Face your demons
Don’t drown them with alcohol
There’s no point in doing that
Deep down, you know
It’s only going to make them stronger

Acknowledge your wounds
Don’t try to hide them
There’s no point in doing that
Deep down, you know
You’re only delaying the healing process

You will struggle
You will tumble
When you do
But then you will see that
The only way out is through

Why did it take so long
For me to face my fears?
To realise I was strong.
Strength would wipe away my tears.

A question asked by many.
Those looking within,
Those who cannot bury,
And feeling stretched thin.

Finding myself;
A life long quest.
'Look to thyself'
Given time, given rest

Your time will come.
Love and friendships will fade,
Depression that leaves you numb,
No doubt leaves us afraid.

Darling don't fret.
Your power is there,
Unseen as of yet,
Ready to glow and glare.

There are many nights ahead,
Soundless and sleepless alike,
Full of worry and dread,
Tears ready to strike.

These cannot be controlled,
Nor should they be feared.
Let the feelings roll,
Allow your mind to be cleared.

This cycle is found,
Over and over again.
Though you aren't bound
to hold onto the pain.

When i looked deep into your eyes.
I knew i had to apologize.
From one perspective
Her diamond heart necklace
is nowhere to be found.
Her hearts beauty leaves people spellbound.
When i saw you my heart failed me.
Basically
I was a clown drowning in my own fears.
I cant tell you because something always interferes.
Who knows what the next few weeks will bring.
Seeing
That we might not see each-other.
Even though we never met one another.©M.P.Jacobs

I find myself, Shrunken into the chair
Moulded like play-doh
Sat after a long day,
Trying to forget the days occurrences,
Finally relaxing as if Nyx had grasped me.
Staring ahead,
As if trying to see life’s meanings,
A creature,
No bigger than a shiny pound coin,
Lowers itself into my line of site,
It’s eyes, locked on mine,
As if it was trying to communicate.
The long silky thread from which it hangs
Shimmers in the moon light,
Then Suddenly:
A Screech,
Blue Flash,
Scream.
What once was a room filled with peace and tranquillity
Was now controlled by Eris

I rise from the chair,
so slow that every creaking join echoed,
The forest nymph creating ripples in the silence.
I take slow steps towards the window,
The steps somehow booming
Above the chaos outside.
As the window edges Towards me,
I see the Carnage:
The crowds,
The Sceams,
Then
...
Silence.
...
As the people leave the house,

All the while,
This creature remains,
Unfazed by the Chaos,
Weaving it’s beautiful web,
As if Athena herself was sat opposite.

My mother once told me

you can't erase what you write in ink.

I'm afraid I did not think

when I instead wrote in my own blood and tears,

reciting my worst fears.

Yet all I did was sit and watch as they

refused to go away.



Somehow I could not get their faces out of my home.

So I called to you as I let them roam,

and you told me that if I just waited,

that the monsters I created

would eventually be filled with hatred.

They would surround my mind,

wait until I was blind,

then stab my glowing soul,

until there was nothing but a dark hole. 



I eventually killed them,

leaving no water and no air

until they were shriveled and frail.

They seemed unable to grow,

with the numbing snow.

It seems as though,

you never really wanted me,

and were just here for the show.

And once those monsters disappeared,

all signs of your existence cleared.

I sometimes wonder 

if I just made you up, or if somehow

when you dragged me out of my darkness I left you under.