Demons2014/01/20

There is no cure
For the demons I live with
There is no rest
For those who are afflicted
The demons never die
You just have to keep fighting
Or they'll tear
Your whole life apart
With you as an accomplice

There is no cure
For the demons I live with
They lay dormant
Waiting to pounce
Sometimes they play dead
To fool you
Into letting your guard down
Then like fireworks
Everything goes up in smoke

There is no cure
For the demons I live with
You just have to keep fighting
There is no rest
For those who are afflicted
Except
Death

I wrote a poem2014/01/17

I wrote a poem
And only
When I was finished
Did I realise
I wrote it
For you

2014/01/19Talking

I don't talk anymore
Talking has become a chore
The words, too heavey
For the air in my lungs to carry
Each word
Making it hard
To breathe

Untitled 2014/01/09

There are times
when you have to write
Not because you are inspired
But because
It's the only thing
That makes sense
The only thing
That keeps
you
sane...

Sometimes

Sometimes things
Don't make sense
There isn't  always an explanation
For why certain things happen
To certain people
Sometimes things just happen
And to keep sane
Sometimes you have
To accept that
Without understanding why
Without questioning
The reason
For the moment
In lapse of judgement
But acknowlwedging it happened
"Why" won't heal the wound
It won't erase the scar
Nor the moment from memory
Sometimes there isn't an answer
There just isn't......

Hope

Even in the
Darkest of hours
There is
Minutes of hope
Seconds of light
So bright
The darkness
Ceases to exist

Self-Preservation

Love poems
Written on the palm
Of my hand
Blurred out
By childish handstands
On wet surfaces
Cartwheels leaving me
On my back
Staring at the roof
The floor
As my cape
Thinking I'm heroic
When I failed
To save me
From
Myself