Yes,
the pendulum swings up
But always returns
to the lowest point-
the bitter path
and we must carry on,
one foot in front of the other,
plodding forward,
unseeing
and in agony,
stepping in the shattered shards
of our broken soul.
Longing for hope and joy to shine
again
but each burst of light
Is shorter,
And the darker days longer.
And knowing that
Poisons the light.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Life is too bitter, cold and full
of poisonous thorns
to survive
without help,
without something
to light the dark paths.
Without spells
to ward off the black abyss,
Spells
to keep
the dragons of despair
away.
But Magic
Is something
We must choose
to
Make
To create,
something
we must
struggle
and fight
everyday
to ignite.
And when
we do
manage
to light
the sparks,
we need other fires
to keep
ours bright.
We need
to keep
other magicians
close by,
to protect us
and to lend us their spells
when ours are lost
And hidden.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
She stands at the edge,
The cold breeze, unfelt,
Breathing behind her,
Calling her back.
The bright, lonely moon,
Braving the dark night,
Lights upon the waves
As they shatter on the shore,
One after the other.
She longs for the dark depths
Out beyond the white horses
Racing to their doom,
Longs for the icy embrace
That will numb away
Her many
heavy pains,
She longs to lose
Her falling tears in the salty swell
As it takes away
her ragged breaths
In a final kiss.
She steps
slowly
away from life.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
I want to pull
The blankets
Over my head
And block out
The world for good
I want to go
To sleep
And never
Wake again
I have had
Enough
And have
No strength
Left inside
Im empty
And lost
In poisoned darkness
And ıt makes me angry
And mean
And I cant help ıt.
I want ıt all to stop
To stay away
Beyond
My bubble
Under
Here
Alone
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
There are many unseen dragons that torment me in this life
There is a tiny dark creature
with a vicious forked tongue
Who crawls behind my ear
and twists a barbed tail around my neck.
It whispers bitter words and
noxious notions that dissolve
my sense of self-
That make me believe
I am nothing
Unwanted
worthless,
Talentless
and pointless.
There is the sleek silver beast
Which laughs as
Sharp blooded claws and rapier teeth
cut and rip at my flesh
Guided by my own hand
There is the fiery flash
That ravages my mind to rage
And fight
And destroy those close to me
And the things I hold dear
There is the red heart eater
Who eyes glow brighter
As it steals the joy
And the pleasure
From the things I do
And from the magic moments in life
There is the grotesque malformed nightmare,
That drips sickly slime
And pumps putrid poison into the air
As it breathes heavily on me
And whittles away my will,
Drains all my energy
Until I can barely breathe
Or get out of bed
Then there is the great beast,
Of whom I only know eyes
Darker than the blackest night,
A despair that seeks the quickest end
That teaches my surrendering soul
To long for the final sleep
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
We were, almost, inseparable
They thought us twins
Before I went off to school
Leaving you behind
We had adventures
Wondering wild
All around our tiny home town.
We farmed monster *****
We carted around
Building them dams
In someone's muddy back yard.
You put the garden fork
Right through your foot
And ran all the way home
On your own.
I wonder if there is still a mark there.
I'd ask if we still spoke
Of anything other
than the weather like adults.
I'd ask
If you remember
The creature in the dam
That roared up out of the dark water
But turned into the quivering old bull
Who fell in.
He was still magical
And caught us that fat fish
we took home
And cooked up for supper
Hoofprint and all.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Science will tell you
More sleep will help
Happiness
And make it easier to see the positive
However
How do I tell science
Unhappiness
Does not help sleep
It is too easy to see the negatives
By dark
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
There is nothing particular,
Nothing that stands out
About tonight.
Its just another evening
We are drifting through.
Just more time
passing
And more moments slowly being
lost
Full of potential
slowly worn away
by the mundane
We need to
Break
The silent cycle
And Discover
Create
Or Steal
Some moments of magic
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
It is raining tonight-
mostly softly
But harder now and then.
It is distracting.
But not enough.
My mood still hovers-
A grey fog,
heavy,
turning,
thoughts rolling in like a storm
And darkening.
I'm finding it hard to see the joy,
The love and the smiles
That grow around me.
I'm finding it hard to remember
to breathe out
Then in
And out
again.
I'm crying tonight-
mostly softly
But harder now and then.
My bleak bitterness, my uneasy disease.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
The past
The future
Now
What is time really-
You can't put your finger on it
Its never constant
Slow
Steady
Speeding
It does what it wants
Whether you waste it
Or savour it
Or try make it work for you.
It is all the same,
and yet
never quite.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC