Some of these poems are dark, sad, or could be triggering. Some of the poems are a little strange, and others don't seem to have emotion to them. I hope you enjoy reading them.
My Poetry
No more judgments
No more pills
I don’t need your pity
I don’t want your help
Leave me to my poetry
It helps me the most
Don’t take me for my monsters
For they are something else
Don’t take my poems wrong
Don’t send me to get help.
Leave me to my poetry corner
And I will leave you alone
Try all your methods
Try all your pills
They never work
Dip into my shoes if you dare
Look from my eyes and see
My poetry is my savior
My poetry is my life
Don’t take my life from me
Leave me to my poetry
And I will leave you alone.
The Peace of the Night
Frosty ground, full moon, shadows of deer.
Elk bugles and wolf howls filling the air.
Traces of magic in each gentle moon beam cast down to Earth
Frosted air blowing from nostrils of game lying nearby.
Behind the house, silence surrounded the woods.
Careful not to disturb I start walking back home
Looking at pines glistening with the white of winter's first frost.
Little streams of silvery light lead the way.
Where to? No one but the soul knows.
The heart leads you to unimaginable places away from the freeways of life.
Starlight slowly washes away stress and pain leaving a feeling of wholeness
and relaxation.
As if stars were controlled by loved ones’ past.
Fire, Life, and Death
It’s easier to quit then to stay in the flames and fight
but sometimes standing in the hot coals and flames
is better than backing out and quitting
even though the road is tough, there is the end where you realize,
"hey, I'm NOT a loser"
"I won"
"I fought through this and made it out"
"a better and stronger person."
I'm walking through those flames of hell
knowing that someday the fire will die
And it will die
That day
I will come out of the wreckage.
I may be burned, battered and broken
but it will be the day I scream at the top of my lungs
"I AM VICTORIOUS. I HAVE SURVIVED, AND NOTHING CAN STAND IN MY WAY NOW!"
Broken
I'm broken...
shattered....
in pieces on the floor,
the invisible shards no one looks
for once they clean up the main mess of shattered glass,
I am the dust bunnies under the couch,
the dust particles in the air,
I am nothing,
yet when the time comes
I will fight back with all the power I have.
Suicide
She smiled brightly through the day.
Then locked herself away.
In her room she spent her days
hoping for a better way
she finally ceased her stay on Earth.
Her final verse,
"why did everyone hate me?
All I wanted
was a friend."
Broken Heart
How to fix a broken heart?
You can't
Like glass
Once broken
Little pieces remain missing forever.
Broken Nights
Sleep eludes me yet again this night.
Sitting in bed
numb, lost, unable to cry.
Worry and fear course thickly through icy veins.
Prayers sent out this night from all who care
Sleep comes slowly,
Dragging me away.
The Winter Storm
Beautiful
Dangerous
Deadly.
Winter’s spell is magical
Winter’s grasp is dangerous
Winter’s blizzards are deadly
The few who venture out,
Fewer come back
Every creature hides in their shelters
All the children curl up inside
All parents pray for the peace of light snow
Yet, here, where the winter snow blows with deadly force
And the view is little
I still find beauty and peace in standing beneath the gentle, fast falling flakes.
A Soul's Journey
Sleep.
Long lay thou in gentle slumber
No kiss shall wake thou now
In peaceful slumber,
Travel to the place angels tread
Sleep now thy beloved uncle
Join the angels in song
May peace, joy, and comfort stay forever in your soul.
Addiction
Addiction took you away
Love brought you back
Addiction’s call beckoned you back once again
You took its bony hand
And walked the life with death.
Death pulled a fast move.
Just like that, you were gone.
No love could bring you back.
No grieving helped our hearts.
You flew to the angels and there you stay.
Watching. Waiting. Loving endlessly.
Taken
Ripped away
Forcefully taken from the life she has
Begging, screaming, thrashing out in pain and fear.
Her mother, torn at another child lost.
She collapses to her knees, sobbing, reaching.
The last child she has in her waking life leaving
Screaming her promises to a faceless character who loves endlessly
She’s begging for answers
But, she may not get the answer she had hoped for.
Driftwood
I’m just trying to survive on this little piece of driftwood on the stormy ocean.
Each wave threatens to push me under.
Each crack of lightning threatens to burn me
Evert second that I cling to the driftwood my arms become tired and fear courses through me
Falling beneath the waves is not an option
Creatures of the deep snap up any hope of the storm ending.
I pray to a faceless, nameless, and genderless figure and beg for calmer seas
My wishes are not granted as the storm picks up volume and strength
My arms weaken but I hold strong with my willpower knowing it will stop one day.
You Lied
You hurt me
You say you love me
My heart’s shattered pieces won’t go unseen
I will scream and fight
No one will hurt me again
No one will get passed my barriers
You made me set those walls
You came into my life as a stranger
You hurt me when I foolishly trusted
You did this to me
What did you do?
You lied.
Forgotten
Lonely yet surrounded by friends
Sad but life is good
Stressed with the calm
Helped when you don’t need it
Left when help was needed
Loved when you don’t
Hated when you loved
Life’s inconsistencies are complex and strange
They make some of us stronger
The make others weaker
Some die
Some are remembered
I am forgotten
Opposites
Sun and rain
Love and pain
The world goes around
My life spirals down
Laughter and smiles
Sorrow in miles
What hides beneath the outside
Isn’t as pretty as it seems
Behind the mask I hide
Every day it becomes me
I sink down
I rise again
Back down into the rabbit’s hole I dip
Down to wonderland
Where imagination runs wild
Death
The handful of pills,
The gun in the drawer,
The noose in the closet
The razor in the bathroom
She lays in bed, thoughts torment her
Who notices the fake smiles
Who sees she’s broken
Could anyone reach out to see her?
She’s on the edge of the beautiful cliffs.
If she falls, will anyone notice?
She takes a breath and steps off.
She hits the rocky ground
The sickening sounds.
Splintering bones
Crumpled mass of clothing seeping red.
Her lifeless body lays on the beach below
Her heart never to beat again.
Tormented Soul
Escape
Run free
The tormented body no longer holds you captive
You’re free but you child is not
Clinging to life in a rail car heading to hell on earth
Your soul is free from your starved body
Fly to the angels and endure no more suffering
Your soul stays
Why?
Do you weep for the child who mourns the loss of their mother in the company of strangers?
Pray oh mother
Pray that the child may survive to tell the tale
Their experiences and memories of this evil earth.
Trust
Shattered.
Nothing here
Once a friend from long ago
Now and empty hole
Fear, frustration, pain
‘why did you leave?’
‘I have my reasons’
‘may I know?’
‘no’
Why must one suffer with losing friends?
Does it always hurt like this?
‘I won’t trust again’ I say
But I always do
The Clock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Almost eleven
All good girls and boys sleep
I lay awake
Bored
Tired
Unable to sleep
Restless thoughts run through my head
My dark room lit only by the illumination of my phone’s screen
Tick
Tick
Tick
The thoughts turn dark
Tick
Tick
Tick
My mind races to get better memories in to no avail
Tick
Tick
Tick
The clock draws me in again. 10:42 pm
Tick
Tick
Tick
It’s too late
Tick
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Tick
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Tock
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