Tag: dark poems

The Earth Dont Like Me


The earth dont like me
I found this out
A long time ago.
It says this early
In the morning
Every single time
I wake.
Why earth why?
It must have been
Something i said
Something i did
Some people i
Screwed over?
Why earth
Why do you not
Like me?
I am sorry
Earth so sorry
That you dont like me
I wish you did.

A hernandez 2 6 2026

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On Top Of Graves

I watched them tango
and do the lambada
in the very dark
and cold, in very little moonlight,
the smell of old broken men was in the air.

I was sitting on the this long branch
looking down below (quietly)
at the sick & highly twisted dancing.
The sounds of the ghoulish
was music to no ones ears,
but I listened carefully,
trying not to vomit,
as they continued to tango
and two step,
minuet,
dirty dance.
Until the sun came back again,
rushing them all away.

A Hernandez 7 29 2025

We Dont Bite



We watch how the sun sinks
Behind the world and the way it
finally goes away, and how it helps darkness take hold,
And how it pushes all light away, away towards madness; towards
The end all sanity.

I wake to the darkness gone.
To birds chirping
To the sun melting
To the sun rays beaming
To the cats meowing
To the me creaking
To the fish begging
To the wife goodbying
To the air warming.

My bones are hurting
More than normal;
And memory easily
Reminds me of painless
Days;
Then sadness it smiles,
It looks haughty,
For it knows
It has done its job well.

Its getting close to the day’s end
And the sun has been frightened
Away again. Running behind hills
And oceans and jungles and ice mountains.
Yo Sun! Dont be scared. We
Dont bite!

A hernandez 11 18 2025





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Lies and More Lies

Never mind what you hear
it’s all nonsense.
Its wise to never mind.
You can’t believe everything.
And they say everything
that comes out of their mouths is untrue.
I’m telling you the truth, they’re lying all the time.
it’s like nothing that comes out of their mouths is true anymore.

Its all lies. Lies here and lies there lies everywhere. There’s nothing that’s real anymore. It’s like it’s completely nonsense and nonsense is the real and the real is nonsense, it’s all lies, lies, I tell you lies.

The real can be unreal
And the unreal can be all lies
And their lies can not be real
And those real words are
Said to be unreal.
And so nothing is really
What we believe.

What i believe to be too real was
Once ( i believe more in Santa than reality) possibly reality. It is fake really now
Just a big fat lie honestly;
Perpertrations of
Falsehoods
That sometimes i found
Glowing in the alley in
My mind, no of my soul really,
Of my soul truly, merely truth
And not lies.

A hernandez 11 11 2025

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The Supreme Being

Was snoring, dreaming perhaps,
of flying squirrels
rabid raccoons on crack,
or perhaps super hot girls.
Who knows what,
It dreams about.
Or fantasizes about,
Who knows what it likes to think about,
as it sits alone up on that gigantic hill,
looking all cool and extremely chill,
up on that mountain of a hill,
sometimes smoking crack,
laughing at us little people,
down below in our shacks,
making plans, formulating schemes,
pointing fingers at feeble people.
Judging and proclaiming,
casting sentences,
sometimes murdering
it makes no sense.

7 9 2025 A Hernandez

When The Mind Goes



When the mind goes
So goes the dreams
And all our schemes
When it decides so.

And not only dreams
But hope and fears
And all we hear.
And all be seen.

Laughter hides away
Scared to make its way
Hopeless and dismay
When the mind goes away.

Friends and family fear
I am no longer here
Scared to come near
Drowing in my tears.

A hernandez 10 2 2025

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