mind.
Thoughts in these dark, damp parts are more sinister and less refined.
A water of tears trickles down my cool limestone cerebrum.
Numb to run.
I can hear your meaningless words loud and clear.
And yet you remain, vastly no where near.
#heartbroken
#hell
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The Mandrake Dragon
Took my imagination, out for a stroll
Like a demonically possessed young child's doll
Came across some mead, filled up in a flagon
Twas there i encountered, the Mandrake Dragon
It flapped its wings, And blew its flames at me
It shrieked as loud, as a screaming Banjee
Instead of claws, it had flailing flowers
Poisonous to the touch, with teeth to devour
Ghostlike in appearance, like an evil Manitou
As down from the darkened skies it flew
Its eyes were a deep fearsome firey red
And a roar so loud, to awaken the dead
I...
Like a demonically possessed young child's doll
Came across some mead, filled up in a flagon
Twas there i encountered, the Mandrake Dragon
It flapped its wings, And blew its flames at me
It shrieked as loud, as a screaming Banjee
Instead of claws, it had flailing flowers
Poisonous to the touch, with teeth to devour
Ghostlike in appearance, like an evil Manitou
As down from the darkened skies it flew
Its eyes were a deep fearsome firey red
And a roar so loud, to awaken the dead
I...
#dragons
#hell
#mythology #nightmares
#mythology #nightmares
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pEOPLE fOR aMERICAN sOIL
malt o meal salt shakers kiss the rocks;
ocean spray coagulate.
miss laid the remote
as the skies darken.
air raids can
leave the rock greasy
and conditioned.
forward completion,
final gears spring
complex equations.
grid locked pattern
counting road conditions,
incomplete intricacies
manifesto presto,
garden variety gusto
fields the sow.
infrared airways
channel no. 5 pesticide.
breaker breaker
and houston ground
the red is to taste
the grit of sound
.
ocean spray coagulate.
miss laid the remote
as the skies darken.
air raids can
leave the rock greasy
and conditioned.
forward completion,
final gears spring
complex equations.
grid locked pattern
counting road conditions,
incomplete intricacies
manifesto presto,
garden variety gusto
fields the sow.
infrared airways
channel no. 5 pesticide.
breaker breaker
and houston ground
the red is to taste
the grit of sound
.
#anxiety
#America
#religion
#hell
#despair
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pride
They think you're
a fake ol
make it up as you go
and you know
that you ain't.
Try and find a needle
in the dark
out in the hay
The woods go deep
and deeper in you see
Its a mistake
Too late to turn back
And too late to fake
that you wanted to be here
in the first place.
Can't you see the
disinterest
on my face?
And you're still talking
And barking
about the bullshit
you made up.
Notice that the room went quiet
real quick when I...
a fake ol
make it up as you go
and you know
that you ain't.
Try and find a needle
in the dark
out in the hay
The woods go deep
and deeper in you see
Its a mistake
Too late to turn back
And too late to fake
that you wanted to be here
in the first place.
Can't you see the
disinterest
on my face?
And you're still talking
And barking
about the bullshit
you made up.
Notice that the room went quiet
real quick when I...
#sex
#LifeAsAWriter
#hell
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Hades’ Thunder (Retribution IV of IV)
Lucifer, I’ve seen the retribution, is that want you ask of the world
Light and Darkness to battle where hate unfurls
Tongues wagging in spiritual depravations
Wars, calamities, among nations
I have scrouged to and fro
Humanity is heading to salvation on a detoured road
And it is not paved with good intentions
Time is not the first of any generations inventions
Where is your Archangel Michael and his undying relent
You were always a lair, I know he was here, I can still smell his scent ...
Light and Darkness to battle where hate unfurls
Tongues wagging in spiritual depravations
Wars, calamities, among nations
I have scrouged to and fro
Humanity is heading to salvation on a detoured road
And it is not paved with good intentions
Time is not the first of any generations inventions
Where is your Archangel Michael and his undying relent
You were always a lair, I know he was here, I can still smell his scent ...
#spiritual
#heaven
#hell
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DU Poetry : Poems About Hell Seeking Friendly Advice