"hexed" poems
oh yes, I remember when I was just a lad,
I was really quite bad.
I remember this one fall,
I drove my parents up the wall.
Up in the air the conversation flew,
And to annoy them more I answered with a "mew".
As I climbed the stairs and up into my room,
I slammed the door with a loud 'boom!'.
I stomped so loud on the floor,
And thought "oh, what a boor!'.
And up the stairs my parents sprung,
Their nattering in my ears rung.
I kicked and lashed out, not knowing what would happen next,
As I looked down, I thought I was hexed!
For if you stomp and kick,
You will be changed quite a bit...
Long grey ears grew high above my head,
"Help, help me!" I plead.
Hooves grew down to the floor,
And I gasped as I saw...
The little boy was no more.
Frantically I looked to my parents who said,
"I thought this would happen, I guess you need a new bed."
Now the boy is no more,
My parents bought a farm with a large moor.
And I help out more now,
As my job is pulling a plough!
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
Changing gear,
my mind is on cruise,
becoming clear,
as I start to muse,
about love and lust, *** and sinning,
I'm starting to grin
and I'm settling in
for a show that is just beginning.
Changing gear,
her dress on the floor,
becoming clear,
her skin shows more,
of lust and love, sinning and ***
She starts to smile,
and looking a while
at the poet who is lustfully hexed.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
what you see:
me, quiet and deadly still in a way that
i never am
staring into empty space or
at a blank wall. maybe i'm
counting cracks or cataloging creases.
you see me zone out—
such an airhead, that George is
i wonder what he's imagining
what i see:
ivory skin and hair as orange as
sunset, and she is as beautiful...
on the outside;
but on the inside, she is a
black hole.
she ****** me in
and i thought she was the light
at the end of the tunnel.
i must have been a traveller
stranded and thirsty in the desert
crawling towards mirages.
now i am helpless.
i am watching her line her legs with ink
as she tells me to make sure that she
doesn't line her legs
with blood.
meanwhile, i scratch deep
at an itch that isn't there
and call it catharsis.
i am seeing white tiles and
a translucent shower curtain and
a sink and soaps and everything is
normal—except the girl
sitting in a bathtub
naked without water
and bare skin has never made me feel more
ill.
what you hear:
ambient sounds.
my breathing, perhaps.
what i hear:
she hums like a Disney villain
brewing potions
and calling it tea. she looks
like a princess
but her words are witch's curses
and i'm hexed
under her spell,
hanging by a thread
to every word she's ever said
and somehow not noticing
the noose she looped around my neck.
darling, choke me
'til I can only breathe as well as your drowning lungs
as you gasp into your oxygen mask
what you see:
i'm having a panic attack.
what you hear:
i'm hyperventilating.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
I cashed out all my chips
got them exchanged for all their worth,
the tattered rags upon my body
I give back unto the earth
for sacrifice to be accepted,
all my blood turns into dirt.
I don't want to be forgiven,
just loose the weight,
disperse the girth.
I've tried so hard to lift my arms,
but this body's just a curse
I've got the prison of my skin
beneath which all is coded verse
try as I might, I can't take flight
though my head floats above the clouds
nobody hears the violent storm which springs from out my mind, so loud
convex'd, I'm hexed,
convinced that I will not find rest
the earth must feed from me
and plant it's seeds deep in my chest.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
She is silver-nitrate and coal.
An Egon Schiele painting
stretched on dream
and sullen sparking glances
tipped in gold.
It is starlight, burnt through a velvet field
that chains me here.
It is honey and hot wine
that haunts my sleep,
by the onomatopoeia
of obsession.
With a lunar caustic kiss
she hexed me.
Woven in her six-sided circle
those rubies in the
hollow of her neck
and fingers that shimmer
like ice.
The Sphinx of Eros.
That heathen curl.
Smoke to hide the ivory!
Spoke to lock the memory!
Caught in click clack shutters
by the silver foaming pond.
Froth from the chambers of
ebony rough hewn hearts.
O starlight!
That raptures me hungry
for bloodsoaked lips
red as fury!
And I sang;
O lord & commoner, I sang!
To the weepings of a sombre, sudden,
stinging violin,
in empty vinyl crackle
from music soaked in paint,
with a voice
like burning velvet.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
Poison in your lips,
Soft yet evil.
It conquers my soul.
Poison in your touch,
Yet hidden by your romance.
I am hexed,
By your masked love.
The poison,
It enchants.
The purest of souls...
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Tremble inside feeling so cold without you.
Sleep, rest illusive.
My hurt on display for the world.
It is so hard to breath without you.
You hexed my ***** and I cannot *** without you!
I miss your voice
You won't take my calls.
You blocked me on flickr viewbug and more.
I ******* adored you and you stupid man
Why the **** am I on ignore??
Oh You wanted to be the one to break my heart
The only one no but the most hurt.
The pissy thing is you never said a negative word
I miss your positivity, your loving words
I miss you more than ice cream, motor cycle season, life
I will take what you gave me and apply it every day.
You were the best in so many ways.
I long to hear your voice calling to me again.
I have done my best to forget, erase hear you no more to no end
Lay in bed calling out your name while my tears roll down my pillow
Your not to blame.
You made a choice to walk away, erase me
Make me pain.
My camera is very inspired so I cannot really complain.
The audience feels hollow compared to the smiles with you I came.
I miss the intimacy, the stares, the hot pants moans and **** glares.
I miss your instruction on just what to do
Dude you turned me into a pile of goo.
I would be ok if I could just ***
You hexed my *****
Im ******* pissed...and I need to giggle
*** have you done?
Sigh, why..so sudden did I go from your everything
Your entire world
to your ignore list
I wish I understood
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Stupefied
Enchanted
Lips pressed
Casting spells
Tongues intwined
Pouring potions
Leave me hexed
Be my jinx
-JCM-
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
We wring our veins
write to the stars
fight under the moon
words of passion tune
We write about love
when it seduced
then it wrestled
words of tension swim
Our words of time
moments gone and farmed
sorrows that overload
happiness that swoon
Prime time in the lonely time
when contentment permits
when heaven is locked
and when hell is unlatched
Prime time my bold friends
keep the pen readily primed
undoubtedly trust the script
It will lead to ultimate freedom
A dedication to all the poets here at HP
We write these words on and on, we capture moments, swim the
oceans, object in the courts, run free in the forests. We are not hexed
just keep writing for one time the primetime will be ours
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
I'm complicated
Imperfect
And Insecure
The Gullible
A Troubled one
Emotional
Full of bad thoughts
Not at all cool
A sensitive
Conflicted
Catastrophe
A full story
I'm not unique
Kind of a geek
Sometimes silly
Chatty
Yet Shy
I really try
Sometimes I cry
I know I'll die
Life is no phase
I couldn't lie
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
Something feels wrong about walking on pavement
When I could be skipping through fields of grass
Something's wrong with economic enslavement
When we could be carelessly letting time pass
Something's wrong with perpetual warfare
When all we desire is love and peace
Something feels empty about likes and shares
And something feels wrong about racist police
Something feels off when politicians speak
With their lies, misinformation, and deceit
Something feels wrong because we've passed our peak
We're on the decline and it tastes so sweet.
Something feels wrong with the passing breeze
As if the air knows what's coming next
Something looks wrong with decaying trees
They too understand that we are hexed.
Something feels wrong in my dark twisted mind
Something feels wrong with this dark twisted Earth
Something feels wrong about being kind
Something feels wrong about having no worth.
Something feels wrong about dragging
along
And it'll all feel wrong until the day I'm gone
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Everyday I crank into battle,
pedal my knobby-spaceship
to somewhere else.
I'm really nobody special,
just another universal-soldier,
a lover of rock and roll,
a fellow sojourner.
Achilles Last Stand
blasts through
my skull candy
in raw-melody.
I jump curbs,
hop ravines,
resurrecting the
meaning of clairvoyance.
I read her calling,
a true woman-child
crying for faith,
she masked her pain
with self-doubt,
swallowed anger,
hexed by *** & drugs
& lots of alcohol,
temporal killing pain-relief,
death-elixirs from liars.
And in my boldness,
my love for her indomitable spirit,
I shout to her,
telepathically send her
an important sincere message,
"Pick yourself up fighter,
cleanse your bloodied knees,
cloak yourself in flower-maille,
love yourself first
for protection
from you adversaries
(and there are many).
Carry the shield of courage
to blind the dark-world
with the next coming,
the coming of your own sun,
shine sister shine!"
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
This is my Epic word play, like crippling cliches, putting Shakespeare on a delay, my sentences run a relay.
I speak so quickly you need a replay, but it's still too slick, thats what she say.
I bring dismay like a dark cloud on a clear day, roar so loud I make the lightning pray.
Under my storm the whole world becomes my prey.
Scattered and running, screaming and shouting. Fighting and scratching, clawing and doubting.
This pouting crowd is weak not meek. They sneak peeks at secrets they can't keep.
Living in dreams when they don't sleep. This cheap world carries no beat. Throws fire with no heat.
Full of tricks and no treat. It's a bumpy ride with no seat.
Hope to God you soon meet, cause the Devil's no cheat.
I hear them cry, sigh, whisper, and wan. I walk this wire like a liar,
the path of the insane, but I can't complain.
For it all leads to my reign. These wimpy whimpering children fear their fate.
With no appetite to sate, locked in a fence with no gate.
I can dangle hooks with no bait. And still they snap and still they bite.
It's alright, it's still their right to lose sight of the site.
It's not a lack of sense, but too much ignorance and impudence.
I grant you my two cents. A text to get vexed and hexed. My free verse is like ***
An ******** hat trick, built brick by brick. No one's immune but no one gets sick.
I'm tired, I quit, hit me back with a single bullet, no clip.
Don't miss and don't slip, or else I'll dip, strike back, your throat I'll split.
Swallow your soul and spit out the pit. It's critical you stand and don't sit.
You'll need to run, the sun is burning out, it's no fun shooting blanks for a toy gun.
Crooked angles over the horizon shows that we're done.
This has been my Epic word play, a day of artistic dismay on display.
The he said she said scene like a play, causes stress make my hair grey.
But I promise you this I.O.U. is A.O.K.
I never right a check that my *** can't pay.
You may be the light but I am the way.
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 10:15 PM UTC
The Elder Supremes are staggering
Under the Pillar of Superposition—
They who stream emotionless minds, streaming
Scripture as alcohol to tea-head Kneelers, praying
The elixir of Olympus isn’t turpentine; tarnishing
The great, drear light of child-minds like onions in the Sun
Molding through its layers; the taste extinguished—No poetry Survives!
They who crackle doom over whitened rooms
Filled with the white coats of Nature’s secret Heroes—
The best minds, sagging like iced-over limbs—
Made dim by a false Heavenly connection.
Oh! They deprived the gears of Grandfather Night,
And deemed Him wicked in his flickering sight.
They who are Hollow, yet still colossal; these spinning Hellions,
This Machinery of Older Skeletons;
That steams and heats and comes to life for an innocent
Bottom, with the name that lies in Sin of Archaic Text,
Vexed, hexed and expressed in all Prisons and War—
Prisons and War reverberate like bad music in the name of a doG;
A name the Sun once owned and cast below to a dimmer Star,
It billowed and screamed: Keep it in the ******* Church!
Now it comes to Damning the Beast:
“Get thee behind me Savior, for the Microscope is over Prayer.”
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Dangling time in front of my face.
A rythmic ace.
East to west. East to west.
Ensnared.
By this chain as it wraps around my chest.
Hexed, dancing towards the edge of a chasm.
C ontorting for you cynicism
U nvieling for you undived attention.
R easoning for your recoilation.
S alivating for your sensuality.
E xcusing your erosion. ----
D ancing in my delusion. ---
You are the jack of spades.
A master of trades.
Colder than the queen of diamonds you've plucked from my mind and displayed.
I am the rabbit you'll rip from your mad hatter.
Impatiently awaiting my own dismal disaster.
Pounding my fists;
"Make this trick go faster!"
Getting mixed up with an illusionist was hasty and unplanned;
As my courage melts, he strokes my cheek
With his sleight of hand.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
tonight i vow
not to stay up too late
tonight i vow
to eliminate hate
tonight i vow
to self-motivate
to take another step
on the path to being great
to be great at what?
tonight i ask
am i in a rut?
tonight i ask
need a kick in the ****
tonight i ask
but i'm choosing to get better
not a mandated task
they all say
take it step by step
they all say
improve yourself today
they all say
practice makes perfect
but perfection's not my goal
just wanna live the right way
so what's up next?
they all inquire
are you feeling the effects?
they all inquire
can you avoid becoming hexed?
they all inquire
cause apparently life's risky
when you're always climbing higher
so i ask myself tonight
what i'll promise another day
taking into account
their inquiries and what they say
but in the end i won't have been
wrongly led astray
cause when push comes to shove
listen to the "i", not the "they"
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
The blade held fast by stoic clutch of earth
Intended for a single man since birth:
Upon the hilt in celtic runes engraved
An epitaph for how the king be saved,
And since in canes below the lake was forged
The magic brand knew well which foes to scourge.
The king unsheathed his worth from holy stones
As all the boulders strewn are mother's bones,
And wielded it across the heaving lands
Until they'd all been conquered by his hands.
Say some the sword was loose by fleeting chance
Precise as judgement by a joust with lance,
Some other say that Merlin hexed the Lady's gift
Before embedding blade within the rift,
Yet druid told before to doom he strayed
That sole for Arthur was the weapon made.
Within the marrow-rock of endless time
The patient sword awaits Pendragon's climb,
Yet would the worth have found itself a hand
If kingly stranger gave the hilt command?
Or does the aether-steel unceasing sleep
Denied of dreams 'til safe in Arthur's keep?
Can worth that slumbers deep and makes men whole
Await arrival of a single soul?
These truths are lost, for Merlin scattered dust
That lets our minds remember what they must,
Yet after Arthur he returned the blade
And to its rest beneath the waters laid.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
2am and up with the night
That’s what feels right
Also where I feel alone
Still no home
The night consumes me
Stuck in this undertow
So now I tip toe
Around everything I’ve become
Or the things I’m not
I forgot the meaning of sleep
These eyes could tell you that
Bloodshot and dead
I’ve got a heart to match
And a soul to clash
Just a bad night
Like all the rest
Dare you to quit fighting back
Your legs gave in
So the throne gave out
They’ll tear it down
Brick by boring brick
Stick by broken stone
“It’ll be fine”
What a hand-me-down lie
Cause I am not okay
This is not alright
I can see the end
And you’re the fakest **** friend
Falling down on my face
Can’t look anyone in the eyes
******* disgrace
Or myself in the mirror
Going on 7 years bad luck
Forgive the self pity
I’m just pessimistic
With a missing characteristic
Who has time for feeling sorry?
The truth is I’m tired
And sick of fighting
Cause it’s the same old story
Make it from one bad night to the next
But every single one feels hexed
We all have them
The nights you barely survive
Praying I make it out alive
Whether it’s saints or sinners
No one’s ever a winner
Somewhere between angels and demons
While you’re speaking about a hell you don’t believe in
Against a heaven that’s only promised freedom
Maybe you should ask for wisdom
I’m just asking to be saved
Never coming back unscathed
What doesn’t **** you makes you stronger
I’d like to think they’ve made me brave
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
She put a spell on me
She manipulates my heart with alchemy
I love her with no control
Because she controls my very soul
She is so enchanting and mysterious
Her sorcery has got me delirious
I'm her servant and her puppet
And part of me loves it
Some voodoo and a hex
For some ritualistic ***
Under the blood moon a celebration
For the God of ***********
My sweet little pixie
Raising the dead with her necromancy
As I watch with dread
She dances with the dead
Witchcraft and conjuring demons from hell
Mystic horrors as the sacrifices scream and yell
I must break free from these sinister restraints; I must rebel
But I can't stop their pains because with magic in my veins I am just a
shell
I am like a doll stuck in its head and helpless
Left to panic about how she is relentless
She is so charming its alarming
I wonder who els she will be harming
The ****** psychotic *****
This seductive destructive witch
As long as I am hexed
I am going to be be next
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
You're back and I've only been asking four years and two days. My passion never left, it only paved your way. Outside it's gotten colder than the weatherman will even say. The skies may stay clear but everything is gray. I wait for you on the tarmac with bouquets, four years yesterday it was to be my grave.
Everything and its nothingnesses made me black and blue, I was just ink blotter on a finger's noose, nonsense and writer's gloom. Some of me was hexed by my work, some of my flesh became unglued. My eyes may have resurrected a figure, but I can't be sure it's you. I'm at the Bay Bridge with weights tied to my shoes, where even the water can't judge my moves.
People lie to keep themselves as far away from their truth. Many can't even talk to you unless they have a drink or two. ****** and benzos too. Skinny vexed spirits accrue, walking into the waves until their skins turn blue.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
I want to hold her.
Sometimes I wish to curve myself onto every inch of her wild body.
We share a skin-ship,
and it is because of this that tension arises.
We casually breed an exotic essence,
a colorful blend of warm, unbidden hues.
From an outside perspective it cannot, will not be understood.
We have both succeeded in the task of draining each other's sanity;
She because I am needy,
(Constantly pulling and pushing);
And I because she is stubborn --
She is like the iron strings of a freshly bounded Acoustic guitar.
To have such a person as my muse,
I cannot tell whether I am blessed,
or if I am hexed beyond all compare.
It is not that I am in love with her,
or her golden-flecked vermilion tresses.
I simply, implicitly feel the need to explore her.
It is I who implores her bold ambiguity,
whilst she stands bare to my artistry.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
No force of nature, no divination of the corners
Nor the tea leaves, spread out loosely
Conveying chaos in their spiral form
Nor your heart line, dipping down deeply
Into the territory of water, selfish and wandering
Nor your telling Capricorn birth
Ruled by rigid grounding, your father the earth
Nor the eight of swords, repeated in every reading
Blindfolded and reaching forward
None of these can deter the velocity of my falling
Towards the pull of your body's gravity, refractory
Freed from any other want or need than the divination of your sheets
I'm puppet on a string, held low above your lust's steady flame
Leaning down low, dipping my toes into your karmic fire
Transported to a future drenched in the color of your gaze
Regardless of hexed hematite or rabbits foot
Lost sight of all pink candle and rosehip, all mundane and esoteric
My soul is yours, to save or spend sordidly
To toss into the shallow waters of the fountain of fate
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
She lies naked,
spread eagle
inside the circle,
glittering
in the candlelight.
Whispering
ancient-incantations
& chanting her desires,
she offers herself up,
guides me
with her circular
fingers.
And in a heightened
state of consciousness,
I awaken,
crazy with lust.
Unable to fight her,
I grip myself
imagining her treasures,
O what pleasure!
I feel her wizardry
with rapid movements,
am blown away
into another dimension,
hexed by her charms.
O my sweet sorceress,
how quickly
I succumb
to your magical ways,
so overcome
by your pixie dust!
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
We hexed the moon
We burned downtown
We killed Carlos
We started a plague
We started riots
We almost started a 3rd war
We protested and got shot
We killed our year
We said it would be better
We lied and broke it
We tried and failed it
And now I'm sick of resentment
But we can improve it
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC