#attacks
When in his sable garb vile Gloom attacks,
Repel him with the charm of Poetry.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
the 7 led me back to my God Given throne
where I didn't have to hide from the evilness of the world.
mother couldn't love me the way i deeply craved
life was so mean to me, i almost lost my wonder...
until the 7 led me back to my power.
i started at the root, where my sense of self had been forgotten.
they mirrored back to me all parts within me the darkness wouldn't let me see.
i found pleasure in doing the small things moment to moment,
my purpose now was to bring unconditional love into these parts alive in me i was now discovering.
all these mirrored parts in these 7 individuals
the happy part,
the grumpy part,
the escapist,
the hiding one,
the most sensitive one,
my higher self and
my inner child.
bringing all these parts within me together into my wholeness was a great threat to the evilness
because once I knew of the combined power of my fragmented parts, evilness could never keep a hold of me.
unbeknownst to me a spiritual attack sent me back into the darkness.
I was waking up too fast into my power, so they put me back to ignorant sleep;
dead to these parts i was
unaware, numb, disconnected
until I found my way back outside in
kissed back to life by an angel...another me.
I got resuscitated back into enlightenment,
reincarnated into the same body after my ego death.
the old story is gone, now, I have space to create more magic.
I am now living lovingly, simultaneously with all these 7 parts of me, but this time happily ever after!
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
You ran a blitzkrieg on my heart,
Invading like the Mongol's carte,
Menu of skulls and bones.
After your attack,
You settled down,
Sweeping up the bruise and blood.
Then you just left,
What? I thought you wanted this nation?
I guess not.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
Building a conflict
Morning steps out on the ledge
Gone in your wake
We share the same skies
The waiting makes me curious
Windows on the world
To pieces of mosaic
This ruined puzzle
Gravity's rainbow
Given to cataclysm
As above, so below
Suspended in history
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
Social Anxiety,
Doesn't mean that I'm weird,
You don't know me at all,
And I'll make it very clear,
I have many talents,
That you don't even see,
I'm good at many things,
And that's what makes me me.
When I go out,
I get quite overwhelmed,
The panic attacks are awful,
self conciousness turned up to 10,
I get mean looks
everywhere from strangers,
Staring into my face,
Trying to read me like a newspaper.
Getting laughed at isn't nice,
It doesn't help at all,
How would you like to be made feel, So very small?
Calling me awkward,
Making me feel like I'm less,
But wouldn't you act the same out in public,
If your mind was a ****** mess?
Step into my shoes,
And I'll give you what I have,
Is it funny anymore?
Now do you feel very bad?
You were mean to me,
When I was struggling like this,
How does it feel in my shoes,
If the perspective was switched?
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 4:30 PM UTC
“You can have any wish,” the genie said.
“Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly.
“One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging.
“Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically.
“A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly.
“Yes," the girl said, nodding her head.
A banana appeared on the table.
“As a banana pudding, please - in a bowl,” she amended.
The genie nodded, and a large bowl of delicious looking pudding took the place of the banana.
“With a spoon?” she asked sweetly, and a spoon appeared by the bowl.
She tasted the pudding and it was, indeed, magically delicious.
“A jewel encrusted spoon.” she corrected, and again it was so.
Then she blurted, all at once:
“The Spoon is In the hand of a handsome prince, who’s genetically identical to Timothée Chalamet and is so in love with me that he proposed a moment ago - to the delight of his father, the king, who knows we will both live long and happy lives, having several delightful children - that will rule long after us - but who, unbeknownst to anyone, has an immensely serious heart condition that, sadly, will claim him roughly fifteen minutes after he pronounces the prince and I husband and princess!”
The prince appeared, and the happy king.. It all happened.
As the ensuing dramas unfolded, the genie took his leave.
“It’s never just a banana,” he said to no one, snapping his finger and vanishing in a puff of wispy white smoke.
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 10:18 AM UTC
The limp body laid on the floor
Motionless
Fairy lights outlined the cool form
Impossible
To move
The weight too heavy
Crushing
The whole world
the fairy lights are burning
Body and light
Will never touch
And it stings
It already burns
But it cannot warm the body
Different colours
Different brightness
Various behaviour
Glowing
Burning
Blinding
Fading
they will all cease
When time comes
The scene is romantic - the consequence is not
The bright success, expectations
Failure
The failure is in the middle
Nobody talks about its darkness
Lights are the hot topic.
Society
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC
The crooked claws of darkness clashing
Targeting my weakened soul
Upon my broken mind a'gnashing
Sizzling like scorching coals
Hope and faith they're busy slashing
Torturing with many wretched tools
As the world around me crumbles and comes down quickly crashing
How they've defeated many fools
After all is said and done
The fiery fangs of darkness mawing
Targeting my broken mind
Upon my sanity they're a'gnawing
As I'm running out of precious time
My freedom to live they are a'stalling
The hope of peace sounds so sublime
As I fall to my knees and attempt escape
By crawling Freedom sounds divine
Desperately losing the battle as I'm frequently bawling
Because I know I'm trapped inside
When all is said and done
Consumed in reckless insanity I still ponder
The depths of evil is quite the wonder
Will I be forcefully cast a sunder
When all is said and done?
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
The Invisible enemy
Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, the invisible enemy you have attacked 2020 world-wide taking lives nonstop...
What I'll tell my kids not that I'm a storyteller but what I'll tell my kids and future generations about you, I can't see you, you kept us (people) apart, no more touching, no more kisses, no more hugging, they call you covid-19 I call you the invisible enemy...
What to tell my kids about you? You are bad but I guess I won't tell my kids a bad story...
I'll tell them how God protect us (the alive) and how He safe the gone souls (the death)...
The invisible enemy I can't see you, attacking 2020 careless but you won't last forever and 2020 you won't come back, sorry 2020 it wasn't your fault its covid-19 without control 😭
4 Yet it was our weaknesses He carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought His troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins!
-Isaiah 53:4 (NLT)
- Isaiah 53 4 (NKJV)
Surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken, Smitten by God, and afflicted.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
So here I am
out on a raft
just me and my anxieties
trying hard to get
away from a vessel
taking on so much water
I think I see Jack and Rose
swimming towards us
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Teach me how to be happy again
I’m too tired to be sad already.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
bombs in my chest
making me hard to breathe
drowning my existence
and burning my feet
gasping for air
I need to scream
but the voice inside my head
is louder than it seems
everything is blurry
but can't closed my eyes
I'm now barely living
as now my heart dies
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
The beating of the drum
The tidal wave crashing down
The rumbling of the earth’s crumb
Is felt in every heart beat
That thump in your chest
The lost mind can wander
It envelops you in distress
Every detail you ponder
That creeping sense called emotion
It scares you out of your wits
Thinking of what the future holds
Throws all your sensibilities into fits
The thing that is most fearful
Is when anxiety becomes your friend
It becomes your daily companion
The only who can comprehend.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
1,2,3,4
Keep counting
It’s heavy, and the air is hot
1,2,3,4
Keep counting
I hear the screaming, and all the lies.
Come on girl, keep counting
1,2,3,4 snap snap
My hands are trembling I can’t quite see
But 1,2,3,4. Keep counting. You’ve gotta breathe.
1
2
3
4
That’s how many breaths you need
Count to 4. Count to 4.
Just. Keep. Counting.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
I feel damaged, I feel broken
see depression had me trapped
At a young age
well before I had even spoken
When I was 8, I saw someone get sick
I spiraled infront of everyone
they saw me as a burden so
I was sent home real quick
When I was 10, I laid in bed
for two months...
I watched the same movie
and refused to eat because the demons in my head
When I was 12, I was scared to leave ..
my house and even my bedroom
I would hyperventilate
then cry so hard I'd heave
When I was 18
I screamed till my voice was no more
my cries echoed off the walls
but no one cared to notice
what happened behind my bedroom door
When I was 19, I was too nice
I put others first
but little did I know
a piece of my heart was the price
I am broken, I am damaged
everyday I wake up
surviving the day is always a challenge
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
I hiss and withdraw
lacerated
to the core
retreating behind my thicket
of thorns
fangs bared against
beleaguered attempts
to shred the serendipity
I've fought relentlessly
to nurture.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Logic says to me,
"You've really gotten better!
You don't breakdown so often
You smile more."
Yeah, its the medication!
It says, "You handle things with grace
and don't fly off the handle.
You aren't so easily angered."
Yeah, its the medication!
It says, "Yeah, your emotions are foggy
but at least you aren't crazy.
I bet it's hard to feel things, but
you aren't crying all the time.
And you haven't collapsed in bed
and begged to die.
Or at least, its been a while."
Yeah, its the medication.
"Why do you have tears in your eyes
and why aren't they falling?
Does it feel like your chest is made of concrete?
Like a sneeze that hurts but it just won't happen?
Can you feel the attack waiting in the corner
leaving you with dread and adrenaline?"
Yeah, its the medication.
"Seroquel for seratonin
Buspirone to breath,
and ****** to calm down.
So what could go wrong?
Is it bad to not be able to feel
even though you know you have the right to?
And your chest feels heavy and full
like an awning with too much water
and you kind of want it to collapse
because you so badly want to remember how to cry
And the blackness you were so afraid of
seems like home
and you're homesick?"
Yeah, its the medication.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
you gave me smiles
i called it love
you gave me laughs
i called it love
you gave me panic attacks
i called it love
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
I can't stop
Accelerating my the second
Salty tears are flooding my eyes
Air stuffing my windpipe
Each breath is spiralling upwards
I feel it all at once
Years of hungry pain rushing into me
The sorrow is starving for my cries
So it pulls and twists and stabs
My voice is muted
Death is craving me more and more
Longing to meet again
To bleed me dry
And drain me away
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
I climbed giant boulders
to gather wild berries for you
A heavenly golden lake stretched
across your vision.
Unfazed by my generous offering
Oblivious to the dragonfly hovering
You drowned yourself in screen-time, buffering
I waded out alone.
I picture wrapping my legs around you
the air full of scents of homely comfort
a long day lightened with sweet laughter
our minds rest, immersed in fictional realms
But online games take away our nights
Political trivialities and football highlights
I sit and dream of smoldering fires on campsites
While you fall asleep alone.
In darkness I wrestle with the devil
for my piece of present moment, untainted
I beg for black viscous sleep to drown me
to wake without feeling half of me is gone
And you wrap me in the soft fabric of your skin
And you chase away the sprites to let the light in
And you breathe for my lungs as the attack glows dim
And it's just you and me alone.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
You asked for the truth,
I offered, yet I am graced with silence.
This isn't a battle, yet somehow I'm losing.
This isn't a war, but I am still defeated.
This wasn't a fight.
T'was a slaughter.
A senseless homicide of a friendship that I don't think I could ever understand.
I will not be the mannequin for you to unload upon your confused attacks,
I do forgive you though.
I bear no grudge,
I hold no anger.
My role in this play is now,
To patiently wait for your truth.
Even if it will never arrive.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
I feel the earth sinking,
under the weight
Of my own thoughts.
I feel my heart breaking
With the hurt
You put me through.
I feel myself
Slipping away
Through the cracks
You made.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC