thanks, everyone, for making a hell out of it!
New challenge – do your very worst!
The challenge is this - a proper description of Hell. It can be just anything. A friend of mine depicted hell as a suburb area of skyscrapers where everyone on his balcony had his own barbecue grilling beef and burning it, filling the air with the horrors of burnt flesh and food fuel perfumes...
Just make the scenery as hellish as possible. Let all the devils loose...
Let's make it ten days from now – until Midwinter (22 December)
Do your very worst! – with a vengeance!
Thanks, everyone, for making a hell out of it!
Cheers!
Chris
The Flesh Creep (For the Hell challenge)
by Dino De Torquemada
The world, the flesh and the devil:
They are my constant companions.
I stare through an open window, and
Feel, in my heart,
my creeping flesh,
As a bloated sun wallows in putrid clouds,
As the man next door slashes his wrists
And, somewhere, a dog throws a barking fit.
The world, the flesh and the devil
Are all there is...
Judging from the pictures,
Hell looks the more interesting place.
I pass through an open door, and
Feel, in my psyche, my sick flesh,
As a withered moon sails a tempestuous sky,
As the women next door beats her children,
And a starving cat claws, paws at rubbish sacks.
This world (my world), this flesh (my flesh)
And the devil (is it me?), these
Are my place, my life
my destiny.
Hell – an introduction
it's not as bad as it sounds....
by Christian
Of course, it's all a fake.
Hell never really did exist,
and neither did the Devil,
although he acquired many names,
like Satan, Beelsebub (the lord of flies)
and others. Satan was originally
just a local tribal idol,
just like Pan or Baal or Ra,
but of some Arab people,
and the place called Hell
was the inferno of the Nordic winter,
ordinary life but at its hardest.
It's the human mind which has turned hell
into some nightmare of imagination,
and since fantasy can never be restricted,
so has Hell been turned into a whole mythology
of most incredible absurd and weird stuff,
(just go botanizing inte Dante,)
all reflecting the subconscious
and man's less attractive sides,
his mental weakness and neurotic nature;
so the devil which we all must fight
is just the enemy within us,
everyone himself is his worst enemy,
all fears are of the unknown of our minds,
and there is nothing evil
but our thinking makes it so,
as someone said already
many hundred years ago.
Since there are many sides to our imagination,
there are many aspects of this hell
of our invention
and no end to it;
just let it out,
and it will vanish
like a dream
and like all dreams most fascinating.
Saving my life (For the Hell challenge)
By Dan Cederholm
Tears are rolling down my cheek like pearls
shimmering, sparkling in the black night
and the shell is cold as ice, and I'm freezing
its winter outside . . .
And it's snowing in Hell . . .
there is a frozen lake in my heart
I am skating in my mind, far away . . .
as long as the ice can carry me . . .
our shall I dwell at the bottom at this lake
the ice is breaking . . .
Hell NO! I am a fighter who don't give up . . .
this is not the first battle and surely not the last
so I take my shield and raise my sword
out on the battlefield, saving my life . . .
Love is my religion . . .
It's A Hell of A Party
Kathy Lockhart
11/12/06
Rabid rats tear at my rotting flesh as
blood red snakes crawl through my veins.
Venemous garantuan angry spiders
feed upon the carnage of my leaking brain.
The claws of ravenous raptors rake
through the carion of my putrid bowels.
Flies impregnate my pupils with their magots
and hell's hounds gnaw my bones and howl.
Then at last, the end has come and I'm made whole.
But, in the first fresh breath I take,
I plunge more deeply into this torturous hole.
It all begins again my dear...
Hell's Welcome Home party for my soul.
Hell No
By Rob Graber
Hell?
Hell, I don't believe
Hell is worth believing in. But if I did believe
Hell is worth believing in, I believe I would believe any
Hell worth believing in includes believing in
Hell.
Inferno De Aqua!(my contribution to Hell - challenge)
by Night Soul Woman
Hear my cry heavens above!
Roar thunder!
Tell the world what my pain is all about
Cry clouds!
Cry for your sister!
Her deepest fears came true!
She gave her soul heart and mind
to the one. . .
Raise waves!Raise!
Crush the rocks!
Blow wind!Blow!
The ever crying game!
I will not play it anymore!
I fall down on my knees
and cover my face with mud
No more!
Raise waves!Raise!
Crush me!
Blow wind!Blow!
sweep away my sorrow
I will be reborn tomorrow!
Hear my cry heavens above. . .
Your sister is sad. . .
Cry clouds. . . Cry. . .
Cleanse my soul. . .
Welcome to hell baby (a repost)
by night soul woman
The one that I have created just for you!
Don't you feel special now?
I am giving you 9 roses
Each rose represents one of your mistakes
The feather represents the wind
The wind is love
You can not touch the air
But you can feel it
3 women are waiting for you
They gonna make you fall in love
every day
and every night
They gonna leave a thorn
in your heart
And when you close your eyes
Demons will hug you
Vampires will suck your blod
Lucifer and Lilith will tell you
That you have been brave and strong
Your suffering makes them happy
and its not over yet....
Welcome to hell baby!
Mephistopheles
By Nepenthes
Mephistopheles looked around
At the brimstone burning,
As the fire's hellhounds found
Teeth to gnash with fury.
Demons tortured with delight
Souls that screamed in anguish;
Purgatory was their blight;
This is where they perish.
"Wither in discomfort, you
Stupid bloody humans.
Satan has a pain or two
That's still in the bargain."
"Scratch, please stop tormenting us;
We are lost in sorrow.
God forgive our trespasses.
Save us from this horror."
"Tear your flesh right from its bones:
That is what I'll do.
Drink your blood from cups of stone;
Make a human stew."
Prince and servants laughed with glee
At the wailing sinners,
Cackled with the witches three,
And prepared for dinner.
"Lake of flames, now heat this pot,"
Old Nick harshly ordered.
"Warm it quickly, make it hot,
I will give no quarter!
Take my pitchfork, stir it up;
Here's Cain's heart and liver.
Blend them in with that bishop,
So it's not so bitter."
Hell was in a festive mood,
As the meal was brewing.
Fiends and hellions thunder danced
On some heads a-crumbling.
"Feast upon those human parts!"
Roared the prince of darkness.
"They are sure to make you fart.
This, my gift at ehhhh-X-mass."
Hell by M.A.Meddings
entry to The Hell challenge
'Each person creates their own prison each their own hell on earth'
I wrote this poem many years ago about my own particular hell then
by lastromantichero
Hell
Surely it must be like this
No fire
No brimstone
Just the heartache
Only the stomach
Churning
The realisation
Of you
Not loving me
Anymore
Destination: Hell
By Phyllis J. Rhodes
I reach and feel nothing, anywhere. I open my eyes and see dark.
I listen and hear screams. I reach and feel boxed in. I cannot move an inch.
I cannot breath. I open my eyes and see blackness.
I listen and hear screams. They are mine.
I reach and feel nothing. No one's hand to hold, no ones arm to grab on to.
I am falling through blackness. I listen and hear screams of terror.
I reach and feel seering hot flames I cannot get out of them.
They burn my skin like leaves in a bonfire. I smell my burning flesh.
I open my eyes and see pitch black.
I listen and hear nothing. I try to scream in pain but have no voice.
I move away but the flames are everywhere and ingulf me.
I reach and feel nothing, no air, no ground, no warmth.
I open my eyes and it is ebony.
I have no eyes. I listen and hear the moaning of my soul.
I reach and feel emptiness and cold, the complete lack of love.
Black, dark, empty, silent, cold, alone.
I have no eyes to open, no ears to hear, no sensation of touch, no smell, no tongue to speak.
It is just my mind now, out here in nothingness knowing I will be here senseless and totally alone for eternity.
I have reached my destination. Hell.
And with that knowlege starts the taunts of the Evil One
He reminds me over and over and over what I had, what I threw away, what I could have had and what I will never have.
His home is in my mind and he will live forever.
A Legacy Of Greed.
by penfold18
Red and yellow, Black or white
Colours now that don't seem right
Bones that glisten in the sun
Blood upon the sand
Death that lingers on each breath
Screams and tears go hand in hand
Hatred, anger, fright ,despair
Mix within the mid-day air
Like petals from some foreign world
They fall upon the ground
Small bodies now in corners curled
No longer make a sound
Abandoned weapons, tools of war
The dogs are free to feed
On this sham we call humanity
Mans legacy of greed.
Sophismata.
by David Hazell
diabolocal
The last time I was in Hell
Lord Satan said to me,
'Y'know what? There are none so blind
As those who will not see.'
'Hang on! ' I said, 'You stole that line.
And I know from whom.
Is this the place to be quoting 'Him'?
It is the pit of doom!
'I can quote anyone I like'
The Prince of Darkness gleamed a grin.
'Copyright won't hold in Hell.
We're more for un-original sin.
Anyway. Property is theft.
I know! I stole that too.
But since I invented paradox.
It's mine if I have my due.
Hell, has to be thief friendly.
It's a function of damnation.
You can lay a claim to anything
With abstract justification.
Justification is justice frustration,
Ideal for evil design.
Sin, for all your worth then say,
The fault was never mine.'
'I see.' I said, 'So twisting words.
Is how one self absolves? '
'You can try it of course.'
The Horned one said.
'Then see how it evolves.
Twisted words are devilish things.
Poetic license, was my notion.
I'd thought that it might contribute
To literary erosion.
But it fathered floods of poetry
The very notion inspires.
That's another thing we find in Hell.
Everything backfires.'
'Well then.' I said, 'If it's the case
That everything backfires
There's no point doing anything
To fulfil your desires.'
Old Nick just raised an eyebrow..
'Now think on what I've said.
If things backfire, to attain desire
You have to use your head.'
'Ah! I get it now.' I said.
'You just reverse the poles.
Be contrary to your desires,
And thus achieve your goals.
It's best to act in opposition
To what you want to do.
But hold on! You're the Devil!
Is what you tell me true?
Through half closed eyes the Demon King
Cast me a sideways look.
And in a voice like runny honey,
He answered, 'Is it fuck! '
Sorting out hell
Well, hell, what the heck is there to tell,
let's just forget all about it,
the less said, the better,
and so on, pell mell,
so let's just drop out and go to hell,
said Beelsebub to Mephistopheles,
and thus ends this putrid smell.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 12:09
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The Hell Challenge
New challenge – do your very worst!
The challenge is this - a proper description of Hell. It can be just anything. A friend of mine depicted hell as a suburb area of skyscrapers where everyone on his balcony had his own barbecue grilling beef and burning it, filling the air with the horrors of burnt flesh and food fuel perfumes...
Just make the scenery as hellish as possible. Let all the devils loose...
Let's make it ten days from now – until Midwinter (22 December)
Do your very worst! – with a vengeance!
Thanks, everyone, for making a hell out of it!
Cheers!
Chris
The Flesh Creep (For the Hell challenge)
by Dino De Torquemada
The world, the flesh and the devil:
They are my constant companions.
I stare through an open window, and
Feel, in my heart,
my creeping flesh,
As a bloated sun wallows in putrid clouds,
As the man next door slashes his wrists
And, somewhere, a dog throws a barking fit.
The world, the flesh and the devil
Are all there is...
Judging from the pictures,
Hell looks the more interesting place.
I pass through an open door, and
Feel, in my psyche, my sick flesh,
As a withered moon sails a tempestuous sky,
As the women next door beats her children,
And a starving cat claws, paws at rubbish sacks.
This world (my world), this flesh (my flesh)
And the devil (is it me?), these
Are my place, my life
my destiny.
Hell – an introduction
it's not as bad as it sounds....
by Christian
Of course, it's all a fake.
Hell never really did exist,
and neither did the Devil,
although he acquired many names,
like Satan, Beelsebub (the lord of flies)
and others. Satan was originally
just a local tribal idol,
just like Pan or Baal or Ra,
but of some Arab people,
and the place called Hell
was the inferno of the Nordic winter,
ordinary life but at its hardest.
It's the human mind which has turned hell
into some nightmare of imagination,
and since fantasy can never be restricted,
so has Hell been turned into a whole mythology
of most incredible absurd and weird stuff,
(just go botanizing inte Dante,)
all reflecting the subconscious
and man's less attractive sides,
his mental weakness and neurotic nature;
so the devil which we all must fight
is just the enemy within us,
everyone himself is his worst enemy,
all fears are of the unknown of our minds,
and there is nothing evil
but our thinking makes it so,
as someone said already
many hundred years ago.
Since there are many sides to our imagination,
there are many aspects of this hell
of our invention
and no end to it;
just let it out,
and it will vanish
like a dream
and like all dreams most fascinating.
Saving my life (For the Hell challenge)
By Dan Cederholm
Tears are rolling down my cheek like pearls
shimmering, sparkling in the black night
and the shell is cold as ice, and I'm freezing
its winter outside . . .
And it's snowing in Hell . . .
there is a frozen lake in my heart
I am skating in my mind, far away . . .
as long as the ice can carry me . . .
our shall I dwell at the bottom at this lake
the ice is breaking . . .
Hell NO! I am a fighter who don't give up . . .
this is not the first battle and surely not the last
so I take my shield and raise my sword
out on the battlefield, saving my life . . .
Love is my religion . . .
It's A Hell of A Party
Kathy Lockhart
11/12/06
Rabid rats tear at my rotting flesh as
blood red snakes crawl through my veins.
Venemous garantuan angry spiders
feed upon the carnage of my leaking brain.
The claws of ravenous raptors rake
through the carion of my putrid bowels.
Flies impregnate my pupils with their magots
and hell's hounds gnaw my bones and howl.
Then at last, the end has come and I'm made whole.
But, in the first fresh breath I take,
I plunge more deeply into this torturous hole.
It all begins again my dear...
Hell's Welcome Home party for my soul.
Hell No
By Rob Graber
Hell?
Hell, I don't believe
Hell is worth believing in. But if I did believe
Hell is worth believing in, I believe I would believe any
Hell worth believing in includes believing in
Hell.
Inferno De Aqua!(my contribution to Hell - challenge)
by Night Soul Woman
Hear my cry heavens above!
Roar thunder!
Tell the world what my pain is all about
Cry clouds!
Cry for your sister!
Her deepest fears came true!
She gave her soul heart and mind
to the one. . .
Raise waves!Raise!
Crush the rocks!
Blow wind!Blow!
The ever crying game!
I will not play it anymore!
I fall down on my knees
and cover my face with mud
No more!
Raise waves!Raise!
Crush me!
Blow wind!Blow!
sweep away my sorrow
I will be reborn tomorrow!
Hear my cry heavens above. . .
Your sister is sad. . .
Cry clouds. . . Cry. . .
Cleanse my soul. . .
Welcome to hell baby (a repost)
by night soul woman
The one that I have created just for you!
Don't you feel special now?
I am giving you 9 roses
Each rose represents one of your mistakes
The feather represents the wind
The wind is love
You can not touch the air
But you can feel it
3 women are waiting for you
They gonna make you fall in love
every day
and every night
They gonna leave a thorn
in your heart
And when you close your eyes
Demons will hug you
Vampires will suck your blod
Lucifer and Lilith will tell you
That you have been brave and strong
Your suffering makes them happy
and its not over yet....
Welcome to hell baby!
Mephistopheles
By Nepenthes
Mephistopheles looked around
At the brimstone burning,
As the fire's hellhounds found
Teeth to gnash with fury.
Demons tortured with delight
Souls that screamed in anguish;
Purgatory was their blight;
This is where they perish.
"Wither in discomfort, you
Stupid bloody humans.
Satan has a pain or two
That's still in the bargain."
"Scratch, please stop tormenting us;
We are lost in sorrow.
God forgive our trespasses.
Save us from this horror."
"Tear your flesh right from its bones:
That is what I'll do.
Drink your blood from cups of stone;
Make a human stew."
Prince and servants laughed with glee
At the wailing sinners,
Cackled with the witches three,
And prepared for dinner.
"Lake of flames, now heat this pot,"
Old Nick harshly ordered.
"Warm it quickly, make it hot,
I will give no quarter!
Take my pitchfork, stir it up;
Here's Cain's heart and liver.
Blend them in with that bishop,
So it's not so bitter."
Hell was in a festive mood,
As the meal was brewing.
Fiends and hellions thunder danced
On some heads a-crumbling.
"Feast upon those human parts!"
Roared the prince of darkness.
"They are sure to make you fart.
This, my gift at ehhhh-X-mass."
Hell by M.A.Meddings
entry to The Hell challenge
'Each person creates their own prison each their own hell on earth'
I wrote this poem many years ago about my own particular hell then
by lastromantichero
Hell
Surely it must be like this
No fire
No brimstone
Just the heartache
Only the stomach
Churning
The realisation
Of you
Not loving me
Anymore
Destination: Hell
By Phyllis J. Rhodes
I reach and feel nothing, anywhere. I open my eyes and see dark.
I listen and hear screams. I reach and feel boxed in. I cannot move an inch.
I cannot breath. I open my eyes and see blackness.
I listen and hear screams. They are mine.
I reach and feel nothing. No one's hand to hold, no ones arm to grab on to.
I am falling through blackness. I listen and hear screams of terror.
I reach and feel seering hot flames I cannot get out of them.
They burn my skin like leaves in a bonfire. I smell my burning flesh.
I open my eyes and see pitch black.
I listen and hear nothing. I try to scream in pain but have no voice.
I move away but the flames are everywhere and ingulf me.
I reach and feel nothing, no air, no ground, no warmth.
I open my eyes and it is ebony.
I have no eyes. I listen and hear the moaning of my soul.
I reach and feel emptiness and cold, the complete lack of love.
Black, dark, empty, silent, cold, alone.
I have no eyes to open, no ears to hear, no sensation of touch, no smell, no tongue to speak.
It is just my mind now, out here in nothingness knowing I will be here senseless and totally alone for eternity.
I have reached my destination. Hell.
And with that knowlege starts the taunts of the Evil One
He reminds me over and over and over what I had, what I threw away, what I could have had and what I will never have.
His home is in my mind and he will live forever.
A Legacy Of Greed.
by penfold18
Red and yellow, Black or white
Colours now that don't seem right
Bones that glisten in the sun
Blood upon the sand
Death that lingers on each breath
Screams and tears go hand in hand
Hatred, anger, fright ,despair
Mix within the mid-day air
Like petals from some foreign world
They fall upon the ground
Small bodies now in corners curled
No longer make a sound
Abandoned weapons, tools of war
The dogs are free to feed
On this sham we call humanity
Mans legacy of greed.
Sophismata.
by David Hazell
diabolocal
The last time I was in Hell
Lord Satan said to me,
'Y'know what? There are none so blind
As those who will not see.'
'Hang on! ' I said, 'You stole that line.
And I know from whom.
Is this the place to be quoting 'Him'?
It is the pit of doom!
'I can quote anyone I like'
The Prince of Darkness gleamed a grin.
'Copyright won't hold in Hell.
We're more for un-original sin.
Anyway. Property is theft.
I know! I stole that too.
But since I invented paradox.
It's mine if I have my due.
Hell, has to be thief friendly.
It's a function of damnation.
You can lay a claim to anything
With abstract justification.
Justification is justice frustration,
Ideal for evil design.
Sin, for all your worth then say,
The fault was never mine.'
'I see.' I said, 'So twisting words.
Is how one self absolves? '
'You can try it of course.'
The Horned one said.
'Then see how it evolves.
Twisted words are devilish things.
Poetic license, was my notion.
I'd thought that it might contribute
To literary erosion.
But it fathered floods of poetry
The very notion inspires.
That's another thing we find in Hell.
Everything backfires.'
'Well then.' I said, 'If it's the case
That everything backfires
There's no point doing anything
To fulfil your desires.'
Old Nick just raised an eyebrow..
'Now think on what I've said.
If things backfire, to attain desire
You have to use your head.'
'Ah! I get it now.' I said.
'You just reverse the poles.
Be contrary to your desires,
And thus achieve your goals.
It's best to act in opposition
To what you want to do.
But hold on! You're the Devil!
Is what you tell me true?
Through half closed eyes the Demon King
Cast me a sideways look.
And in a voice like runny honey,
He answered, 'Is it fuck! '
Sorting out hell
Well, hell, what the heck is there to tell,
let's just forget all about it,
the less said, the better,
and so on, pell mell,
so let's just drop out and go to hell,
said Beelsebub to Mephistopheles,
and thus ends this putrid smell.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 407 times
Written on 2006-12-22 at 12:09
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