"deamons" poems
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Far away already, the sea has ebbed
And you
Like seaweed slowly carressed by the wind
In the sands of the bed you stir, dreaming
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Far away already, the sea has ebbed
But in your half-opened eyes
Two small waves have remained
Deamons and marvels
Winds and tides
Two small waves to drown me
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3 days ago I cried for the first time in 5 months.
I felt a drop or two, as my body heaved in pain
and desperation.
I thought I forgot how to cry.
I thought that I had the ability to be stronger than that
Or that the veins that constricted
my deamons
Were indestructible.
I was wrong.
I can cry
And I can feel
But the feelings haven't changed from then
I feel weak.
I want my strength back
I don't want a constant tug at the back of my throat.
I broke.
I want to be fixed.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
I apologize(a Rock Ballad)
I toss and I turn
cant sleep at night
because of you
I feel the pain
I've got tears in my eyes
I was so untrue
how could I make you cry
I just wanna die
I was such a fool
how could I break your heart
when you've been the best part
of my life
I apologize,
I was so wrong
I apologize
You gave me your heart
asked me to keep it
safe from the deamons of pain
I closed my eyes
with a flash my mind
laid it all on the likne'
how could I make you cry
I just wanna die
I was such a fool
how could I break your heart
when you've been the best part
of my life
I apologize,
I was so wrong
I apologize
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC
~Christi Michaels~
**Dark Shadows of My Soul
Memories finally revealed,
Yet always known.
Arches set deep within stone
Labored creake of hinges
Massive wooden doors
My breath, heavy just moments before,
quiets upon the entering.
Dark Shadows of My Soul
Three steps down,
Entering the majestic room.
Domed ceilings. Stucco stained
with colors from long, long ago.
I walk towards windows.
Tall, deep n' narrow overlooking My Realm below.
A knowing. A deep seated
rememberance of a life once lived.
Dark Shadows of My Soul
Secrets, locked away in gilded boxes..
Vessels holding unspoken truths
Trap doors leading to dungeons
concealed beneath intricately woven rugs.
Taste of the air. ****** breads,
roasting meat.
Acrid smoke wafting from Soddy hearths
Dark Shadows of My Soul
Raven ringlets cascading.
A waterfall down my open back.
Pearl woven braids
adorn the crown of my head.
My ******* constrained.
Rising...cresting
With each breath.
Brocade and lace lay gently
across my hands, kissing my fingers
My neck long, regal. I hold posture of a Princess.
My full skirts sweep and polish
these stone floors from time till eternity
Will begin the journey.
Delve into this sordid past.
Facing, long at last
Deamons. Lies of Old
Embracing now
Dark Shadows of One's Soul**
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
When the world turns its back on you,
turn your back on the world.
and then you'll be able to understand what the world thought.
see its point of view.
when you turn your back on someone you leave them.
they can't help you
but then again,
they can't hurt you either.
so in that sense, the world did you a favour.
it left you
to yourself
and decided not to come back
and put you on your own
to find your peace
and your deamons
and although you had to fight them yourself
you don't have anyone holding you back.
you don't have anyone to run to
and you don't have anyone to run from.
and you don't love anyone
and no one loves you
and that's what happens
when the world leaves.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
Heaven sent Deamons surround us all now.
We bow our heads and sing hyms, as he's lowered into the ground.
He was so beautiful, kind, and loving all of his life, but the Angels came and took him to keep by their side.
Now he will forever be but a memory to me, I fear that the truth will soon be clear to see.
About why he had to leave, and why he had to go, leaving us all here, in this icy cold snow.
It's hell here without him, I still cry every night,
He was a child of the galaxies who had to return to gods side.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
lost in a strange world
only sense we can find
Is in peering through the keyholes
Of locked doors
we bang our fists
and spread the spark
hoping its sent down wind
setting smoke to the answers within
were drawnto the fire
like moths to a flame
Unwilling to be tamed
by the safety belt of the world
smoke seeps from the lock
and we inhale deep
ravenous for
the taste of something
real
the burn we feel
goes undetected
among the drowning men
In this shallow pool
Of lukewarm genuinity
and over-chlorinated sincerity
but we breath the fumes in
with a whole new strength
we break down the door
unleash the deamons
begging for more
than this
unless
we become one
With the fears,
we become none
so we rise with the deamons
and we rise up
above the conscience
dont give a ****
because we never could fit
Within the boundaries
Of a newborn dying man
these unatainable boundaries
never could never will never can
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
I am simply a rough caretaker of my
Temple, vessle, canvas, corpse..
Whatever it may be
There is so much more than you can see
Too much if we were able to we'd be overwhelmed
Our eyes would probably burn out of our skulls
Because among the deamons we manage to see
Angels
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
A fawn pounds
dewy ground
fleeting feet
defeat deamons
made of concrete
and plaster
running faster
escaping gaping
holes in ozone
cell phone rings
birds singing
silence swallows
kin from within
the womb and crust
inside the skin
of earth below
moving slow
tectonic plates
sway
the arms of the moon
cocoon fragile fibers
from trees and leaves
but the sun set again
like last Tuesday
and the winter before
marked with blood
on the door
moving on
shaking sun
the sea will always
reach the shore
and move on
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I walk with
s l o w
reluctant
footsteps
and
every once in a
while
I try to
s
h a
k e
o
f
f
The DEAMONS
that cling
to my ankles.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
What are poets made of?
is it luck and charm?
or dreadful heartache
that causes them self harm?
What are poets made of?
is it love and dance?
or a soul that withers
from one lost love romance?
What are poets made of?
is it tweenkly feeling from inside of chests?
or a hurtful silence that reeks of deamons
those dark,lowlife pests?
what are poets made of
i'll leave that puzzle unsolved
i'll just say it's a feeling
that make their words revolt
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
Where have i been?
What have i seen? at the outer reaches of my minds universe?
well , some of it is so dark that it is made up of the stuff of the nightmares we bathe in
sos
save our souls
the calls reached all the way out there but i got lost in my own madness
and that place as wonderful as it is
well i am all of those deamons too
so
i guess now we are even and we've settled our scores
because we die daily in our ritual rebirths
i saw the sand of time fall to pieces
and explode into a million different ways of being
and i saw all the fractures like mirrors in a fairground
i saw myself in all my different guises
as a mistress
as a husband
as a butcher
as a teacher
as a student
and still i have not found the enlightened ground
but i have
i saw it before
in a flash
and the roket fuel for this intergalatic trip i've just returned
is and was and continues to be nothing more than the love of one man
even if he doesn't think so and that i do it allmyself
well i couldn't have done any of it
if i didn't know that i'd see him again sooner rather than later
and lets see what we can acomplish by sunrise then
it's a dare
it's a date
it's a chase
and maybe i'm addicted
but maybe i'm not
and maybe i'm a fool
but maybe i'm not
and maybe as i slip into my new / old skin
i understand for the first time my power
to ****
and to grow
and even if
there is no time
and we float like endless clouds across the sky
i know i still speak with nature
and maybe it's just another day
and maybe tommorow it will all go away
but i
am a dj
and i am a god
and i will not stop
untill this world sees peace
and hears it too
i will play on
untill eternities sunrise sets
no matter what comes my way
so goodnight
and fly well
may all your wishes come true
and may all your hopes feel
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Steadily waiting to live my life,
I try to make things right,
the deamons inside my mind strive agianst me,
So as they prevail,
I am kept caged behind hopeless eyes,
buried in hatred and denial to rot,
I have become but a pile of rubble and compost,
trapped in my thoughts,
I'm slowly washed bare from constant ****
I'm left with the outcome of my own decisions,
which are those of my last breaths incisions,
never forgetting what brought these worries to my plate
on I wait,
With nothing but time,
to listen to others heart felt rhymes
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC
I noticed something sad in your eyes lately.
A spark lost,
A dream blown away.
I wish I could tell you
"In the end everything works out,"
but honestly
i cant promise you that
i have no idea what you're going through.
And, No,
I would never force you
to change,
to share
something you are not ready to share.
Just like
I would never force you to change who you are.
but something else
has forced you to change.
I can't find it in me to judge you
for the sudden cold shoulder
or the cynical attitude.
Specially,
Since i can tell it's a defence
against whatever it is your hiding.
And No
I cant pretend to understand you
We're all different.
I don't know
what's in your heart
or what caused it to be there.
Maybe,
Some day,
You'll be able to tell me and say at the end
"But i'm better now.
I'm over it.
I'll be okay.
I survived.
There's better out there."
And really mean it.
I could not leave you,
Not alone,
So i hope that
you don't mind
if I just stay
by your side
in silence.
No matter
How hard it would be
to keep my thoughts to myself.
Maybe,
You just don't want to be reminded
Of your Deamons
or troubles,
Hey.
I'm there.
I'll make you laugh
If i can
or distract you.
You know I can always distract you
with my gooffy run on sentences that make no sence at all.
I want to make you laugh.
I want to make you forget.
Maybe,
The pain,
It's too great
And you feel torn up
inside.
Maybe,
Its too far deep
And too far out
for my reach to
fix it
with a couple of laughs.
I'll still be there for you.
*Isn't that why you call me friend.
And I can't promise you that it'll hurt less.
But at least you won't be hurting alone. *
If I forget
to tell you
how much you mean
to me
I'll tell you now.
You were there for me.
And
Maybe
You didn't notice
I was on the border of tears but you made me laugh and smile.
Now
I want to return the favor
Because you mean that much to me.
I want to be there for you.
Everyone has their own daemons.
I know,
I've had mine.
And
...perhaps...
Yours are greater than mine...
I can't know
Because I would never fully understand.
I am not you.
There is
*only
one
you.*
You don't deserve
to be hurt
the way
you're hurting
right now.
All i can offer you is myself.
And even if I did tell you
all the right words
I still wouldn't be much
because
it's
you.
this is
your
story,
Tragic or not.
You decide.
All I hope for is that
You realize I'm not
The only one
out there
who would do this
for you.
There are so many
out there that
you've touched heart with
because of the way you are.
Luv ur invinsible
And if some
*******
broke your heart
And you're only feeling sorry for yourself i'll punch you too.
I'll do anything just to make you smile again.
Perhaps its not much but i'll try and just know i'm here.
And in your heart.
No matter how corny it sounds
it's true
you know it.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
Others can be good
Let me be this
Pathetic scrawls
In a notebook
Let me play again with my
Deamons
Let them take
Over
Let them swirl in the night
Like my tongue in this stale beer
You haunt me with my own impotence
I spend the days trying hard not to regret, trying to forget
But I am lost and confused. And it's not you.
This is me
Without a lover to have and hold
This is me in a restless frenzy
This is the needle
This is the sound of your laughter drilling at my chest.
This is the hit in a bathroom stall
This is my heart cracked open like a walnut.
It is not you
This is me reaching out
in the dark
For the the green of your eyes
This is my sickness
Love like the hot breath of a beast.
Love like a nasty stickiness on my skin
Love like dancing goblins around a burning stake
Love like a dry heat
The sun torching the sun
The sun torching
Icarus'
Wings
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
I see the ****** carnage everywhere.
To my left I see my hope dying
To the right I see my deamons thriving.
The mustard gas of devastation blinds all senses
And I am alone in frantic thoughts trying to claw my way out of the dark.
I hear my self-conscious behind me pushing, weakly yelling at me to run, to live, to survive.
I open my burning eyes and stumble through underground mines of confusion and barbed wire able to grab and never let go.
This war inside rages on each day like a never ending trench warfare
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
The earth is such an evil place
With sickness, famine and the wars we face
Heavens tears fall from the sky
What men do the angles cry
Heartless souless evil men
Enjoy the pain they put you in
Choke the spirit out of you
Trample your dreams that's what they do
**** and rob your inner child
Satin laughing he's so beguiled
**** the faith inside of you
The gates of hell your passing through
Steal away your dignity
Inner peace is gone you see
Fear and dread they love to bread
On your soul the deamons feed
Now in darkness the earth is turning
Ashes flames your dreams are burning
No more love it's lost it's power
End of time has struck the hour
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Glare at the blank page,
Splatter it with black
the oil that oozes up
from deep inside me.
Shape it to a likeness
Give it a collar, a chain
But I prefer not to name it.
I'm good at keeping the door cracked.
I keep the key around my neck,
In case I need to shut them in,
Or shut myself in?
I'm not sure which side of the door
is the inside.
They bang on rough wood.
Scrape with sharp nails.
I haven't named them.
If only they didn't know mine.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
This is how it always begins,
It sneaks up like house flys in the fall.
Waking up in the morning feeling worse then the night before,
Garbage can full of ***** still beside the bed on the floor.
Runny nose, sneezing, body drenched in sweat and freezing cold,
In the past 12 months ive started to look old.
This is what i can't stand,
A self inflicted flu that makes me feel like a slave.
Its not that i wasnt warned,
Not as if i didnt understand,
I saw first hand the grip it takes, foolish me was just to naive to listen,
Im diffrent, i have self contorl,
Tables turned im now controled,
Dancing with deamons is always risky,
When you let your guard down the devil creeps in quickly.
My body no longer belongs to me,
It becomes that of the walking dead.
Back, legs, arms, shoulders all ache.
I feel like ive run a marathon though i barley have energy to move.
My mind wanders to places full of fear,
Arms give away my secrets, showing the scars of my vice.
Everything is freezing and the blankets no longer supply the comfort i need.
A spoon, a lighter, cotton and water,
relif so close my body starts to shudder.
Im handed the belt, ive long since lernt what to do,
Gotta get the veins up, missing is the last thing someone like me wants a thing like that to happen to.
Muscles all tense from sickness and desperate antipication,
deep breath, needle in, a patient to my own form of cancer awaiting my medication.
Like a child on christmas eve full of excitement for whats to come,
from my veins to the syringe a stream of blood does run.
One final push, now release the belt,
Im finally holding hands with euphoria,
While falling a little farther into hell.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
To that lost women WHO HAS GROWN INTO A WOMEN IN AGE BUT YUNG IN HER MIND
WALKING AROUND WITH HER NOSE TOOTED UP FAKE HAIR FACE COVERD IN MAKE UP SEEING OTHER WOMEN HAPPY WITH THERE FAIMLY MAKES you DESIRE THE LOVE HE GIVES BUT ITS ARE LOVE NOT YOURS TO GET MY LOST SOUL THOSE HIPS
will only get you so far YOU SELPT WITH MY MAN YOU HAVE NO PIRED INSECURE WOMEN OF GOD I PRAY YOU RID YOURSELF OF THOSE DEAMONS YOU POSSES
WOMEN TO WOMEN HOW WOULD YOU FEEL
IF YOU WERE ME
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
"Went into gods housse saw the light and walked right out, went into gods house, its more fun in the dark house" (singing)
From the age of 6 to 12 she danced your dance and learned your tricks. You see a child does not understand when you steal its innocenes, but after all thats the point to make it her fault and to take away her self worth. I remember waking to see him standing over her, exsposed and when he was done defiling her body he forced her to the grownd and on her knees to pray for her sin, to pray for her sin. Her eyes filled up with hate and tears, but she swallowed and pushed them down, and began to say her prayer.
"Father in heaven help me from tempting men, drive out my deamons and take away my beauty. Father make me clean, father make me clean, make me clean..."
When he left I looked in her eyes to see that she believed it was her fault, that she was some how responceable for the pain he was inflicting. I went to her and scooped her in my arms, held her to my chest. I tried to find the words to say, but there was nothing I could do except hold her in my arms while she cried. Blood stained tears rolled down her cheek to forever stain my heart. She made me promise not to tell, a promise I kept at the age of 12, I never told a soul of what I knew. We talked all night of how some day she would fly away.
A week later she was found, her body ravaged, beaten, smelling of copper and *** I lost my faith that day. You see, she said that prayer for 6 yrs and beged so many for help that never came, help nver came. A girl of 12 who's only dream was to fly, help never came. So many before and after have danced her dance and help never came, justice never found.
"Went into gods house saw the light and walked right out, went into gods house its more fun in the dark house" (singing)
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
Im not who you thought i am, im not who you think, even though i look the same, evertime you blink. My name is the same, but ive changed once more, become who you want me to be, but different to the core. You may look twice, and see the same guy, but im truely not the same, what you see is a lie. Im not the person, who you thought you met. im someone completely differnent, and its something i regret. I wish that i could show you, who i truely am, but the really me isnt pretty, and isnt worth a dam. My true colors always fade, compared to yours that shine, and i feel myself not worthy, with every passing line. I dont deserve to have you, now or at any time, im sick to my stomach, as i continue with these rhymes. Becasue i know ill never tell you, and ill never let you in, ill keep my real self locked up, hiding behind a fake grin. Ill keep up this grin, and keep up my lie, ill pretend to be perfect, untill the day that i die. So what do i do, and how can i be free. I cant be honest with you, i cant show you the real me. The real me would loose you, and thats hard for me to bare. But keeping you is selfish, especially when you're unaware. Unaware of the truth, and unaware of the true me. Unaware of my true colors, the ones you will never see. So do i pretend to be perfect, or do i give myself up today? Do i risk making you hate me, and having you go away? This is eating away at my soul, and will be keeping me up all night. As i battle with my deamons, and contumplate what is wrong and right.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
My mouths speaks words i did not intend
Why do I stand infront of you and pretend, that all I need is this?
The lies come easier these days, so quickly we release our old ways.
Theres no reason for this, not too long ago i would have been happy with kind words and a kiss.
So quickly this world can alter, never did i believe i'd be the one to falter
Words no longer offer reasurance that this might last, they mearly resurect deamons of the past...
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
I scurried from my moss covered resting place
I was in a panic I needed to see the deamons face
So I would know what was giving chase
I looked deep within the dying fire, "show me goddess Theia the one that follows"
At first the vision was very shallow, so hollow
But then I seen it, and it filled me with sorrow
Because all I could see was the Cerberus
It had the scent of me, the sorcerers
Quickly trying to decide our best courses
It's blue-black body glimmering in the moonlight
Huge muscles gliding effortlessly, such a beautiful scary sight
It's three huge heads, teeth snapping, a true drooling fright
Leaving a trail like a scent, wafting in the air, was my spells
It was time to make haste this much I could tell
We will both be dead and torn savagely apart if I fail
With the snap of my fingers the leaves dew fell on the knight
Waking him with a sudden fright
"We must leave here you're to weak to fight"
Shaking the sleep from he's head
A quick look at me, he could see my dread
He silently stomped out the fire, no words from his lips said
He grabbed the reins of the evil ones steed
He gracefully lept on and pulling me on, off at top speed
But that devilish horse ran towards the evil one, He would not heed
I must think quick, this horse I must enchant
Into it's mind a seed I must plant
So I start a simple powerful chant
"Demon steed
Feel the need
To out run, succeed
From the hellish hound top speed"
With my constant chant, the demon spun horse turned around
And just in time, I seen the heads of the wicked hound
Along with the chant I whisper a prayer to Moirai to change our fate, we had been found
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
A runner off before the gun , my hands tied behind my back
i made my way into the dark crevices of myself.
I turned my back on the outer world not to emerge until
i’d seen what was lurking in the shadows.
Demons. I walked into their ranks and told them to tear me apart…. I watched it all… My blood spilt into the torrents of rain….Once they were done…. all that was left was my eyes.
They are blacker than before, but with a hint of starshine in them now…
Whilst the deamons went to wash themselves and get a pint before closing time…..
I took alook around this new landscape.
The signs i was always looking for were all around me…. in every single thing i happened to see….and every unexpected turn i took looking around that town led me to new and brighter , bolder and almost iridecent signs untill the signs became me and i became the signs.
That’s when i began to dance , and dance i did. I danced with the devil and and fox trotted with the angels, we spun on the wheels of great time leaving all the business of past , present , future behind…. we existed only in the swish of a skirt or the click of the heel…..we were pirates of the cosmic tides , we knew only the ocean , never to set foot on land again. Unless, it was the island. The island where seven days a week i could just bask in the sunshine that is your smile, where only the surreal existed.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC