"hellishly" poems
Perfectionism is deadly when it's believable:
A plant with infinite roots in my brain
As if my entire existence sprouted from that
Seed so evil that my very veins
Pump pride and pretensions through me
Pulsing, rising, filling me to the brim
With false dreams and glimmering hope
That feel hellishly hollow within.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Success ***** as they say,
hellishly. She's a rich little
seductress who's certainly sensational
at blowing a man's brains out.
I know. She had her teeth into me.
I can smile now, but for a while
I couldn't get enough. She was hot stuff,
that ***** goddess, success.
I was a real sucker for her charms
when she came greasing up.
I really got into the groove
when she pulled me off to the gravy train
where we gobbled down every drop.
I tell you, I couldn't stop.
What a succulent princess she is,
that ***** goddess, success.
But after it had all blown over
and she was hanging out with other guys,
I had a few days when my eyes weren't glazed.
Maybe she was a bit of a ***** actually,
always hustling for more.
Attractive to woo, but really, she *******
them, always pushing to score,
that ***** goddess, success.
I met her again the other day,
and she ran her tongue over her lips. Jeez.
I nearly went weak at the knees.
But we're only old friends now,
and I'm over her disease. So I wasn't desperate to please
her. She's such a terrible tease. She wriggled her assets
but I didn't ask her to come again,
that ***** goddess, success.
Mike T Minehan
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 12:56 AM UTC
One, Two,
**** in the shoe
Makes walking
Hellishly uncomfortable
Three, Four,
You'll find me a bore
If you spend enough time
With me, unfathomable
Five, Six,
You make me sick
And I know that we
Won't be the same
Seven, Eight
Tell it to me straight
Because, frankly
I've already lost you
Nine, Ten
Said again
Missing you
Is the last thing
on my mind
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
You envelop me
As if i'm a cup with a knocked off handle
i fit into Your velocity
Some unknown fingers stacked us into the same cabinet
The one used for the fancy kitchenware
The kind they would crack out when they want to impress
So i pray that they're not vapid as that
After all the greatest of virtues is depth
If they open this godforsaken shelf
They'll notice the flaws i carry on myself
Cracked rim and a missing grip
Damage that even self-love couldn't strip
Love is always more potent when coming from another heart
Porcelain is not as supple as a self-sustaining cat
That can lick the lumps of dirt from her wounded back apart
i heard that mangled cups go to waste
But i swear that i will tear through the trashbag and
Piece
By
Piece
Or shard
By
Shard
Crawl back between Your smooth curves
Your fingers on my face trace sharp swerves
The heat radiating from your nail beds
Soothes my vision of all possible reds
And i revel in your medicine
i desperately need to heal
Your ceramic skin is an effective insulator
The blisters i give You only urge your loving to grow greater
You don't seem to care that i don't have a handle to protect You from the scalding bitter tea
That washes up at my rim like the sea
No,You accept the imprint of my hellishly heated wounds onto You
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
brilliantly cowardice
a flavorful juxtaposition
hellishly gagged and bound
in the confines of that tiny apartment
a stirring genius
against the will of the Heavens
wasting away
such a heavy pressure
you are nothing in this town
staggering that slim line
between glory and crazy
often on this side
less than often on that
well for the art of it all
they say
for the sake of the art
or for sanity
or vulnerability
or fear
always coming back to fear.
Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC
My bones are sore
At close of day
With pain in feet
And hair more grey
Now begins the
Springtime slurry
Winter's death,
The sprouting fury...
But it's the autumn
Of my days
And joints now throb
And mind's a haze
Yet Spring awakens
Yearnings which
Have long lain dormant
How the itch
Distracts a stiff
From daily dribblings
Daydreams, donned
With nubile nibblings
And out into
The wood I jaunt
Till pagan ponderings
Hellishly haunt
The corners of
My craggly crown
The parietal plunder
Pulling down
But satyr romps
Among tree bases
With myriad pictures
Of countless faces
Create a stiffness
'Mid sickened stones
Not of ***** but
Of the bones
At close of day
A man lay hoping
For another day's
Eyes to open
O new day come
It's not too late
Inner wellspring
Satiate!
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
My bones are sore
At close of day
With pain in feet
And hair more grey
And now begins the
Springtime slurry
Winter's death,
The sprouting fury...
But it's the autumn
Of my days
And joints now throb
And mind's a haze
Yet Spring awakens
Yearnings which
Have long lain dormant
How the itch
Distracts a stiff
From daily dribblings
Daydreams, donned
With nubile nibblings
And out into
The wood I jaunt
Till pagan ponderings
Hellishly haunt
The corners of
My craggly crown
The parietal plunder
Pulling down
But satyr romps
Among tree bases
With myriad pictures
Of countless faces
Create a stiffness
'Mid sickened stones
Not of ***** but
Of the bones
At close of day
A man lay hoping
For another day's
Eyes to open
O new day come
It's not too late
Inner wellspring
Satiate!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
The sleepless nights come
The black merchants emerge
Slithering under silky cloaks
Over roads paved in shadow
Promising roads paved in gold
to the basest of buyers
an illusionary gift
A Dream
like a pocket watch
hanging from a chain
The truly tempting apple
that hellishly red apple
I dreamt I took a bite
sugary shards still in my throat
and already
You submerge me in feeling
forcefully
clasping my ankles
your claws
ripping my flesh
dragging me down
into darkness hidden
Here my love
you pull and pull
mistaken evil
Tension in my core
compresses my heart
I wait without air
without holding my breath
for reality to make real my dreams
For come the sun
of your presence
all dewy doubt
evaporates
Lust by night
Satan's pleasure
shall alight bright love
should come the day
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
this Saturday our area
will be registering a 38 degrees C
which shall be a little too hot
I'm sure you'll all agree
we'll be frying like chops
in the temperature's sear
no doubt everyone of us
will be wishing we weren't here
they'll be a rush on shady spots
out of the baking heat
few people will be sighted
on our township's streets
a pint or two of lemonade
shall be sipped to wet a dry whistle
as there will be plenty of sweaty brows
feeling the sun's scorching thistle
with the weather forecasters
predicting a hellishly Saturday
our fans and air-con units
shall be working non stop all day
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Why is it that I have the most wonderful man in the world, but I cannot love him.
He is tender, gentle and kind.
He is like a paper boat.
Waterlogged and sodden.
There is no charge.
No charge for anything at all.
He's a poppet.
A pedantic one
He's set in his ways.
No exhilarating vibrancy.
Like a scratched old record.
Outdated.
Decent.
Loving.
Caring.
Boring as a weevil.
Playing in my brain.
He's hellishly different.
What do I want?
To go to sleep perhaps.
So bored.
(C) LIVVI
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
They built the rhinoceros because God
foretold of coming war in which they'd need
sanctuary from the evil unthawed
beasts Earth's burning would hellishly unleash.
They built him of steel and electronics,
infused with a human intelligence,
and huddled raw within like unmade bricks
within a kiln, until their God dispensed
His justice: No escape / the heat turned on
They baked / the devil-beasts of *****
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
I –
I am a demon perishing
from fire to fire,
with maggots crawling
over my scorching skin,
thorns ****** into my heart,
horns ****** into my head,
born to bring chaos
a forsaken soul in the underworld,
forbidden to feel Love –
yet my heart fell for you.
You –
You are made of halo
and sanctified wings –
a creature molded with purity
a creature with precious beauty.
You are a special creation
in this complicated cosmos;
and if there’s more special
about you,
it’s the fate that you
fell in love with a demon like me.
We –
We are the bittersweet
flavor of ice and fire,
ultimately contrasting,
heavenly and hellishly
forbidden to be with each other.
Whenever our lips conspire,
everything is falling apart.
The heaven and hell
roar between us
as we stay together.
Maybe we’re not meant
for each other.
We are torn between
loving each other
and dissociating
with each other.
You rip your wings apart,
throw your halo away,
and discard everything you have
just to be with me.
But I choose to walk away
and dive into the deepest hell
because I know,
Love won’t do anything good
for the both of us.
I love you
and you love me,
but maybe –
just because we love each other
doesn’t mean we’re meant to be.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Vane glorious and absolutistic,
though I defiantly,
cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
mine acidic breast
houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
barbaric, and bubonic
cannibalistic demons within thy
safely guarded Pandora chest
atomic cesium clock
timed to trigger avast
burst of anxiety, frenzy, and
(What me worry
Alfred E. Neuman) blast
ting mental quietude at most
inappropriate, inconvenient,
inopportune, out classed
adrenaline rush, nausea,
palpitating heart, vertigo
besieging, corrupting,
endeavoring fractured arrant
cleft daemonic gripping
hellishly psychic chant
rendering unto sieze ****
a choking vise grip extant
yule hiss sieze indomitable
banshee fully controlling grant
diabolic, dogmatic, and dynamic,
anguished corporeal ache
easily, egregiously, and emblematically,
exemplified historically
graphic fatalistic, and ecstatic coup,
(koo), when I caused furious frantic flight,
and/or fight betake
king angst causing just desserts
for Marie Antoinette,
who got her humble pie cake,
thence dispensing with formalities,
where a joshing drake
(named Gill O. Teen)
also known (solely known
to mine selfish source error ways)
alias i.e. as; the Lewis (loose)
lunatic, heady harvester,
and decapitation Deacon trumpeting,
trouncing, and triumphing tranquility
for fifty three Tuesdays,
thence sea king punishing psychotic
pre pound payment
basking in glory (re: gory us)
amidship crashing quays
music to mine ears hearing plaintive neighs
high pitched straining
vocal chord hamstrung keys
regaling oceanographic
lambent hagiographic essays
and keeping at bathos bays.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Heroic horses hammering holy heaven,
Hooves hounding, horseshoes howling,
Hot heads hurtling headlong on the horizon,
Handsomest horses hacking habitually,
Hugely-hung hoses hanging out hellishly,
Hardy and hardening, heartily heartening,
Harping at heartstrings, harmonious harkening.
Hades the hell-spawn harnessing hedonism,
Heckling horses, harassing the harmony,
Hot-blooded horses, huffy and hungrily,
Hearken the hell-dog, hail him and hallow him,
Hellbent and heinous, horse hearts are harvested,
Hundreds of horses haemorrhage helplessly,
Harrowing Hellscape, hostile humidity,
Haggardly horses hunching haphazardly,
Half-dead and hateful, harshly and hardily,
Hardhearted horses hurting and hurtling,
Heroes of history, humbled in hopelessness,
Holiest horses, howling and hollering -
Heeding honor! Hailing Hell!
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
And so it rebelliously expands
Contrary to bespeckled pros
Redshifts and penumbrae smiles
Continue to baffle the old men.
Hellishly heated, the entirety
Combusts to life.
Dark energy and axion matter
Gently caress the growing universe
like a nursing mother.
And here I lay, wine in hand
Never feeling more small
But perfect in my insignificance.
Unseen protectors of cataclysm
Whip for us that blood orange
That purple flame
Spin for us
Pose for us
And show us your heavens of glass
Cerulean brother
Cinnamon sister
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
I went for a walk on a clammy november day yet hellishly warm for november
The sky was a mystery off Rockaway
The fish had all been dead all down the
tracks in the sand leading to the drunk fishermen less drunk than the sky
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
My bones are sore
At close of day
With pain in feet
And hair more grey
And now begins the
Springtime slurry
Winter's death,
The sprouting fury...
But it's the autumn
Of my days
And joints now throb
And mind's a haze
Yet Spring awakens
Yearnings which
Have long lain dormant
How the itch
Distracts a stiff
From daily dribblings
Daydreams, donned
With nubile nibblings
And out into
The wood I jaunt
Till pagan ponderings
Hellishly haunt
The corners of
My craggly crown
The parietal plunder
Pulling down
But satyr romps
Among tree bases
With myriad pictures
Of countless faces
Create a stiffness
'Mid sickened stones
Not of ***** but
Of the bones
At close of day
A man lay hoping
For another day's
Eyes to open
O new day come
It's not too late
Inner wellspring
Satiate!
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
*There you were, standing alone
So I decided to make myself known
That was on night one
We laughed, we danced, we had our fun
We met another group and played a game
Where no two rounds were the same
Then we said our goodbyes and promised each other another day
When we would meet again and together we would play
We wandered aimlessly
trying to find places to be
Trying to keep ourselves busy
And failing quite amusingly
I read some poems to a crowd
Trying to not curse myself aloud
As I stuttered through one, two, and three
And hurrying off of the stage happily
And not long after, out of the room we flee
Again, lost with nothing to do
I look over and think about you
So we go and set up a game that took forever to load
And that action itself sent us speeding down an interesting road
After a while of musings and waiting
I place a bet to keep the ball rolling
I won and claimed my reward
But to my surprise I got more than was bargained for
So we went back inside and we finally played
The game we waited on that was hellishly delayed
And after that we went to your room
And it was far more than what I first had assumed
We showed each other videos, laughing at jokes
But growing ever bolder as we came very close
What started with the bet outside turned to something more
Definitely more than what I bargained for!
We played with the same group later, yet again
And after a while found it way past ten
So we regretfully dragged ourselves up the stairs
And wondered if any of my roommates actually cares
About how they know I feel about you
But there was nothing I could do
So we kissed once more and said goodnight
And by the last day to my terrible fright
You had to leave sooner than me
And at first I thought "This couldn't be!"
But I calmed down and faced reality
As well as built up some hope to keep happy
That we'll meet again
And when we do, I hope as more than close friends*
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
The mind can be devious.
Sometimes far worse than just being plain mischievous.
Heart racing, thoughts chasing, fast pacing.
Back and forth, up and down.
From a smile to a frown.
Feeling everything – HYPERSENSITIVE!!!
Every step you take is super tentative.
Scream, shout and cry,
You can’t stop it no matter how hard you try.
“PLEASE STOP I…I...CAN’T BREATHE!!”
You managed to stutter out even though your chest did so heave.
Eyes pressed up against an already tear- soaked sleeve.
Curled up in a tight ball.
Facing a blank wall.
Knuckles white.
An external show of the internal fight.
The monster inside is dying to be let loose,
Ready and waiting to send you straight to the nearest noose.
All your muscles tense.
Your body is in a constant state of suspense.
You hear a loud knock.
Followed the unmistakable twisting of a key in the door lock
Instinctive your head snaps up to the clock.
You turn your eyes skyward as sign of gratitude.
Knowing the physician on the other side can subside your minds’ hellishly destructive attitude.
And one simple push of that magical plunger.
You slowly start to slip into a world of unconscious wonder.
No more internal storms. lightning or thunder.
The doctor enters with a small smile.
Knowing that his next actions will bring you relief, even if it’s just for a while.
“Thank y-you.”
“Shhh…S’okay it’s what I do.”
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
who's to say what is
right?
i only know
the lack of your touch
is wrong
the absence of your lips
a sin
the space where
you used to lay
is now
hellishly
cold
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
transmitted ****** talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
******* action *** mitt tee)
portfolio ******* philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, ****** cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix *********** izards.
jowly ******* jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping **** jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, ***** Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux **** kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC