"hellbound" poems
I feel your love,
Yet your marksmanship is poor,
For towards me your love aims not.
Your intentions aimed elsewhere.
A past lover.
And I am not he.
Malicious Misery pushed you too far.
Too far this time.
Your life is precious to me,
Yet a treasure you seek not.
It dwindles within these machines,
Like a strand of seaweed.
Being crashed upon by the waves,
Of this poison you endowed yourself with.
Much a tragedy this is.
Yet not that of Shakespeare.
No, this much too real,
To take a form of fictitious imaginings.
This, much more complicated,
Than a Shakespearean masterpiece.
For if so,
Your love would be aimed at I.
But it is not,
And in resent, I mourn this tragedy.
Yet, I must let love,
Travel upon its everso hellbound path.
My eyes lie upon thee,
And my heart within the feeble hand of yours.
Yet your mind lies elsewhere,
And your desires lie with your mind.
Upon he.
The one currently at your arms reach.
The one at your desires demand.
The one you truly love.
I must not resent this,
For love hath struck thee as it struck I.
And Cupid's arrow hath stuck he as well.
I can see it in his sorrowful stare.
He loves you in a way that I cannot.
A consentful love.
For I am just a scapegoat.
Temporary.
Well now you've quenched your desire.
You've acquired what you sought.
Love of he.
(And I, for whatever its worth.)
His love is a precious gold,
And mine a mere coal.
Black, unwanted.
Only able to provide temporary warmth.
Pardon me for obstructing.
Love hath stolen my precious vision,
And wandered, I,
Into the meadow in which you hunt.
As a poor marksman,
Thou cast thine arrow of love upon me,
And realized I am but a scapegoat,
When the white stag is what you seek.
Once before,
you lined him in your sights.
But evasive is this mystical creature.
And once, he escap'd.
If your life so solidifies,
I shall replinish my vision,
Banish my love,
And obstruct thee no more.
Instead,
I must prosper in silence and patience.
Shun my hearts desires,
And let thee hunt.
I apologize for my inconvenience.
I shall groom each of your horses,
So that you may ride into,
The meadow of love together.
Hence, beware of hunters,
And wandering creatures.
Teach thine unsteady hand,
And this time...
Don't miss.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 4:19 AM UTC
Muffin milks the tiny teet
of a tête-à-tête torn
apart by warring factions.
slowly spitting the purple plum
dribbling, oozing
over the convex lips
which kissed and kissed.
Cream juices the cocky caucuses
of cordial cacophony.
Moist middlers meddle amidst
businesses of their own interest.
Power is power better bear than
bottom but everyone is ******
Lap the ego from the firehose,
the giant member of the state
spraying like a cat claiming "mine!"
Hellbound, hell no he'll save us
everything is going to ****
One man job to make us come
out of the 17th hole sand pit
of our pernicious premier club membership.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
There he sat
All dark unsaddled
Brains quite addled
From the blow
Brigands laughing
All about him
There to clout him
Should he run
From his good eye
Squinting sneaky
Peeking out
From swollen brow
Primrose Pete
Considered options
Acquiesce
Or fight or flee
Counting up
The five marauders
Such close quarters
Peter smiled
In a wink
The first two fell
Hellbound from
Pete's shining blade
One was cut
From prow-to-keel
Didn't feel
The lightening slash
Two was dead but
Still a-stagger
From Pete's dagger
Through the throat
Pete then turned
His one good eye
Upon the three
Left standing there
"Knock ME from
My gentle ride!"
He chided them
And took a step
In a flash
The third man died
His manhood hung
From Peter's blade
Number four
Jumped up in-close
They danced a rosy
Final step
"One last waltz"
Said Primrose Pete
And short and sweet
The blood ran hot
Last of all
The Highwaymen
The fifth of five
The last alive
A tall man
Taller quite than most
With ghostly eyes
And hammer hands
A man who felt
That pain was fun
This one-on-one
Was just a tryst
So they stood there
Eying up
While trying not
To give a tell
Of their planned
Last brave attack
While Pete held back
To catch a breath
All at once
The fight was on
That bloodied lawn
Would find no peace
Both men fought
With all their might
From Noon til Night
On into dark
No Moon sang
The stars shone mute
A suit of cloud
Hung o'er the fray
Blood and dark
With ought a sound
Save the pounding
Steel on steel
Come the Sun
There on that field
Without yield
For Honor's sake
Cut for cut
Both men held true
And on into
A second night
A third then
Into a fourth
A fifth of course
They battled on
It's said that
Both men died that day
T'was slay for slay
Though neither fell
He fights on
Old Primrose Pete
His ghosted feet
Still dancing true
With his blade
Of shadow pure
Against a worried
******* dark
And it's said
On summer nights
When the wind
Is right and odd
One can hear
Old Pete's mare
Out there braying
On the moor
And beneath
The old hag's whinny
If you skinny
Up your ear
You can catch
Old Primrose Pete
Sweetly dancing
With his sword.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 12:30 PM UTC
she told me she knew the truth;
about heaven
and hell
she leaned in, like she had a secret to tell
then lit her cigarette with a scowl
she opened her mouth to speak
and her words sprung a leak
as she tilted her head back to laugh
I heard a collective gasp
what came out of her mouth had scared us all;
she said, there can't be a heaven ;
if we're already in hell
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
The hardfaced queen of misadventure
Dressed in a robe of insecurity
Seated on a throne of infidels
Ornate with misled hearts of a thousand men.
The resenting mirror of insidious lies
Confessed all the ugly truth
Of all those swollen eyes and wrinkled cheeks
Concealed behind a facade of smiles.
The incongruous pair of unfortunate heels
Tells a thousand stories of her exploit
In worn out stilettoes of faded red
By the futile resistance of those frozen feet.
Playing god on the hellbound streets
Her thighs bewitching weak and drunken hearts
In a fiery throng of mutilation
For a decisive battle that shall claim no victor.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
My hands shake and thoughts clash
I revise life, like flashbacks
I won't last living in my past
Pull back, snapping leash he attacks
The scent is strong he's on the prowl
A predator of beings foul
Revenge dished he's hellbound
Took a vow as hellhound
His loyalty holds no borders
He's borderline disobeying orders
He's ordered but he ignores
Okami, a lone wolf
In midnight his eyes shine
Blood red it contains skies
He's hunting down a worthy prize
Defending honour he can't die
Vengeance and fuelled rage
Powerful and untamed
For too long he's been caged
He suffered so, debts be repaid
With head high and hackles raised
He's raising hell, his endgame
All cards held have been played
Run and hide, its too late
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
ill swallow
my words
ton by ton
and choke
on every
single
one.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
I don’t mean this
I take it back so don’t get too
excited, but
You’re my broken time machine promise—
my not mine—
the arch of your feet and that look you shot when i said that
first nice thing I ever said and it made me uncomfortable
Your
demeanor is the taste of ginger
and your condescension is just as spicy and you’re
the lights on the highway at night that always calmed me but never had a name before I could recognize your handwriting,
and I cried in the kitchen with the lights off over nothing,
and thought about how you’d think it was funny.
we Ten Dansen yes
we hellbound dyslexic aspiration
we big ideas we no execute
we who we wanna be
we do what who we think we wanna be do
we the ****** poem I laughed at not
cuz it was stupid
but cuz it was true and this is stupid
You’re a beer on the pavement and
drunks run in the family
You’re a korean bbq in the city at midnight.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC
Can't sleep
Can't think
Numb to this sick place
....Sereal....
Feeling as if im unreal
Why can't I just deal
****
Maybe today you'll realize nothing is make believe....
Why can't I just get up and ******* leave?!
These thought's keep me hellbound
Can't sleep
Can't think
But yet another day arises
Yesterday just like today
Today just like tomorrow
So it goes.....
Hope gone
Distortion strives to stay alive...
Success!!!
Unclear
Days blend
Dead?
Alive?
Still here
Numb
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Cross me now roombound
over the threshold.
Cross me now hellbound
over the bed.
Burn me now everbound
to your silken touch.
Bind me to the sensation
of skin upon skin.
Hang me from the rafters
of desire within lust.
Tie me to the taste
of mouth upon mouth.
As we flow as tides do
that endless ebbing and rolling;
With moon-tormented need
the waves make love to the moon
and the moon ***** back.
Hold me now with the grip
of your sinewy arms.
Taste me now with the whiplash
from tongue to flesh.
Hurt me now with the kiss
of your desire and mine.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
Right now I am hell bound on a midnight train
My soul feels extreme drain
Man standing watch in his hand
This is not what I had planned
I cry in dark, so you can't see my tears.
I hide in the light, so you can't see my fears.
Take a last look lady, yes hard and long
**** if I will ever write this in a song
Hellbound Train driving slow
Move on down to the Hell below
Conductor please won't you lend a hand?
I know this will be my final stand.
Hellbound Train why can't you turn back
Moving down I only see the track
Love and pain become one and the same
my eyes close now so as not to see the shame
I never wanted to pay for your love
Now I wish I had believed in a god above
But would it have saved my soul
I doubt it so go ahead and shovel on more coal.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
(A Sequel to The Corpses Have Hearts to Speak)
Let me start my tell-tale long,
Or should I say my paintings old
Of question marks scribbled
With some words mingling in my specter—
The unseen are the most visible things;
they exist for what we believe
what we fear,
and reasons we never die to seek;
they drench, torment
and foreshadow time
as we slowly unveil
the skin we dangle in;
Let us see inside our own first—
Using a fatal mirror we loaned
Do you know who you are?
Do you do what you do?
Do you love what you are
and what you love?
What is it, that you love?
Aye, after the long journey
Of fragranced fragments I knitted myself
I will recite what I have known of myself;
I am the irony of the fragile lies
I am the thought of every sordid heart
I am none yet I am whole;
don’t call me demon,
for I am not angel
But back to the realmity
Call it, darling, my story perhaps
Realm of reality—
Within the shades of the eternal fifth day;
In a room full of world
I find a young soul crouching,
Loved yet unloved—
Beautiful yet ruined and ******
Wrenching my unbeating
Blackdusted heart
So I say to my ethereal self;
I am no more—
Yet how can I feel
That she is full of life
Yet dead beneath?
Make it clear,
I desire life for twice
She is hellbound to death
She would torment life
For the smile of old grey death
Oh,
and I would abandon my last daydream dear
For ungrateful loves long ago;
Is life, so underrated?
Is life, not so precious?
Is life, stop—
Do life, just stay still without a change?
Is life, a constant darling named Constance?
Oh,
such joy it is to live
and laugh?
Oh,
such joy it is,
To see what my ethereal self
Can never grasp
Ever again
Of love,
separated between world
Self—Regret
And constance
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
I only hear you
When you dont say anything
I only see you
When you're not here
I only feel you
When you're not around
And now i cry
Cause i know you're hellbound
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
She is raising his inferno
Where his demons lurked
He is a dark monster king
His thoughts are blasting
Then she turns into a serpent
And rules that kingdom
Spewing the most vile venom
Spinning the webs of desire
Fanning flames of the hate
Burning the poison of love
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
as if anything could ring true to a fanciful melody
with chain-mail and crockery,
but not in the symphony of snoring harps
and whistling trombones as much as:
falling asleep as quickly as the tailing off of the song
looking through a woman (christopher young,
hellraiser ii, hellbound soundtrack)
and entering the realm of dream with something to think about...
and in dream, to stand outside one’s own body,
and peering through the window
to see a lightning bolt strike the ground... and instead
of disappearing due to crap wi-fi
begin to dance... moving with heavy crackling sounds
as if a man walking on autumn leaves or crisps
thump, thump thump an electric heartbeat with a sort of
freezing of water glow that expands to diamond diadems of ice,
surely no better compliment to the poem picasso behind the window...
no critical comment, no lovely jubbly one pound fish sing-along in east ham,
no... none of that... the best compliment... a furthered meaning
away from the act from the night... not so much
picasso behind the window... but a bolt of lightning, dancing
a dance of icy luminescent silver in ultra-violet x-ray.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
welcome to a house of terror,
we are a family of smiling wall starers,
this is a happy life you know,
and this happend just a couple of years ago,
I used to wake up and get dressed,
hide from all of the rest,
as I speed away to school,
I only felt like the world was cruel,
when I finally go there,
I used to hide next to the toilet-chair,
because I needed some seconds to beath,
before I went out and joined the heat.
pushed, teased, beaten, kicked, defeat,
I stood my grounds my my heart fell down.
I went home thinking my day would come around,
but it never did, I was always hellbound,
nasty words and beatings was my usual greetings,
until I took that gun and POPPED,
no, but I wish I wouldnt have stopped,
because now I still live in fear,
and I always wounder if the end is near.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
how awe inspiring
a love derived from love
a love derived from fear
everything i ever felt
has led me to this wretched "here"
pull my hair like you pull my heartstrings
im sure we'll do just fine
everything i have ever known about you
has made me want to call you "mine"
you are strong in more ways than one
a lover has not needed to commit such felonies as me
"well... that was fun"
and
"i cant believe how long that took you to see"
rattling keys doused in ivory peace
lovely lovely souls masked by a need to feel first at least
at last
i have longed for a day of fulfillment
yet today i am met with nothing but turmoil
this hellbound love does not feel heavensent
but this day is the day in which i refuse to recoil
i would not be the same without you
R
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
My soul is gone,
I just want death,
I will reach the peace,
After my last breath
There is only so much,
That a person can take,
After so long,
They begin to break
Look into my eyes,
What do you see,
I am all alone,
It is getting heard to breathe
There is something poisonus,
Growing inside of me,
It is dragging me down,
Oh it is trying to decieve
It feeds me lies,
Beats me to the ground,
There is no compomise,
I am hellbound
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
Did you miss the fact,
that I'm hellbound?
That I got my sentence long ago,
and been walking here on borrowed time.
They even say I'm the devil.
Didn't it stop you?
Maybe you missed it.
I feel sorry for you if you did.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
The cheap dagger I saved for you
Were conjured of prayers
We invoked to live in agony
In the shelter of a golden cage
Unromantic
Unpack it, beloved
Strive your sin, and pure your soul
The verses in your wail
Will save us from the wire
Chained to our feet
Yes,
Let go of
These
Hellbound handcuffs
Weaved out of flame
Locked out of paradise—
I want to go home.
We
Shall repent for romance.
Before that,
Do not look in the mirror,
You will find yourself a beast
In the heart, death by starvation
Without caress, in abomination
We
Shall repent for romance.
Love
Has no power
To bring us back home.
Lavish the dagger
With our tears.
Hurry,
This will be the key
To our home
In the heart.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
Hellbound
Dug deep is my grave
Too late now to save
Or else there would be
Those that penetrate
Look beyond the simple facts
That make me who I am.
Guilty
Reads the jury as a whole
No debate or excuses accepted
Who cares if you wept
When you're a criminal to the best.
Choking
Soon let it come
Or then my tongue may run amuck
With words that may or may not get stuck
Within your head as reasonable or just
None of which you're told to trust.
Hanging
No more will I corrupt
Nor rear my head or use it such
A silence, now, will enter in
For justice truly did you win.
Until you calm and regret.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
Oh, My Father,
We are blessed.
In Your Name there's
Holiness
Let all the Earth
Bow down, attest,
Beneath Your wings
We finally rest.
Oh, Jehovah,
Let us see
And do Your Will
Effectively
Let Your Kingdom
Finally be
Your Will is what
Will set us free!
Jehovah-jireh
You'll provide.
Let us put all fears aside.
You bring us bread,
Fish on the tide
In Your blessings
We reside!
Jehovah-Tsidkenu
Our righteousness
To forgive is such a test!
By Your forgiveness
We can bless
Others... with them
We won't wrest.
Jehovah-Nissi
Victory waves!
Let Satan leave!
He is depraved.
Let him not tempt us
To the grave!
For, in You, we may be
SAVED!
Yours is the power
Glory send,
And Your Kingdom
NEVER ENDS
We were in a
Deep, deep pit...
An endless journey
Hellbound trip!
Now our feet
Will never slip,
And with the armor
We're equipped!
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Riding home in a hellbound car
My lover by my side
I tried to steer a different way
But it seems by rules I can't abide
So I rest my head against the glass
Scenery a pillow
Whooshing noise a bed
Led towards a house blanketed in snow
Wishing I could stop time instead
The drive is such a neutral place
It doesn't hurt to be alive
Between the nosedive and the pole vault
The steady up and down I survive
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC