His drag-line pals
Called him Jemmy,
The little man
From Ireland.

Jemmy thought
Himself quite clever,
Cursed at us
With what you'd never
Call your own
Inside your home:
You're an ejit,
An egot, a clod,
A sod, a fool,
As useless as ****
On a bull.

When Jemmy got
Right roaring ******
(Something he would seldom miss),
He hissed:
Ya pissmire.
Eyes burning cold red fire.

Thus was Daddy
Endeared to us.

His wit was keen,
Quick as mean,
Evasive
As the charming fiend
Bellying out of Paradise.

His viscious,
Veracious
Flicking tongue,
Left not knowing
The damage done.

Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **

The answers that you dig for are not inside your *wrist.

it's 9:25 p.m. and i
can't help but think
that i haven't stayed up
this late since before
i started taking
melatonin to offset the
insomnia
my medications cause.
                                      i haven't stayed up this late
                                      since we stopped talking
                                                         ­           and kissing
                                                         ­            and getting caught by the police,
parked behind the grocery store with all the windows of your truck curtained by fog
                       the steam from our efforts to forget in the only way we knew
                       how to at the time.


it's 9:25 p.m. and i am ******* tired of
going to bed earlier than usual
to prevent the dreams
                          the nightmares that come with heavy eyes and tired minds
of you coming back
just so you can leave again,
just so you can cause a little more damage
                           make a little more noise
                           lie a little more to yourself
                                                                ­       so you can stop crying yourself to sleep because you don't know how to be close to anyone important to you.