I prowl in the shadows,
Hiding behind your good,
I know you the best,
Because no one would believe just how terrible you really are.
I know your secrets and fears,
Your weakness and strengths,
Your loss and love.
I'm the demon that never sleeps,
The one that makes sure you know just how you feel.
I make you feel terrible and haunt your soul,
good or bad.
I'm a monster that deals with yourself.
Depression and hatred are forms of mine.
Feeding off the things you consider yours.
I'm a monster and a master.
You can give me a name,
a name that I will answer to.
For some I am a villian from a movie or book,
others I am the thing under your bed called it.
For Monsters never get happy endings.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
When the time comes for me to go,
I ask you on thing,
Let the snow fall and lay with quiet comfort.
Let the Lady of the wind and sky whisk away the sorrows of tomorrow.
Hold true my son,
For you are my gift to this world.
When I see the veil that shields our eyes to the world beyond,
Do not fear, for I am home.
Though I may be gone,
You can still see me,
Feel me,
Hear me whisper on the breeze the Lady of the North send to you.
I wish you happiness and joy.
I wish upon fortune and fame.
All I ask my son,
for you to be happy,
Don't weep for me,
For I promise I am home.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
I was told that everyone has a mask.
We hide ourselves behind one when we’re around,
Friends,
Family,
Even Doctors.
Everyone has one.
You may be sad,
But you tell everyone your fine and smile.
You may be dying and go to work to prove your ok.
Masks are helpful to those who are depressed and crazy.
Sometimes you have to show yourself,
Now or never.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
Mile 1:
Running to get ahead,
Running to the end,
Knowing your still far out.
Mile 2:
Keeping pace with one person,
You know he will be there,
But all you can say is
“Keep going”
Final mile:
Running to stay alive,
Running to keep up,
To prove to him and yourself that you can do this.
Final stretch:
Last piece,
You see him at the end,
You can’t breath,
Your lungs are moving but no breath comes out.
You push whatever is left and you collapse,
Not in your friends arms but into his arms.
Embarrassed, and tired you stand there.
Unsure of the next step.
He picks you up and puts you on the side,
Hands you water and helps keep you calm.
You may not have won the race,
But the prize was already yours.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
This man sits at a piano,
Plays to his hearts contents,
He plays and plays.
Sings of people that can’t get away from everyday lives.
Plays of sorrow and joy.
Tours for the greater good of his music.
Parents have heard of him,
Kids listen to him,
He makes me smile everytime I hear the song.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
The smile you give me,
The way you look at me that makes my heart melt.
How I can’t get you out of my mind.
Try as I might,
You stay
You make me laugh,
And smile.
You stare at me till I look,
Then your gone.
I plead in my mind, don’t leave
But then your back
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
I can feel the sun on my back,
The ground in my paws,
The wind in my fur,
But I can never feel the light in my heart.
The light faded many years ago,
When the moon was high,
And ocean low.
I have never felt so alone.
I promised myself I would be brave,
To do what’s right.
I never am able to fulfill my promise,
I lay in the meadows,
And howl to the moon,
I can promis you this,
I can still feel the ground...
Through my paws.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
There's a bone in your body that helps you move,
breath,
run,
and walk.
Some help you eat,
and drink,
some are hard,
some are frugal.
Broke,
or fracture
night or day
bones are here to stay.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
Don’t leave me,
Afraid of the pain,
Afraid that I will lose myself in my own sorrow.
Hear me,
Calling you,
Save me,
When you walk away that really,
Really,
Hurts me.
Don’t leave me,
Your all I have left.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
My life is like a book.
Neverends,
Never telles you what happened,
or what’s wrong.
You will never hear me complain about things,
Or hear me tell *** people I hate my life,
I will keep my mouth closed,
And hope that no one knows what I am thinking.
I could tell them what’s bugging me,
I could tell them about my leg,
About my heart,
About the pain I feel.
I could do this stuff,
Yet I choose pain then help every time,
I listen to my friends problem,
And add to the collection of sad story’s and pain.
I will look death in the eyes over and over again,
And stil come back.
I could walk on fire and feel nothing,
But when it comes to the heart,
That’s everyone’s weakness.
My life is like a book that never lends,
You can add you story to my library,
I could add it my sad story.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC