"dpd" poems
The cause of ignition is inconsequential,
no trigger to let loose the hammer- Only,
I become a passenger, a **** cur.
Softly as a dancer, on swells of change,
undulating to the jangle and clink
of lives being unlaced,
splayed apart in bitter irony,
displaced into objectivity.
You take it personal,
as if, I am just a faltering piece of personality.
Dropped like salt in the Devils eye,
I'm just over shoulder- needing the fall
into comforting familiarity.
I'm unfeeling, mute and defensive-
peeling self back to where we merge.
At the base I know I am one
but cruelty makes our hands feel like four.
I am my own dark passenger depersonalized,
sloughed off in stress and
bound in unrecognizable life.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
I only feel fine when I'm with him
And when hes gone
I don't exist
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC
When you feel darkness creeping up on you and demons settling in you should push them away with all your might
Because if you give in they will haunt you all day and night
They will try and scare you any chance they get
When the demon named depression starts whispering in your ear I advise you to ignore every word no matter how taunting
When the demon named anxiety starts telling you stories to doubt every turn you take, anything you say, remind yourself they are just stories
If a demon named DPD starts telling you you're worthless unless someone is with you don't listen and remind yourself that what makes you worth it is you and not others
So no matter what never listen to the demons that may sneak up on you and don't take any steps into darkness because it is hell to try and get out.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC