write about what you think hell is like
hell
By Xxcant runxX on May 20th 2009, mid-afternoon.on topic hell
hell
fire
hot
burn
devil
or is it just the opposite
cold
ice
water
snow
it makes sence to me
mabye not to you
would hell be cold
cause life is hot
if god is trying to punish you forever shouldnt you be cold
fire
hot
burn
devil
or is it just the opposite
cold
ice
water
snow
it makes sence to me
mabye not to you
would hell be cold
cause life is hot
if god is trying to punish you forever shouldnt you be cold
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dark and cold
By i heart pat xD on May 21st 2009, early morning.on topic hell
dark black and scary. cold metal jail cells with no way out. just like an orpanage. my brother's been in an orphanage. living hell. no love. no one cares about you. not even your own family.
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Hell
By XRainbowliciousX on May 21st 2009, late morning.on topic hell
The burning never stops
The pain never ends
I didn't think it could be this way
It's like my own world I've created
A place I could only call hell
Where everything goes wrong
And darkness is everywhere you look
The screams get louder everyday you're there,
But there is no way out, no true escape
The pain never ends
I didn't think it could be this way
It's like my own world I've created
A place I could only call hell
Where everything goes wrong
And darkness is everywhere you look
The screams get louder everyday you're there,
But there is no way out, no true escape
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this is hell
By twenty-four-reasons on May 21st 2009, lunch time.on topic hell
For me I think hell is this place that is full of nasty bugs of every kind. Big and little posionous and not. Its all hot down there and everyones there even the nice old guy from down the street. Anyways the way i look at it. Theres these demons running around they wip people with their flaming tails and torture you with your nightmares. But only your nightmares have become the truth and your living them every single day over and over but everyday is a new nightmare one that you havent discovered yet. a new fear you havent realized. a new hatred your yet to develop. Nobody asked to be put here, we put our selfs here and honestly we dont care. Because only if you fight the demons do you get punished.. you see its just like earth down here except you can now see the demons and the fire and flames. there not make believe anymore there real, they do exist. We still have jobs but we dont get paid with money.. we get paid with things like cigarettes and weed and other drugs or weapons..and we go around trying to kill each other because we have forgotten that were already dead and we think its fun to kill people anyways,...idk maybe were just a bunch of sick twisted people....so why dont you just come down here and join us. we promise itll be fun...hahaha
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First Freewrite... Why did I pick this topic?
By AndrianTimeswift on May 22nd 2009, lunch time.on topic hell
Hell is being all alone with no friends but being surrounded by people who are encouraging you to become something you're not. Hell is being forced into a mold that you cannot possibly conform to. Hell is like being trapped forever in a burning pit of intense loneliness without ever having even a hope of being free. Hell is being forever separated from God and never feeling his smiling presence again. Hell is talking to someone you hate and being forced to pretend that you enjoy their company. There is no real way to describe hell, you must experience it firsthand. I have not been there, but prom was pretty close.
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Hell is isolation !
By karaharapriya on May 23rd 2009, late at night.on topic hell
Hell- Easy to think it is some horrible, flaming place but I know what it is. Hell is a little black hole inside me. It is black, churning and boiling over deep down. The fumes from there can seep into my heart and cloud my faculties. My vision is blurred, my judgement is obscured and even on a bright, sunny day outside with the light dancing on the green leaves, I can feel a heaviness like never before. I feel like a small child who has been scolded and sent away to a corner. Hell is feeling like my best friend is furious with me and I will never, ever be able to get back to our comfortable ledge. I will be left sitting there without anyone to tell me to look down at the wonderous vision of the range on range of blue mountains shimmering as far back as the eye can see. Yes, alone on the ledge. .
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i think hell is not real
By shanker on May 25th 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic hell
i think hell is not real hell is a figment of the imaginatoin but if it was real it would be good cause that is what most people want out off lifw is death like i do i only want death lol so any deth is a nice place but to some people is is hell lol the worst place you could go but me myself think it is good place but some people do not agree with me and i do ot care lmao so any way that is what i think of hell it is not real and if it was it is good not bad lol i can not spell ffs well i have nothing else to say :| it is a good place not bad remember that :|?
lol if u beileve it is a bad place then it is a bad place but if tu think of it as a good place it is a good place
lol if u beileve it is a bad place then it is a bad place but if tu think of it as a good place it is a good place
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Hell
By f1shm00 on May 25th 2009, early morning.on topic hell
its like this gigantic field. all green and never any death.
the pain is gone and the birds sing.
i want to reach and touch the grass and i do; it's so soft to the touch. i slit my finger on the blade to see what it's like - this strange curiosity of something different is haunting me - but then it just stops. instead, my hand feels revitalised, it flushes into my bloodline and my whole body spams in pleasure. my knees bow to the sky and i collapse in such ecstacy. this isn't hell? it's too paradisical to be anything of the such.
i breath again and i taste the slow dripping of the dew. i hear the black and deep purple in the ravens nearby. i can touch the sun with my eyelashes. singe, they do not. my mind is in such a sstate of shock. im in heaven. i want to show the heaven to my heart.
Not heaven=
You're not here.
the pain is gone and the birds sing.
i want to reach and touch the grass and i do; it's so soft to the touch. i slit my finger on the blade to see what it's like - this strange curiosity of something different is haunting me - but then it just stops. instead, my hand feels revitalised, it flushes into my bloodline and my whole body spams in pleasure. my knees bow to the sky and i collapse in such ecstacy. this isn't hell? it's too paradisical to be anything of the such.
i breath again and i taste the slow dripping of the dew. i hear the black and deep purple in the ravens nearby. i can touch the sun with my eyelashes. singe, they do not. my mind is in such a sstate of shock. im in heaven. i want to show the heaven to my heart.
Not heaven=
You're not here.
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Hell
By bingedrinker86 on May 25th 2009, lunch time.on topic hell
hell is like the everlasting snail
its in a shell and turns into enfinity
stuck on a rock surrounded by salt
it burns and melts you its heat
defeats you turns you to a mess
the devil calls you and you can hardly
talk as you are so more dead
then you could ever imagine
like a zombie slug or leach
sucking blood for eternity.
off the devils penis.
its in a shell and turns into enfinity
stuck on a rock surrounded by salt
it burns and melts you its heat
defeats you turns you to a mess
the devil calls you and you can hardly
talk as you are so more dead
then you could ever imagine
like a zombie slug or leach
sucking blood for eternity.
off the devils penis.
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By xoxstormxox on May 26th 2009, terribly early in the morning.
on topic hell
on topic hell
I can feel it under my skin, a burning sensation...
I can feel it trying to rise to the surface, destroying anything in it's path.
I feel like a penguin, not cold-blooded, but hot-blooded.
I can see my sanity esacping from my cuts.
Stories, I've heard stories about this "dark" and "terrible" place.
I've listened to preachers and beggers about what might be "fate"
But now I realise... it's over-due.
I always will be just like you.
I can feel it trying to rise to the surface, destroying anything in it's path.
I feel like a penguin, not cold-blooded, but hot-blooded.
I can see my sanity esacping from my cuts.
Stories, I've heard stories about this "dark" and "terrible" place.
I've listened to preachers and beggers about what might be "fate"
But now I realise... it's over-due.
I always will be just like you.
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By Jason-Havoc on May 27th 2009, terribly early in the morning.
on topic hell
on topic hell
hell? a reality ive come to know well these days, as i think back on these pain i realize that right now what we are all living is a type of hell in itself it fits well if you think about it, the hot days of summertime burning like the heat from the pits of satans stomach the thunder stroms are the roaring of his low growls when he is displeased with how things are going or the so called "acid" rain his tear for his descension from "heaven" i seem to think this is a bit more like hell than anything any of us will ever know flows of water streaming from the largest of ice raps and people these days thinking hiphop now is filled with nice cats no its more like pussies who are delusional to think they have nice raps hm and twice that thought i do because i have a tendency to overthink things and as you can tell i have trouble staying on certain topics but my distraction i see as me not taking hell seriously enough i mean i think itd be tough if i maybe thought about the idea that i could never get back to the teriffic ways of before blah blah blah blah blah
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By xshatteredxdreamsx on May 29th 2009, evening time.
on topic hell
on topic hell
its darkness hurting pain but it feels so much better the being here its the stuff hidden inside it were we ll go it the place i belong it fire flames it suffering it were you will not be it were the angels laugh at the fallen its the difference between life and death it were i want to go cuz physical pain is much better then emotional pain it death i am going there
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Empty Hell
By chineesgirl on June 1st 2009, early evening.on topic hell
Fiery ground
Blackness surrounds
One looks above its head
and sees nothing
Arm, scorching red
No blood falls from the dead skin
Frozen ground up ahead
Step within the icy bed
Blackness crawls up the dead
Bloody screams rip through your head
Never-ending
Never-stopping
Fiery earth
Frozen hearth
One can only sense
The forever silence
Blackness surrounds
One looks above its head
and sees nothing
Arm, scorching red
No blood falls from the dead skin
Frozen ground up ahead
Step within the icy bed
Blackness crawls up the dead
Bloody screams rip through your head
Never-ending
Never-stopping
Fiery earth
Frozen hearth
One can only sense
The forever silence
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The Hell with Her
By graydeth on June 2nd 2009, early morning.on topic hell
Standing so close to her and not being able to touch her
Not being able to say the words that sit at the front of your heart and mind, begging to be vocalized and your tongue is paralyzed
Wanting to take her in your arms and kiss her and knowing to do so is wrong because of the situation your in and not caring because you just know it would feel so right
Hearing her soft voice speaking in your ear and wanting to be able to hear that sound every day, every night, yet knowing its not going to happen
Waking up from a dream of her and not finding her lying there beside you
the feeling she gives you just being in her presence and then watching her leave
Not being able to say the words that sit at the front of your heart and mind, begging to be vocalized and your tongue is paralyzed
Wanting to take her in your arms and kiss her and knowing to do so is wrong because of the situation your in and not caring because you just know it would feel so right
Hearing her soft voice speaking in your ear and wanting to be able to hear that sound every day, every night, yet knowing its not going to happen
Waking up from a dream of her and not finding her lying there beside you
the feeling she gives you just being in her presence and then watching her leave
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dreaming of hell
By hotemochick4400 on June 4th 2009, early evening.on topic hell
slaughter me
chain me
murder me
ether way im going to hell
save me
help me
theres no sound
other than
a wisper
of screaming hopless souls
no thought
of regret
just fate
and
hatred
never should i have
talkin
my life
now im in this unholy
black fiery
and
unlockible
hole
never aloud to
be let free
im always
screaming
and crying
hopelessly
never would i have know that
the color of the liquid
wich use to
flow
in my body
would be every
were
WAAASHHHHH
ohhhh thank god it was all just a dream
chain me
murder me
ether way im going to hell
save me
help me
theres no sound
other than
a wisper
of screaming hopless souls
no thought
of regret
just fate
and
hatred
never should i have
talkin
my life
now im in this unholy
black fiery
and
unlockible
hole
never aloud to
be let free
im always
screaming
and crying
hopelessly
never would i have know that
the color of the liquid
wich use to
flow
in my body
would be every
were
WAAASHHHHH
ohhhh thank god it was all just a dream
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Hell is Where I Am (n ya i do feel lots of pain n heartache the line just fit with the freewrite)
By xXaciremajXx on June 6th 2009, the wee hours.on topic hell
Hell.
Hell is where I am right now.
Where nothing matters except
Keeping your eyes open to see another day pass by you
Hell is being numb to everything
Touched by nothing
I would relish pain
I would do anything for heartache
If I could just just feel again
And get out of this
Hell.
Hell is where I am right now.
Where nothing matters except
Keeping your eyes open to see another day pass by you
Hell is being numb to everything
Touched by nothing
I would relish pain
I would do anything for heartache
If I could just just feel again
And get out of this
Hell.
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The City With The Belltower
By FlamingoCroquet on June 9th 2009, early evening.on topic hell
In the night there tolls a bell
among the spires made of stone
among the glistening oaks and pines
the queen dances on her throne
All around hang wooden signs
with warnings too harsh for the ear
the castle grounds, the bloody shrines
General says, silver smile,
"Life is war and war is hell."
In the night there tolls a bell
And the soldiers gather 'round
before the spires made of stone
to die for their phantom home
to live badly and perish well
They feel their blood fill up with bile
Seeing the general with his silver smile
with his pretty monster towering upwards
in the blackened, sooty sky.
No longer do the children cry.
Inside the gates are ragged trees
rocky crags and slime, disease
all is dead or dying still
The sun won't shine, it never will
no crops or plants, no fish or deer
the peasants moan, the queen complains
the hunters gather past the gates in zeal
to the westward lands they go
In the evening's purple glow
to seek what they can kill or steal.
The queen loves a fatty, sugared meal.
The hunters follow their dark captain
With his bloody hands and clear blue eyes
They say he's made of fallen stars?
At his call, the men arise
With spears and fangs to pierce their prize
To raid the pretty countryside.
The children watch their fathers with eyes open wide.
The ghost of a woman, her face ripped and scarred
leads a group of shadows, gaze and bodies hard.
They're in the homes, they're on the roads
They listen in the corners and the city warps
With a whisper of betrayal or a word of code
A peasant, a soldier turns into a corpse
With these sorts of protectors, should the people rebel?
They think and then shiver...they're protected well?
Dissenters are shackled and barred.
In the night there tolls a bell.
At the greatest marbled gate
There sits a man with bored green eyes
He's the sentry, the masses arrive
the lost and the foolish gather in line
"Let us enter your fortress" is the people's shout
The sentry rubs his forehead and lets out a sigh
"You can enter you idiots, but you cannot come out."
Raising the gate, he knows that they won't survive.
Is it better to die than to remain here alive?
All the maidens are inspected
By the Prince, the old queen's son
All their little hearts are won
by his handsome smile and his quick hands.
But here, there are no wedding bands.
No vows of love, just kicks, demands.
There are babies everywhere: bastards, nobles
The queen declares: Give them to the gray woman
who will give them each a gun.
Do not allow them to ask why.
No longer do the children cry.
The city keeps a dragon in it's dead courtyard
And they let the red and scaly creature roam the city streets.
She laughs like a maniac to everyone she meets.
Rip apart intruders, eat their hearts, the rest discard
She'd set the town on fire, but the queen controls the red cyclone
The queen dances on her throne.
In the night there tolls a bell
And no, it doesn't toll for thee
Nor for the people who beg to be free
Beating on the stone walls with their burned hands
Hateful, is the song of hell
All the soldiers hearts will swell
And make them laugh and scream with glee
What you ask is this dreadful spell?
It is the magic of the foggy city
The city with it's tolling bell
"Life is war and war is hell."
among the spires made of stone
among the glistening oaks and pines
the queen dances on her throne
All around hang wooden signs
with warnings too harsh for the ear
the castle grounds, the bloody shrines
General says, silver smile,
"Life is war and war is hell."
In the night there tolls a bell
And the soldiers gather 'round
before the spires made of stone
to die for their phantom home
to live badly and perish well
They feel their blood fill up with bile
Seeing the general with his silver smile
with his pretty monster towering upwards
in the blackened, sooty sky.
No longer do the children cry.
Inside the gates are ragged trees
rocky crags and slime, disease
all is dead or dying still
The sun won't shine, it never will
no crops or plants, no fish or deer
the peasants moan, the queen complains
the hunters gather past the gates in zeal
to the westward lands they go
In the evening's purple glow
to seek what they can kill or steal.
The queen loves a fatty, sugared meal.
The hunters follow their dark captain
With his bloody hands and clear blue eyes
They say he's made of fallen stars?
At his call, the men arise
With spears and fangs to pierce their prize
To raid the pretty countryside.
The children watch their fathers with eyes open wide.
The ghost of a woman, her face ripped and scarred
leads a group of shadows, gaze and bodies hard.
They're in the homes, they're on the roads
They listen in the corners and the city warps
With a whisper of betrayal or a word of code
A peasant, a soldier turns into a corpse
With these sorts of protectors, should the people rebel?
They think and then shiver...they're protected well?
Dissenters are shackled and barred.
In the night there tolls a bell.
At the greatest marbled gate
There sits a man with bored green eyes
He's the sentry, the masses arrive
the lost and the foolish gather in line
"Let us enter your fortress" is the people's shout
The sentry rubs his forehead and lets out a sigh
"You can enter you idiots, but you cannot come out."
Raising the gate, he knows that they won't survive.
Is it better to die than to remain here alive?
All the maidens are inspected
By the Prince, the old queen's son
All their little hearts are won
by his handsome smile and his quick hands.
But here, there are no wedding bands.
No vows of love, just kicks, demands.
There are babies everywhere: bastards, nobles
The queen declares: Give them to the gray woman
who will give them each a gun.
Do not allow them to ask why.
No longer do the children cry.
The city keeps a dragon in it's dead courtyard
And they let the red and scaly creature roam the city streets.
She laughs like a maniac to everyone she meets.
Rip apart intruders, eat their hearts, the rest discard
She'd set the town on fire, but the queen controls the red cyclone
The queen dances on her throne.
In the night there tolls a bell
And no, it doesn't toll for thee
Nor for the people who beg to be free
Beating on the stone walls with their burned hands
Hateful, is the song of hell
All the soldiers hearts will swell
And make them laugh and scream with glee
What you ask is this dreadful spell?
It is the magic of the foggy city
The city with it's tolling bell
"Life is war and war is hell."
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Hell
By XxXSilentlyDyingXxX on June 18th 2009, early evening.on topic hell
hell?
Hell is my life,
thats what hell is,
Hell is when you cant
smile anymore
without a fake one
you cant laugh
You cant
do anything but cry
and scream
cuz everyone is gone
theres noone
there to comfort you anymore
theres no one there to help
you with your problumes!
Hell is where you cant talk
to anyone you love
about how you feel,
Hell is where you live your
life wishing you were someone else,
Or hoping that maybe someone will be
there in the morning to help you out
Hell is my life,
And you can never get out!
Hell is my life,
thats what hell is,
Hell is when you cant
smile anymore
without a fake one
you cant laugh
You cant
do anything but cry
and scream
cuz everyone is gone
theres noone
there to comfort you anymore
theres no one there to help
you with your problumes!
Hell is where you cant talk
to anyone you love
about how you feel,
Hell is where you live your
life wishing you were someone else,
Or hoping that maybe someone will be
there in the morning to help you out
Hell is my life,
And you can never get out!
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By graydeth on June 19th 2009, early afternoon.
on topic hell
on topic hell
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HATE
By XxLonelyTearDropxX on June 24th 2009, mid-afternoon.on topic hell
hell is the fire burning,
but for your desire.
hell is a rush,
like your crush.
for me
us
the two people meant to be together forever.
us .
and you took that away with the word of GOODBYE
and now i have to sigh.
for the reason of this.
I HATE YOUR GUTS
BURN IN HELL YOU SUN OF A BITCH
I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION SO GET WITH IT>
but for your desire.
hell is a rush,
like your crush.
for me
us
the two people meant to be together forever.
us .
and you took that away with the word of GOODBYE
and now i have to sigh.
for the reason of this.
I HATE YOUR GUTS
BURN IN HELL YOU SUN OF A BITCH
I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION SO GET WITH IT>
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