#daemons
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes realization hits hard, like a suffocating breath:\
They broke her bones and scratched her pride
They whipped her skin and shattered her spirit
They locked her soul in her body
They stole her truth
and swept her dreams
and split her heart into a million piece
They deprived her of hope and kept her thirsty for a breath
------ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't pretend the innocence when you know that evidence:]
you know I'm a forest a wild sent rule crucial
scars abandoned on attached feels I call brutal
on you a ceiling too high to reach
far from the abnormals we share we teach
my sick matches your sick
your sick matches mine
it collides it ticks
burrowed from the glares of a daemon monster flare
been sold to the harsh heads
been kept at stake
the stark of shame
glosses of unhealthy addiction of reigns
no one knows nor understands us our meaning
things we used years to strive hard to achieving
rotten wolves as in our animalistic
in search of prey
a hellish nature fevered burning hate of the realistic
remind my mental
were owned by devils
not sentiments not rental
pretend the innocence when the obvious seeps
let go of the hold to grip on the recklessness that creeps
bent beats of unmeasured clefts but for the darker not the tender
a dominant number on the silent hypnotizing hummer
i ravish skins when control is no more
its hunger
shot on veins killed
****** out of blood
same as ecstasy
same as adrenaline
still racing on a flood
------ravenfeels
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC
(when living nightmare pierced real time
thus engendering the following rhyme)
adrenaline powered stealth bomb blast
with the noggin of this, ah... ur... bane chap,
which debilitating anxiety doth outlast
means to cope (thunder and dumb struck)
with stranger mental things
at expressed vertigo, nausea, racing heartbeat
ogres recreated tormented, torpedoed, tortured
most decades from my yesteryear,
which aye presumed long passed.
now, within my head "guerilla"
warring faction
lobs a grenade followed by "bombs away"
broadside finding this body electric doing
a kamikaze nosedive into sick bay
where major organs suffer direct hit
analogous to a giant fist
smashing pumpkins,
sans thine flesh as if clay,
which psychic sortie plagues my ability
to function reduced
tub bing bedridden one day
approximately one week ago
from this thirtieth of April
tooth house sand ate teen gray
ting, grinding, and grounding with figurative
threshing blades employed
to winnow chaff from hay
literally crushing willpower,
where invisible jaws
of sharpened steel interlay
atop pulling stalwart garrison strafed,
(akin to a crash test dummy) named Jay
Walking to become blindsided
obliterating every last trace to stay alive
hence, this emergency transmission,
viz this bloke communicating
desperate plaintive wail,
that I haint okay
with plea PLEASE HELP
this tortured soul on verge pray
begging tubby rescued before drowning
like a panicky gull clay pigeon,
and buoy albatross
strangling me far distant from any quay
quickly sinking spirits,
abducted via fiendish runaway!
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
**** me now! I feel no pain
My body is all numb
Do you hear me!
My body is ablaze
Flames reaching to my soul
Burning my internal core
The hell within has woken
Churning the voices
Welcoming the devil
The forces collide
Making my skin burn
Scaling, ripping my tendons
My eyes cries, tears of blood
I bang my head
To let it out
But it has captured me
Within its evil glade
Overpowering for me to bleed
I raise my hands for help
For the heaven to open
And charge on the demons
But the doors, disappeared
Leaving me in a pit of fire
Consuming every bit
Thy sins be forgiven
Our Lord be thy name
Restore me from evil
I wake in an ocean of bliss
Or in an illusion of stream
In my dream,
I am alive....
©sim
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
Here is an etiquette guide for your happiness
all of the parts of your soul which haunt you in the moments before sleep
you are allowed to be free from them
do not grab your thinnest blanket
your pillow that is self-pity
buy blackout curtains and darker lampshades
and move into a cramped apartment with your demons
But do not buy your demons a home
Spend all your viability on stardust, white light, and kindness of strangers
Knit scarves for your worth
Friendship bracelets for confidence
Buy plots in the forest for your faith
Cook five course meals for love
And when you are ready to make peace
Invite your demons over for tea
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
Release the Daemon within,
Let those who are in failure of others,
prevail and ****
We will not bow to arrogance and stupidity,
We are not what we say we are,
We are to be respected,
Not put down,
We are not to be blamed,
You are our failures,
You can't throw us away and lie to others,
We will **** through the ignorance,
You will not be able to hide,
Those who have been enlightened and believe,
Fear not,
We will spare you,
For you don't believe in their *******
We will **** them all,
****** them,
Drain them of their blood,
Leave no trace of them,
We are the killers,
Of the ignorant,
Of the people who,
Cannot comprehend the truth,
Of what truly happened
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Alright, I'll confess it.
I would change everything about you.
Your bangs should sweep left to right,
Not right to left like you have them now.
Your cocky half smile quirks too much
So I think you should tone it down.
The way you shrug one shoulder then the other
In some comedic fix of antipathy
Should be more pronounced and firm.
I'd like it better if the shoes you wore
Weren't the same pair day after tired day.
Oh, and I think you're better looking
If you'd try to wear any makeup at all.
Really. Anything would help at this point.
I would change everything about you.
The way you talk, the way you walk,
Your affability towards people,
Your desire to learn and know the world.
I would strip you of everything you are
And have and know and love
And make you into someone new,
Someone different, someone...whole.
Because with all these not so bad qualities
I see in you through your wary eyes,
Are a host of demons lurking
In the black parts of your soul.
And I would rid you of them
For they haunt you and scare you
And turn you into someone I don't know.
If it means all the things I love and cherish,
All the quirks and smirks that make me smile
Must die in bloodshed as well,
Then so be it.
I would change everything about you.
If it meant that the things that drive you mad,
That tear you away from my side
In a fit of chaotic turbulence,
That make you cry uncontrollably in the dead of night,
Would all be expelled from your being,
Then I would gladly give up
The person I love
In exchange for someone else.
For I would rather you be someone totally different
And still holding my hand,
Than to see you drift further and further away
Into the darkness of your mind.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
"Just one" I say " wait just three , okay four" I swore I'd stop , "it's okay" I would say " nobody has to know " .
You see it can take one word , an action a sound , to make the gears in your head spin around and around . They can go as slow as a turtle on a hot summers day , wait don't think about summer , summer has to go away.
Summer can never be here , no sun or clear sky because sun means shorts , tank tops , your friends by your side .
" it's just for today , tomorrow will be fine " you tell your friends you're busy " it's okay , they won't ask you why" the voice inside my head has an answer for everything , it tells me how happy that little blade can make me .
" it can bring you to places you know you can enjoy, trust me? I'm sure I've never let you down before "
**** it's hot , I can't take my top off , oh god no not again , I can feel myself sweating , it's at the back of my neck , mocking me, yelling.
I'm so sick and tired of feeling this way , but the blood makes me happy , I never thought blood was beautiful till I saw it dripping out of my own skin , to see gravity pulling it straight to the ground , with it goes my sadness for a little while at least .
You see my daemons never rest they sleep 2 hours at the most but something inside my head keeps willing me to go .
But summer can't be here , not yet , just stay away , I know if it comes my cuts and scars will be on show , **** what will my parents say , my cousin , my neighbours, **** what about my best friend she asked me if I was okay .
But of course I said no and found comfort in a blade, my body is a canvas ,I just paint it a different way.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC