#hounds
shame leaving me a widow in the window
singing the haunting notes of doom
writing in blood with feather plumes
shame convinced me about you
the prince carries broken promises
i thought i could stitch, ditch the rust
the jagged edges continued to cut
fiction, your diction, death by a thousand cuts
in and out of honeymoons, in and out of therapy rooms
beating me down mentally never enough for you
obtrusive, abusive, obtaining the useless
to use it, to ruin, dispensing the fruitless
beat me down, screaming out, enough is enough
call back your hounds
this is not love
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 12:18 PM UTC
What's wrong with me?
Even the hounds won't bite.
The ones you fed me to.
And your fangs break my sticks
Dash me against the stone
To be a ****** carpet for your eyes.
A forest for your lies
Just another skull for your mantle.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
His spectral stride was not the worst of him.
His stoic face was a flawless slab of stone.
His rending claws slipped idly within his pockets.
As if extensions of his sheathed talons, on either side of the ghoul was a hound of hell.
The beasts could not look more different, save for their crimson eyes which sang of the gallows.
The worst had indeed arrived.
Each patient step glided after the other.
With no word, with no tempo, with no sign.
The dance of grimaced howls and fangs began.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
i wish i could be buried in the winter
with the bones of the old hounds
below the broken windowsill
in the garden of my old house
where we grew sunflowers
where i lay through the summers
beneath the swaying branches
wishing i were someone else
home is a hell you keep to yourself
home is a hell you carry
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
Advisers, confidants, close friends,
hear my beckoning.
So betrothed to the game i'm wondering
if you ears are turned red
from my constant berating of facts and formula
from my phone, from my bed.
From a far away place, listing all the times I've spit last week
they're all-seeing bloodhounds
trapping me in beloved rat race
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
Stinging you with her electric eyes
This is your turn to lose the prize
For you shall burn
For you shall never return
Your heart can not depart the roses, you lay a bed
Thorns shall ***** you but this is not your moment to cry
This is not your moment to scream why
For she is taking the steps you can not reach
Reach for your despair, scream this just isn't fair
But she shall not turn around
Bury yourself deep in the ground
For she is unleashing her round of the hounds
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
With wondering eyes I will know no bounds
I see you with an unforgotten truth
I See your nightmares filled with hounds
A snaring smile with a jagged tooth
From hell they have been set loose
Reaping their justice claw and fang
Tying up their hangman's noose
With malicious intent they sprang
I cut the rope to set you free
With burning eyes you stare through me
Horrified by things that'd breed
In your mind they had left their seed
The darkness to your own sick night
A sharp shock in the dark
Banishing all hopes of light
Only sounds of the demons bark
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
Out of the dark forest I stumbled
onto the pebbles of a moonlit lake
my languid eyes bumbled
swallowing down philter mistakes
a pale goddess in the flesh
how my stupefied eyes stared
at the beauty of her nakedness
something in me flared
flared and turned and burned
my flesh no longer mine
stag in form standing taciturn
she calls out for my canines
I run and try to yell
nothing escapes my lungs
pattering of legs hungry to quell
come to rip flesh with teeth and tongues
stumbling and tripping over
stones, limbs, roots and mud
left to a new life a stag rover
I hear the ******* and the studs
faster and faster I try to move
from this typhoon wave of carnivorous hounds
but curse these feeble hooves
the claws and teeth came crashing around
flesh stabbed with a thousand teeth
a pack of mouths tear and pull
a stag corpse I bequeath
to the hunger of my own wolves
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
bewildered,
yet nothing.
Venus smiles.
blank they proclaim
under a mendacious house.
collapsed panes there are,
and floating hounds.
are they floating?
eyes rob us, and
appearances are kleptomaniac.
so why do they smile their
pale yellow teeth to us?
and cry tears of metal?
o' abused face!
scarred by night's cloak.
make us grave men today,
so we may wrap them
in a blanket of glitter tomorrow.
end their metallic cries!
end their loud, loud voices!
so silence may harmonize
their weeping rooms
cluttered with floating hounds.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
oh poem flagged
oh poem flagged
how lovely you seem to be
the for wit
of
my
non
common
ality
go on
look
out
boys
she's been
think
ing
on
me
she done went
an
broke
alla my
guitar
string
play
me
an
other line
come on baby
you gotta be mine
she
swings
from her vine
says baby your the first thing
on
my
mind
she sang a few lines
let's make them up
an one an to
an
a
one two three
pretty baby
come on
an
give it to me
gimme gimme gimme
an an
yeah yeah yeah
gimme
an an
she got
so confused
kissed me an bruise
she said
ahh
ahh
then she said
oh oh oh
yes yes yes
feel I had to say
baby please calm
down
your
gonna
weres
me out
she she
mmm mmm mmn
hmmm hmm
we pulled
her close
held
her
tight
had to look up
when he turned
on
the
light
said scuse me boy
you know
this
ain't
right
just go on
an
stay
off my
wife
her
pink
oh
poem
flagged
?
...
..
.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
on getting a scent
of the almighty dollar bill
the aroma it gave off
did so perfectly thrill
smelling a bigger ***
would better excite
for the nose is open
to that kind of invite
inhaling currency
switched him on fast
it smacked like
a power packing blast
and he'd follow the blood
hound's perceptive sniff
to where ever there would
be a profitable whiff
for sure and certain
his probing conk
will be out sensing
the huge money plonk
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Below the mountains I shall live,
where the intoxicated souls of hounds are within.
As they forget their values,
I remain staring at the lights.
Not able to move.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
- 1
In the night they'll find you all alone
The hounds are restless, trembling as they breathe
Roll up the window, here's cujo crawling in
- 2
He writes 666 on the beach's sand
The cracked rungs, send them off to cast
Splintered soles will never pull them back
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
I don't need sympathy, I don't need pitty
I need some answer that are witty
This darkness is about the here and now
Problems seem to stalk and prowl
I don't know what to do
But to continue on till the day is through
But every day new problems arise
I lift my eyes up to the sky
I want to stand infront of God's throne
Whisper I know I'm nothing but a dog, but could you throw me a bone
Instead of releasing the hounds of hell
That come and munch on my fragile shell
I march through the day like a war weary soldier
Constantly looking over my shoulder
As new problems hunt me down
Throw me into the water watch me drown
To tired to fight the current
But here I am all burnt
Thrown into the fire once again
My soul will never mend
God please today look kindly on me
I've tried to look into the light to see
But it's to dim
I feel myself slipping and giving in
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Day by Day the phone calls come,
Day by Day the knocks come on my door,
The Hounds have been released,
Baying for blood,
Baying for the liquid green blood they call theres,
Baying for my hard work,
Baying for the liquid green that i harvested,
That i Worked for,
The Pencil pushing hounds have been released.
Day by day the hounding comes.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
naked
bare
dissected
exposing myself
to you
to anybody
listening
begging for
someone
anyone
a hero
babbling on
unable to
form
coherance
the hounds
are coming
sniffing
me out
stripping
my hope
my life
my thoughts
my soul
so please
please
please
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
It seems like only yesterday
That the first lambs of spring
Were running, bleating, over the fields.
Perhaps it was. Perhaps it was.
As seasons rush relentlessly
Down tracks that may, or may not
Lead to hell, the dogs of hell
Are barking: Can you hear their demon cry?
They cry as one: wolves undone,
The hounds let down their hair.
The night turns to day and
The summer to winter. The winter to spring.
A pin drops: does a mouse
Hear it with an ear attuned to silence?
Or does it crouch oblivious,
Awaiting scraps and scrapes, cats and shapes
That shadow its every move
Along the wall? Whilst standing tall,
The ruthless dance: a dervish trance
Has them in its dreadful spell
And with its whirling wisdom
Leads them down to burning hell.
And us as well.
And us as well.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC