Loving Words

I woke up with the sun in my face

A laughter embedded in my heart

Thinking of your sweet tender words

Echoing through out my entire being

Loving words that are whispered

Master artist creating his masterpiece

Sweet romantic words of love

Pour forth on to your canvas of affection

Simple delicate words that are created

Forming ever so loving in to sentences

Being released from your tender lips

Falling gracefully unto dainty ears

A smile forms on my precious face

With thoughts of you in my head

Loving words you express so freely

Holding tenderly my frail heart

Speaking in a language that love can hear

Spoken words through the heart are told

Opening your soul to let the light shine

Engulfing me in your loving words

Delicate tears fall from my beautiful eyes

Showered with your love and affection

Flowing through a poets’ poem to my heart

Hearing them fly through on butterfly wings

You can find this poem and others:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Missing Piece

I miss the feel of your tender lips

Feel of your heart against my soul

The essence of happiness you gave

I miss having you in my life, darling

This tiny little poem, is something most people feel when they are truly missing someone.

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Puppet Master

Carved out your life before you knew

Pulled your strings to make you move

Laughed when you were crying

Enraged when you were happy

Pulling your strings and dance for me

Your hated puppet master

Swing joyfully as I warp your strings

Breathing life in to your every move

Your hated puppet master

Dance your soul away for me

Little remorse for what I have

Get me bored and I'll cut you short

Could I be death or your redemption?

Your hated puppet master

Snipping your life threads down to none

Casting your limp carcass aside

Many more to have fun with

So easy to cast you aside

Your hated puppet master

Has come to play with you..........

This image is not my own.
You can find this poem and others:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Devil Cat: Author's Note

Devil cat is based on this hilarious story told to me by my aunt. Granted they have no idea in why the cat lost her mind to attack their friend, but in a story that is a fucking twisted tale...I transformed the cat into a Siamese cat.  I had a Siamese cat and man, was that little fucker mean.  Granted kitty was nice to me, but to everyone else...it was an evil fucker.
Granted, like the rest of my stories...it is fucked up.  Yet, this twisted tale does have a happy ending and you can say that I was thinking of Gerry as I wrote the ending.  Yes, to those that know-Gerry, my first serious relationship was the worst thing that could ever happen to me...and yet taught me a lot about myself.  I guess using him as a majority of my male deaths is really therapeutic.
Granted that is all I am going to say on this author's note...lol.  And yes, I'm disturbed and demented



Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Dementia: Twisted Tales

I know in the last few years of my life-I have been writing here and there.  For a while it was almost a stand still and found myself struggling to write something.  It didn't help that my relationships were screwed up...like Eric throwing something at my head and hitting my monitor.  My entire life seemed like a fucking twisted tale.  So...I kept trying to bit piece shit.  Yet, I kept remembering one thing...and it was true...writing made me happy.  I was able to put all my hurt, fears into paper.
I know I am great with words, but I was horrible in describing my real feelings to people.  For a long while-I realized that...no matter how well I could tell a story...the one thing I was shitty about...was my own life.  So...I guess it is easier to write...than to tell someone how you really feel...the panic attacks get in the way...the thoughts of what they would really think about you...get in the way...and the best to be silent and let them go..or fuck up your own words and say "Fuck it"
Well..my long awaited...collection of short stories...that I have wanted to do since 2006...called Dementia: Twisted Tales is a collection of fucked up nightmares to actual events that I have turned into a surrealistic nightmare.

Dementia: Twisted Tales

• The Devil's Hand
• Revenge of the Spider
• Hidden Caller
• Askew Ball
• The End
• Bug Bites
• Infected
• Road Trip
• Devil Cat
• The Price
• Roommates
• Where's my Beets?
• Expedition

Each story will have two blogs...one about the story and the Author's notes. I happy to say they are nearly completed.


Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

King of Darkness

Demon born from blood and lust entwined

Stare in my eyes and feel the hypnotic urge

Cave in to my charms and sweet melody

Open your blood to my carnal devilish delights

There is none before that will ever be the first

None before will equal to my power and control

Destined to be the greatest, most powerful being

Stare into the darkness of my eternal damnation

Take my hand to the land of death and suffering

Follow the path of despairing screams of the tortured

Enter the realm of the forgotten and unwanted

There you will find me waiting for you

Demon of carnal pleasures to ensnare your mind

Hypnotic beast calling your lustful desires to life

Feel me deep within your eternal damned soul

Source of all evils beyond your wildest dreams

Embrace the darkness as you explore forbidden regions

Allow my black pleasures to touch your fragile mind

Opening your eyes to my demonic hypnotic charms

Hear the melody of the cryptic abyss singing painfully

None shall reign in my region of untold pleasures

Lord of demons beyond the caverns of the abyss

So much to tell of the delights my darkness provides

Cleave your black soul upon the King of Darkness

You can find this poem and others:

Illuminations of the Soul/

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Revenge of the Zombie

Shallow pain harbors deep in my chest

Hollow feelings that no longer exist

Memories that seem to be fading away

Primal urges surfacing through out

Fill the void of my eternal being

Keep the silent walls from falling

Want to live with out being erased

Hated by the living for being dead

Desiring the need to feed to stop growing

Hunger driving force over come my senses

Icy fingers clawing your at your warm flesh

Sweet aroma fills my decaying nasal cavity

Warm taste of ripped flesh upon my tongue

Hearing your tormenting screams for help

Not ready to die is the last thoughts you have

So wrong yet it feels incredibly appetizing

This isn't the life I was expecting for myself

To feed on the flesh of those that are living

Soothing blood calming to dead senses

Flowing down once dehydrated throat

Utter sense of loneliness fills this empty vessel

Longing for human companionship once deserved

Finding a mournful path of eternal existence

Though the appetite is surging through out

Dark pleasures are found in taking your life

Seeing you go down before my feet

Life leaving your lips as you join the dead

You will know my eternal pain of damnation

You can find this poem and others:

  Illuminations of the Soul

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo

~Hellz Writer~

Revenge of the Spider: Author's Note

This fucking, sick twisted tale was based on a dream that I had, while working on a script.  I fell asleep at my laptop while my daughter was taking her nap.  I had stayed up for 48-hours straight and was exhausted.  But I somewhere in trying to keep my schedule, I didn't even remember falling asleep.
Of course it was based on actual people that I was renting from.  Which really startled the hell out of me, because it seemed so fucking real and yet it was a dream.  I remember my roommates looking at me with this crazy look as I was just watching them from the couch that I was sitting at.  Finally they asked if I was okay.  Of course I told them, hell no, because that was some realistic dream....except for the Spider having it's revenge.
But I have heard worse shit from friends. Spiders do in fact have taken revenge on people.  So this was a perfect thing.  When I explained my dream to my roommates, they explained about the weird video they took of this spider they killed on video.
Yet, before my dream...I had no knowledge of it.  It was in my dream.  Granted even myself was a bit freaked out by it.  We all went on a spider war path...by buying bug killer and spraying the entire house.  I know I have a fucked up, demented brain...but knowing something that happened in my dream...was strange.  I guess it could be based on an actual event...them killing a big spider on video.
Yet it really does make a nice twisted tale...to share with the world....

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Hidden Caller: Bit Bytes

Here is a little tiny nibble of Hidden Caller, yes, I am very serious about not divulging tooo much information because I want I know there is that Amazon Exclusive...that for 90-days and at least I want people to know about the story, but not the entire thing. it's sort of an appeteaser....
I want you to know wet your palette a little.  Also to let those know that I'm writing.  I'm doing what I love...I'm doing what makes me happy.  Even if that means twisting events that happened into my life into fucked up twisted tales. I think my life has enough horror in it that it really doesn't need monsters or demons, but hell...I think I like the fact reading about monsters and demons are easier to handle than looking into the darkness where the eye can't reach...and seeing that sometimes your own personal hell is worse than anything that you can ever read about.
Granted this is from the second draft.  I am a perfectionist when it comes to my stories...so there will be a lot more detail in it....and it is also a short story..so....

Hidden Caller:

It had been hours since the candles in Debra Myers room had gone out from her three dragon scones that hung neatly over her bed.  Debra’s eyes fluttered as she awoken from her slumber.  She never liked her room being dark.  Especially with having the backdoor in her bedroom, the layout to her room seemed a bit strange compared to the average apartment. 

It was the law that every apartment needed to have two entrance/exists to every apartment.  The only perk to the apartment was the beautiful view of the lake.  Despite her better judgment, she took the apartment.  It was the only place that didn’t offer a credit check and with her trying to restart her broken life, she took the place. 

Debra sat up in bed trying to adjust to the darkness.  She reached over to her nightstand and reached for the bottle of pills that was prescribed to her doctor.  They were suppose to help her sleep through the night, but they were not working.  She took a deep breath as her hands fumbled the bottle of pills.  The questions of “what if” ran through her head.

Again this is all you get....for now....

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Succubus

I am the woman that haunts your dreams

Ready and willing to steal your soul

Looking at me in my beautiful form

Casting aside what you have beside you

Let me in your mind and your dreams

Allow me the opportune moment to strike

You know you want to cave in to the feeling

Temptation is in your sight to witness

A lovely form as gorgeous as can be

Your lustful intentions are beginning to show

The will to fight the urge has fled your body

Temptation has finally set into your blood

My hour to strike is near at hand

You should have stayed with your love

A cheating heart has just one price to pay

Death at the hands of a Succubus

You can find this poem and others:

 Illuminations of the Soul

Obscurities of the Heart

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Hidden Caller: Author's Note

My short story Hidden Caller  was based on some strange events that happened in my strange little apartment.  It was a weird night and after a long, hard day at work...I got a strange series of Restricted/Hidden Caller calls.  It wasn't your normal prank caller, because they had some eerie shit going on in the background.  Joanne was my neighbor and like in my story...we were able to walk over to each other's apartment.
Of course I was suffering severe depression and the doctor I was seeing...was just prescribing me shit that had severe reactions to my system.  So Joanne would make sure...the damn quack didn't kill me. I walked over there and told her about the strange phone calls, she told me to turn off my phone and let it be.  Granted...my mind was already whirring from the shit on the phone mixed with the fucking medication.  I never went back to my bedroom but slept in the living room.
In the story of course it is best to tweak it.  Take a strange event from a bad point in my life and make it fucked up with no happy ending.  Granted, I'm very grateful for every fucked moment that I can turn and twist into a fucked up Twisted Tale that I can share with the world. 

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Revenge of the Spider: Bit Bytes

Working on short stories and here is a little bit byte, even though these stories will be posted in a book together.  But they will be sold separately as well. 

This is a 2nd draft of the story, I felt it would be nice to let those a chance to read a snipit:

 Revenge of the Spider

The light shone through the window above the shower illuminating the small-shared bathroom.  The door on the left opened as Tavo walks in half asleep.  Tavo scratches the back of his head as he lets out a big yawn.  He looks over and notices the connecting bedroom door is open. 

Releasing another yawn, Tavo stretches his arms out giving it a slight push to close the door.  The door doesn’t close all the way.  Tavo walks over to the mauve colored toilet lifting up the toilet seat to urinate

“Damn” Tavo lets a sigh of relief.

 Tavo walks over to his bathroom door. As he puts his hand on the doorknob, the sound of rustling paper comes out of the adjacent room.

“Carlos?”

Yet Tavo hears no response from the room.  He shrugs his shoulders and opens the door walking out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. The adjacent door in the bathroom slowly opens. Long brownish-red spiny legs push the bathroom door wide open.

Another set of long brownish-red spiny feel the entrance to the bathroom.  The face of the spiders enters the bathroom. It’s entire body fits in the bathroom.  Accidentally closing the other door with its leg.  Trapped, the spider tries to get out of the bathroom. 

Tavo hears the banging on the bathroom door.  Rosa rolls over and pushes Tavo.  He slowly rolls over rubbing his eyes.  Rosa sits up moving the blankets around her. 

“Man, just knock.” Tavo laughs “don’t have to bust through the door.”

Tavo looks over at Rosa, who is playing on her phone.

Yes, I know I will be adding more to it, but for now...this is it.... for now. 

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~

Rejection: Fundraiser & Incentives

$5 Thank you so much

You will get special thanks in Rejection, the Movie blog and on the fan page for everything you have done to make this happen  

$15 Yummy Goodies

Special Thanks Credits, an autographed DVD & script of Rejection 

$30 Special Effects

We will be able to get some practical effects for the movie. You will get everything mentioned above and an OFFICIAL Poster suitable for framing.

$50 Associate Producer

You will get ASSOCIATE PRODUCER CREDIT on IMDB, as well as everything mentioned above.  You’ll also get a wonderful shadow boxed still of the movie along with a prop from that scene.

Receive a link to 2-ebooks {{The Gathering & The Factory}} by the Director/Writer Irenia Guajardo that will be coming out in August 2012

$100 Executive Producer

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER CREDIT on IMDB. Everything mentioned above, Along with an official T-shirt & hat and tickets to be at the premier, Receive 2-autographed books {{The Gathering & The Factory}} by the Director/Writer Irenia Guajardo that will be coming out in August 2012

PLUS, all of you who donate $100 will be able to see behind the scenes footage with backstage cam that can be viewed online!  This is ONLY AVAILABLE AT THE $100 donation level!!  

$250 Rejection Courtesan

To help make movie history you will get it all Executive Producer Credits both on film and on IMDB. Special Thanks Credits on the movie blog and on the fan page, autographed mini poster, an Autographed DVD, an autographed copy of the script and special "First Looks" at the scenes we edit via the backstage cam and be able to chat with the cast

Being Rejected

About 2-years ago, I think I seriously found out what true rejection felt like.  I had read about how people felt about that sting of rejection either it be from a film review, person, publisher, editor and so forth.  Yet I actually experienced it. Hence the creation of this story idea.  I believe we all have a dark side to us if we get pushed over the limit. We have seen too many reality shows to depict that. I took several different personalities and pieced them together to create a Frankenstein character just ready to break free from its shell. In a day and age where there is re-boots and remakes, investing in something that has its own voice to tell.  Making a movie is about passion and there is no huge distribution company backing it but wonderful people offering the support to see any Independent movie getting made. 

The Story

Rejection follows Katherine Blackwell {{played by Melissa Jo Murphy}}, as a shy, reclusive writer who has hopes and dreams of being traditionally publishing her first great American Romantic novel. Katherine has met many forms of rejection and is going through an inner turmoil about writing the great story.  Her best Friend Jeanette {{Played by Nikki Farce}}  introduces her to her Indie Film maker friend that will be played by no other Cory J. Udler {{IDS, IDS2, and Mediatrix}} as himself.  Cory talks to her about finding her great story and creating it, if Katherine succeeds then he will be willing to film it.  In the process Katherine tries to find it, but some where inside of herself she snaps and starts to create a story that is not in her genre, but finds an insatiable blood lust that grows inside of her to remove all those that have rejected her in some form or another. 

The Impact

Simply put to realize  realize the $2,000 goal of this movie and to produce it in the best form possible...it would be nice to reach our goal.  Granted the movie will get made, but it would be better if we had the funds to make sure that this becomes a well oiled killing machine.  

What We Need & What You Get

What we need is pretty simple.  Money that can be used for transportation for cast and crew, equipment, lodging, practical effects, music, locations, wardrobe, props and food to feed the cast and crew.  Upon receiving more than the set goal that would go to paying the actors. 

What you get is the fun part.  Getting the perks listed and to those that are getting access to the backstage scenes of the set where you can see the actors be candid. Our VIP investors will be able to get the chance to chat with the cast during the breaks.

What ever you contribute you will be getting the incentives on the right

You can also pass any of these wonderful incentives to a relative or friend as a lovely gift. 

Other Ways You Can Help

 I understand in this day and age the economy is a bit tough. For those that will be in the Wisconsin area can contribute with locating locations for filming.  Even spreading the word like a street team would also help.  Yes financial support would be wonderful, but finding people that would also help us as a crew or even an extra is also helping us get this movie created.

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