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I enjoy creative writing as a hobby. I am also quite obsessed with animals (especially cats).
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If hell exists, what is it like?
Write a poem, describing what you think hell is like. Please tag me to alert me to your entry. (Mass tagging will result in disqualification.)
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bookishcat in Poetry & Free Verse

This hell inside

Hate boils in my blood

Which sizzles and pops like molten lava

But this hate is not only for them

It’s also mine to choke under

For I am the problem

The person who started this all

I did this to myself

I wish so much, that I could time travel

Back to that day

But unfortunately

Life doesn’t hold that power in hand

I have lost control

Days, Months, Years, of bundled stress, fury and angst

Explode from my soul as an erupting volcano

Smoldering fire spews from my lips

My hands are not mine anymore

My mind is absent

I feel lifeless but more alive than ever

My eyes burn like coals, putrid smoke protrudes from my charcoaled skull

I try to call for help, but my voice is gone

My tongue is swallowed in a molten crust

Who am I anymore?

I cannot undo what is done

I cannot escape from Hell

Challenge
Challenge of the Week LXXXIV
You've found a canonical magic lamp. When the genie emerges from it, he tells you he can only grant you one wish, but there's a catch. He can only solve problems. What problem will you ask the genie to solve?
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bookishcat

This Hell inside of me

Hate boils in my blood

Which sizzles and pops like molten lava

But this hate is not only for them

It’s also mine to choke under

For I am the problem

The person who started this all

I did this to myself

I wish so much, that I could time travel

Back to that day

But unfortunately

Life doesn't hold that power in hand

I have lost control

Days, Months, Years, of bundled stress, fury and angst

Explode from my soul as an erupting volcano

Smoldering fire spews from my lips

My hands are not mine anymore

My mind is absent

I feel lifeless but more alive than ever

My eyes burn like coals, putrid smoke protrudes from my charcoaled skull

I try to call for help, but my voice is gone

My tongue is swallowed in a molten crust

Who am I anymore?

I cannot undo what is done

I cannot escape from hell

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bookishcat

Spring

Ah, can you feel that breeze

That rustles the cherry trees

And brings me to my knees

As pink blossoms rain from the canopy

It is a sea of colors

The flowers, vines, and little crawlers

That scavenge the forest floor

Searching for something more

I smell that fresh scent

Of dew on grass blades

The soil that ferments

Under the thundering cascades

I stare up at the pin-like trees

Who stand still against the breeze

With bushes of leaves jade-green

I wonder what they have seen

A blue jay flies by

Its feathers blue as the sky

The heavens are it’s highway

Always looking headway

Spring

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bookishcat

Reflection

As I see her face

I find someone who is lost

Whose eyes want to run

A girl who has been broken

One too many times

And is trying to mend herself

She keeps breaking, falling apart

But I see something more

Behind all the fear and stress

There is a glowing nugget of gold

That glimmers in her pupils

It is courage

Beside that parcel of courage

Blooms a single flower

A lily of hope

A nugget of courage

And those are enough to save her