Dark Poems, Poetry, Horror poems By Art Hernandez

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Sadly Sensing You - Poor Little Freak - Unhappiness Is? - I Fear - Scant Roads
A Nightmare I had the Other Night - We all Some Time Sooner or Later Find Need To Run Away From the Fears That Strike Deep in the Night - Carting

Sadly Sensing You

I sense your eyes in the darkness,
Peering through my soul.
I sense your heart beating and it's pounding at my mind.
I sense your madness inside me,
infecting my blood, tainting my cells, rotting my flesh, melting my bones.

I can not escape, I can not run,
no matter where I go, you are there, waiting for me.

I sense your breath on my neck, burning me.
I sense your touch, killing me.

Your thoughts I'm sensing are sending me to Hell!

God help me I'm on fire!
God save me from this fire!5-2000TOP
Poor Little Freak

Poor little freak pretending to sleep, with your eyes wide open and ready to swell.
Poor little freak, stab you I might, now get your butt out of my sight!
Poor little freak, with freaky glasses and freaked up smell,
I can stand you no longer so go straight to hell!

Poor little freak, with your tiny little freaky brain,
Sticking out the many holes in your head;
Its dripping to the ground, your dripping your stain.
Lap up your mess, and get before I find you dead!

Freaky little man, with freaky little plans,
Swarming in your freaking mind,
Condemned souls are what you find,
Freaky little man, better make your stand!

I must turn from this mirror……
I must turn from this mirror.

Art Hernandez 5-19- 2000 TOPUnhappiness Is?

Unthinkable, unmistakable, so very much indeed,
But please let me finish this repartee and the tired triviality of it, so please let me proceed.

What does this unhappiness means?
It is when your sickly dog urinates on your lovely roses and their petals bright bright green,
That is what it means. It somehow seems.
Unhappiness is a bad dream, where a fire is burning you, lights you up, and like ashes you then fall.
You wake to find a tear soaked pillow, your head on a puddle.

Unhappiness is something you can learn, either the hard way, the loose way, the easy way; but it all fall to this.

It is not what you might call harmonious bliss, quite the opposite it is.
It is when you shriek to find a rat biting your upper lip, a tasty dinner of you for it.
Happiness is? I have not the slightest clue to where it could be found.
Somewhere with a clown? On a golden ground, where frowns turn upside down? Under a rock??
I have not the slightest clue.
How bout you?
But Unhappiness is not that hard to find.
Look upon the dead in a dark collapsed coal mine.
Or find it when you lose you mind, when you loose a child,
Its not at all happy, in fact it's nothing smooth nothing mild.

Arturo Hernandez 10-1-1991

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I Fear

I knew I was being followed, the shadows were warning.
But as the hours drag on, I know soon I will meet tommorrow, and the sun will be glowing.
And the times for laughs will start, and the fearing will end, and I will begin again, my friend.
I knew I was being followed, close behind and on my bushy long tail, no step at fail.
The time was not to turn around and face the unknown, the time was run and tuck tail.
And there was no time left so instead of wasting it, I am beating it, you may think I am talking shit.
I knew, but my mind was slow, that the follower had picked up pace, and I turned anyhow to look at it's face.
What an ugly place of a face.
So I increased my pace, footprints behind me, across the dirty pavement, trace my haste.
Soon tommorrow will be now, and the thing behind me will catch me frown, and fall down I will onto a shiny crown on top of my head with a crashing sound.
And never will I see again, but what am I to fear, oh dear.
Arturo Hernandez 7-21-1991
TOPScant Roads

Rush me down town cab driver. Let me smell the smog, drag me through the dirty smug. Let me please watch the sun stick his tongue out through the blue sky above.
This lovely old car, this yellow thing, it me brings.
Slowly. Down the uphill, where the happy things grow.
Smoke me one for the hell of it Mr. Cab driver, I feel like maybe this is the end of the road. Scant pavement I reckon.

Art Hernandez 5-15-89 TOPA Nightmare I Had the Other Night
By Art Hernandez

Running scared from large roses squirming out from the soil, I watch as they lift their massive heads, acid's spilling from their petals.

Above me is the sky (the sun shine meadows, the cloudy coils), racing into the horizon are shadows cast by these monstrous birds of cumbrous metal.

Then… .
This happens… .
A ghastly incubus, with visions that murder, that scratch my heart,
This, I know, is only a horrid dream that has no end, which has not start.
And soon the acid, like death's blanket, envelopes me,
I fall to my knees, drowning in rosy acid seas.

The metal birds begin to circle me, their slobber dripping,
And my head above the waves is the only thing left of me, still I'm sinking.

I pray to our God in our Heaven, the clouds coil, then depreciate,
And from the clearing the light of God rescues me from this possible fate.
I express to my savior, "thank you O merciful Master, my God!"
And then, instantly I am smashed, like an ant on a sidewalk upon we trod, by the master's hands.

I scream, waking to the smell of espresso brewing in my kitchen,
And to the sound of the old woman's bitching.

July 11 1990
TOPWe all Some Time Sooner or Later Find Need To Run Away From the Fears That Strike Deep in the Night

The man saw it, the moon white as snow, high above his head. His eyes were wide open as wide as a grave is dead.
It was shinning brightly, glowing upon the ground and upon the puddles of blood in front of him. He watched as bats and creepy worms, roaming in the bloodied dirt, gradually become long shadows: and he smiled at them as they sped and squirmed by him.
Showers of blood and rain came down quickly; thick drops of blood smacking the top of his head, globs splashing into his eyes as he looked upward towards the dark sky-- someone had been thrashed to death above his head.
The bloody rain seeped into his mouth as he spotted some other unfortunate in front of him split into four parts.
"Come to Hell!" the unfortunate one hollered out to the man as he lunged out towards him with all four parts. "Join us tonight! Come join the band of the dead, all the ones dead and gone and dismembered!"
The man nodded, then together, parts and whole, light and darkness, into the night they merged and devoured themselves into each other: their hands, feet, brains, ligaments all into one part. Into the night.
Arturo Hernandez 1-31-92 TOP

Carting

Bomb blasted eyes like falling red stars
Showering down from the filthy sky,
Landing near their toes, not too far from where they lie
Holding heavy guns and handy bombs and waiting to die.
Foreign creatures from afar
Appearing from behind iron curtains,
Shrieking war cries, trampling, galloping towards war,
With sharpened spears certain
To slice head and open guts
Certain to spill blood in lots.
On both sides now, reaching for peace are warriors rising towards God.
The end has been started,
Thus then the dead be carted.

Carting By Arturo Hernandez 9-15-2000

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