"hellishness" poems
There's a nemesis on the premises
watching through the crevices of my hellishness
watching the precious homage paid to my delicate testaments of corruption and bitterness
yet to know observation is venomous if hesitant
the evidence is irrelevant while you wait on a settlement of peace from a benevolent king
back stabbing sentiments have no precedence over the decaying elements of my eloquence
not one finger can touch the decadence of my mental inhabitants
with whispers of shadows within their em-battlements
some go celibate from the spiritual experiments
in villainous line scrimages
consumed
with images of pillaged villages
baffled
in the battle to dismantle the soul scandals
manhandling rambles through foolish gambles
we each blow out our own candles
Left for dead
Strangled
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC
writing is my ******* bane.
jeweled paws of inspiration
dangle that carrot to keep me running.
wring out the baby with the gray matter,
spool it like spaghetti, slowly get fatter.
i was under the distinct impression
that this habit was too large a vent
until i left it somewhere in July
between the Yuba and a car ride
and never quite calmed down
it's my solace, my oak-tree,
haven in the hellishness,
clarity to ugliness,
Gilead balm,
panacea.
why
should it
take such tolls--
to push too hard
is to turn a deaf ear
my ear ain't so sharp
and my brunt is still strong
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Welcome to the bottom of the rabbit hole.
Here lies Babylon dead and gone,
but you can have it all if that’s what your after.
Though I don’t think it will matter when it shatters on the ground.
Never have I, ever, made or heard a sadder sound.
Still, to the victor go the spoils so I didn't uproot and move
I ripped my brain stem from the soil.
Now with little to no relevance withering pedals of pestilence represent my intelligence, I fell against this hellishness to find myself comfortable and content.
I wonder what it all meant, as I sit amidst the madness I had this vision of slinking back into the blackness, like the light is too bright for me, but it just so happens the darkness wrongfully longed for me.
Alas my past filled up so fast; Hot breath on cold glass.
So I continue sitting in my throne of obsidian tapping my pitch fork on my thick horns and rubbing my reddened skin.
Searching for something to say to them and then, all thoughts of this onslaught stop when a voice rings
"Thank you, for all the tar and featherings, you have given me my angel wings."
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
I guess it was all my imagination
I thought he might pick me over them
Crazy to think he'd ever digress
and pick me to be his princess
I put on a face like it doesn't matter
like boys are all dumb and immature
But the truth is that it'd be really nice
to melt into him when I don't suffice.
But now I'm not sure if such a man exists
that can deal with all my hellishness
So onwards I trudge, lonely and scared,
and hope that one day he will be prepared
To come in and sweep me off my feet
like a fairytale where we're destined to meet--
both of us will know it's special
and we'll mold effortlessly into one vessel.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
There is a tear
TEAR
From the heart... a compassionate tear
For
The child
That is born
Into
Unstable circumstances
For instance:
Where
War and Famine exist...
How disturbing it must be for that child, how
Frightening.
Why!
Why Is something SO beautiful, innocent,
Born into,
Subjected to
Such
Hellishness?
I run it by you, humankind!!
Will
The government, Monarch, Church, respond?
Yes, they will, when THEY want to
And
Express it
In a way where they
Look the better for it!
But,
More seriously,
GOD,
How
Can You see this without intervening?
GOD,
I ain't no saint
But Hurt
When a life
Is extinguished
And
That means
A
Fly
That is a pest
In homes when cooking
And dead
Bodies are around.
A
Fly
Is a wonderful creation!
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
what gives you new life?
- the underpinnings of the artist
- mischief (and hellishness
- (becoming friends with nothingness)
- devotion to (healthy) destruction
- becoming friends with nothingness
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hellishness (being hellish)
(the shadow)
exploration of the shadow
the unconscious
rage
callousness
violence
killing (things)
crudeness
crassness
- healthy outlets for destruction
- becoming friends with nothingness
rage
wbu?
its an important thing to know
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mischief and hellishness
becoming friends with nothingness
the underpinnings of the artist
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memories of musing privately
(good memories
of musing privately)
---
(waiting) to be moved, egoically
--
confident ignorance
i try to be unconscious and let things shape themselves
(things shaping themselves unconsciously)
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the familial greif inbetween my teeth
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i cant control this beast
the beast that is my creativity
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC