“Look, I know I have a bunch of sins, so sue me!”
“Everyone sins. Why are yours so different?”
“No one I know puts dill pickles on pizza like I do.”
“That’s a damnable offense. Repent you heathen, or enjoy hell!”
Lent (an acrostic conversation)
Tag Archives: Hell
Trend (an acrostic poem)
The sky is the limit
Really, everything is coming up roses
Except, of course, when it’s all burning down
Now that’s when everything is just going to hell
Don’t worry, it will all be just fine
Crabby (an acrostic poem)
Couldn’t care less what you think Miss Know It All!
Rarely does something come out of your mouth that’s worth a damn
And right now isn’t one of those moments
Being the refined person, such that I am, I won’t allow myself to stoop to your level
Because to do so would admit that you put me in a foul temper, but we both know that’s not the case
You just run along now and go to Hell, you hear?
Night (an acrostic poem)
Now, now is the time to strike back
Igniting the passions of the oppressed
Giving the darkness a soul of fire and destruction
Hell’s gates have broken, and we are not going back
To our oppressors, flee. We will do more than just go bump in the …
Knife (an acrostic poem)
Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back
Never helped in the past and yet
If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am
Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down
Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings
Clash (an acrostic poem)
Crashing together in mortal combat
Leaving corpses in our wake
As we fight towards the gates of Hell
Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes
Here we will make our eternal stand
Watch (an acrostic poem)
Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist
As He waited for the seconds to tick by
The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed
Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image
He smiled. Soon He would do more than just …
Exit (an acrostic poem)
Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!
Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.
It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.
That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.
Jungle (an acrostic poem)
.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom
Under the veneer of what some call civilization
Now I know how to fight to get what is mine
Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better
Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats
Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”
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Doorman (an acrostic conversation)
“Do you remember when they didn’t open automatically?”
“Of course I do. I’m older than you, you fool.”
“Obviously, look at your lack of hair.”
“Really? I’m going to kick you through one in just a second.”
“Man, just calm down. Back then, people, had jobs opening them.”
“And where the hell are you going with this?”
“Now my backup career is becoming extinct, and I never got one of the hats.”
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