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Your Scar
(For the girl who haunts my dreams still)
Dear Daddy,
Not that you'd care, but
All that I wanted
was to make you proud
But, I was too stupid
Too fat
Too loud
All you ever did
was bring me down
I was your scar
Your permanent frown
I was your verbal punchbag
In your whiskey fuelled state
Never felt like your child
Just a vess...
Tuesday 1st February 2022 2:04 pm
Derek
This poem is deeply personal to me and is about my time I spent as a crisis worker helping people who were experiencing mental health emergencies or attempts of suicide. The subject of this poem is suicide; please know that its contents could be triggering. If you or someone you know and love are experiencing suicidal thoughts or need to reach out, please don't hesitate to talk to someone. You are...
Saturday 10th October 2020 7:40 am
Evening Class
Eight Monday evenings for two hours
"Psychology for Beginners":
Ego, super-ego, id
Neurosis by osmosis, Freud, Jung Adler,
Cognitive therapy, Gestalt, Twin studies,
Attachment Theory
I never knew how unhappy I was
I'm half-way through now, a mass of
Symptoms, fresh phobias
Nesting in my head, making sense of what caused
Those empty evenings to start with.
...
Saturday 2nd May 2020 11:26 am
Personality
Our personalities do keep us sane,
And from day to day should be the same
-The same way to think and behave,
Whether you be a king or a slave.
When we go to sleep and after wake,
We should be the same between that break.
To have the same attitude and qualities,
Our role in this world and how to perceive.
The same things that we love and hate.
Each day leading t...
Friday 23rd August 2019 7:17 pm
maybe mayhem
*Original date true, minor format edit in '²²
____________________
maybe you're amazed by mayhem. sweet mayhem.
chaos colored lipstick screams, tumultuous as she licks her lips
a wild and tangled disarray, her hair - a disheveled decadent disorder
cascading down past swaying hips
rolling, undulating as she slips
her thoughts into your consciousness
ideas driven by desire i...
Sunday 16th June 2019 10:34 am
Psychology and Poetry in the Same Bed
There's many things behind poetry that is still a mystery today. Why does it make us feel a certain way when certain words are placed together? Is it that it's relatable? Nostalgic? Reassuring? I know many people that don't enjoy poetry and many that do. Why is that? Are those that dislike it close-minded? Does it show they haven't been through what the poem is implying, therefore they can't relat...
Friday 7th December 2018 5:48 am
Monkey's mentality
With an intent of
Stripping off all--Wives & footholds--
And taking over,
A monkey measures
And measures
Father's foot mark
Walking behind father's back
And inflict on the same attack
Cognizant ,subject to
The wear and tear of time
, feeble,
A defensive hand
The father could lack!
A mentor, I helped
An apprentice
Acquire a sharp mind
And a nimble hand
Till on his feet stand.
...
Thursday 7th December 2017 8:24 am
I Can Be Good (Z)
With each and every prose I think of new things to outpour onto this page. Ideas and feelings flow through me, conflicting, and most of the time I am ok.
I've been sober since then; nothing helps this anymore. Every day starts out slow, in a haze, then I feel ok and content and myself for a few hours. Once noon rolls around, my heart hurts, my stomach turns, my head spins, and I leave class to ...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 8:37 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:34 pm
Human Wreckage
See their faces so jaded
With all the torturous barking they hear
Over and over and over again
Assaulting their innocent ears
Our mouths keep spitting out poison
There’s bile wrapped in every word
After all these years of affection
How did our love become so absurd?
And I hope, just hope
You sleep sound and safe in your single bed on this night
I kn...
Monday 14th October 2013 6:28 pm
Blood Mage
Twisted Maleficarum turned abomination
desperately seeking a return to one's humanity.
Expelling demons,
pumping passion like the blood that summoned them.
Bleeding tears, sweating fears
soaked in trepidation.
Summon some feeling
no time for healing
when paint is just pain with
twin pronged brush strokes.
Tattered, trying, tonal
...
Tuesday 10th January 2012 6:11 pm
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