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Call me
C r a z y
For talking to
M y s e l f
It's better than my
T h o u g h t s
talking to me

Telling me to go to the
D a r k n e s s
Where my
D e m o n s
Hide
But it's only in my
H e a d

They're in my head.
Dark thoughts and whispers of voices
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Flibbertigibbet


Such a ludicrous name, unto you may never have been heard;
But The Flibbertigibbet Demon lives in the land of words.
They hide there in The Thesaurus, in front of our eyes,
Like The Devils spies in paradise.


The bookworm with tapeworm, failed to see The Flibbertigibbet;
But then one day The Bookworm, just happened to come across it.
It stood out from the rest, because it didn’t sound human;
Then I read the description and it simply said Demon.


The demonic disguise, lead to the corruption of the mind.
It is now forever entwined, with the Flibbertigibbet inside.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The Dybbuk Jun 2018
You will always be my angel.
When I see the right path, it will be your words that guide me.
I just wish, pray, want, need...
Help.
Abby May 2018
Glossy rag curls the colour of gold
Decked with a frail flower wreath,
A dress still fitting though quite old
In the source of a frozen breath;
Pale complexion, rosy cheeks,
Eyes of blue, summer and light,
Glistening crimson plump lips
And a most malicious sight.
Lynn May 2018
I keep telling myself that I can stop the self harm
but i can't-

I keep finding myself huddled up on the bathroom floor
blade in hand-

so then I ask myself...
Do I even want to stop?

the crimson red liquid pores from my insides
and all of the emotions clawing at my guts as well.
there's this demon in me i have to get out

the demon lives in me

-Lynn
demons
A Simillacrum May 2018
I load a fat bowl.
I insert stem.
I trust my lips
at the hole.

I see a split world.
I hold it in.
I let the lies
matter not.

Beyond a pale veil
beats the bitter heart
the soul of destruction.

In its own realm
it lacks the fear to lie
so it reigns unashamed.

I burn more trees.
Invite the ash in lung.
I cough out Ebajalg.
Invite the joy return.

Wind through the lazy curtains of my window,
Music enter my limbs through vibrations in my toes,
Lit only in moon and blue cyber light I ignite the signal fire,
For someone, somewhere, also in sweat in demon dance.
Jay Dayz May 2018
Everyone thinks you are a demon-
because of your dark wings and cold heart.
But they don't realize that you are only a fallen angel,
broken and lost,
cast out and alone.

People look too much at appearances,
and they don't look
for what is really hidden deep inside.
A little draft I did based on my characters Alex and Jonathan. This i s supposed to be written form Alex to Jonathan.
Bobcat May 2018
I don't have very long,
Will you tell me that you need me?
There's something wrong,
I know you see right through me.

I try my best,
But those intentions were lost.
A burning flame,
On a candle wick that's been gone.

It's becoming clear,
That my simple words are useless.
If I just disappeared,
Would you say it's me that you miss?

Please lie to me,
Just to try and save face.
I know you're already gone.
I know that I was too late.

I'll soon be gone,
But you won't be sorry.
My back holds your knife,
In my heart it's burried.

I'll take a drink,
In the morning I'll regret it.
The words I spill,
"I think it's time to forfeit."

I'll haunt your dreams,
But not as a ghost or a spirit.
You'll see my grave,
And you'll know that I meant it.

I'll see you around,
In your hometown in hell.
I'll be burning alive,
All because in love I fell.
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