12 Thursday Feb 2015
Posted in Poetry
We all have
Our demons
I just happen
To be my own
I don’t think this
Was always the case
Certainly not
My only one
But long enough
Walking
Through the dark
I started to think
(I started to know)
That the the dark
Is where I belong
And soon
Those demons
That tormented me
Seeped in
Until even
When standing in light
I can’t tell
Me from the dark
10 Tuesday Feb 2015
18 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
I’m sinking
And the only hands
That seem to reach out
Are the ones
That have already sunk
Ready to pull me down
To the abyss they know
And I can’t seem to refuse
Knowing I’ll never really
Be able to swim back up
And somehow this dark
And bitter cold place
Is starting to feel like home
18 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
14 Sunday Dec 2014
That corner
It offered no shelter
No protection
From what you knew
Was soon to come
That corner
Listened to your tales
It never judged
It knew the secrets
That no one knew
That corner
You haven’t seen
In so very long
But still see in nightmares
Far too often
That corner
With its scratches
(Your scratches)
And it’s tear stained paint
(Your tears)
That corner
In that dark
And dusty room
How after a while
It felt like home
14 Sunday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
My demons
Craving hers
Her demons
Craving mine
Blood and bruises
Dragons and snakes
A dark lust
Hungers to be sated
Her hair tangled
In my fist
Her throat gripped
Between my fingers
Showing her
All the ways
That she is mine
My skin
Beneath her nails
My flesh
Between her teeth
Showing me
All the ways
That I am hers
Let the rest
Of the world bleed
Tonight
Our demons feed
10 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
Wake up
Inside of me
My darker side
Filled with demons
And dragons
They hunger
And need to devour
The darker side
Inside of you
Clenched fists
Filled with hair
And flesh
Taking from you
What you need to give
But if you aren’t
Ready to feed
My demons and dragons
Then please
Just let them sleep
24 Wednesday Sep 2014
Posted in Poetry
There are just some things
That the rain can’t wash away
Not sins and not memories
History just can’t be undone
I still hop the train once in a while
And walk that sidewalk downtown
Sometimes I imagine
The bloodstains are still there
But of course they aren’t
The rain has washed them away
Far better than time has done
At washing away the memories
How quickly things changed
That sunny summer day
How much some things
Just seem to stay the same
I still love to stand out in the rain
With my face tilted to the sky
Hoping that there are things inside
That the rain can finally wash away
22 Monday Sep 2014
As a child
Some of my scars
Had names
I held onto them
To the point
Of self destruction
Some of those names
I held onto
Until I was an adult
When I went back
And remind those names
Of the things they did
There were times
That I left scars
On those
That scarred me
Call me a monster
But it felt good
21 Sunday Sep 2014
Posted in Poetry
Sometimes
We have to turn off
What ever light
We have inside
To survive
The dark passages
That we sometimes
Have to travel
And we must do it
Alone
I’ve been through
Those darkest paths
Shut off
From the rest
Of the world
And become
The dark thing
I needed to be
To get through
To the other side
But that’s the problem
Isn’t it
Once you’ve let it in
The darkness
Never quite
Goes away
It clings to you
Inside of you
Becomes part
Of who you are
So if that’s the choice
The only one
Light
But dead
Or dark
And survive
Then it isn’t a choice
Not for those of us
That only know
How to survive
