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~