My Demons – Promote Yourself

 

 

When I look into the mirror
I see an impish little monster
She isn’t quite myself
But I don’t know what else to call her
And when I see her
I feel lost within this world
I see hidden terrors
Begin to tragically unfurl
 
Now I see old fears
I thought were in the past
And now I know
That this bliss wasn’t meant to last
Misery and tragedy
Are slowly overwhelming me
They twist the vision
Of the many things that I must see.
 
I got what I wanted
But take a look at what I’ve lost
All this power
Came with a very twisted cost
And never again
Will anything ever be the same
For as I walk this road
I’m followed by eternities of shame
 
I’m facing my demons
Striking them down one at a time
But they remind me
Of my most terrifying crimes
I cry the cries
Sounded by a thousand tortured souls
I try to fix this
But I’m not the one at the controls
 
Forever am I lost
And this will surely be the end
For I have torn apart
That which I simply cannot mend
Don’t try to help me
Just watch my steps as I pass by
For this was a just war
And it was one I failed to survive

• Carissa Halter

Biography: I have been writing stories and poems since I was about five. I have always been very modest about my work and worry that it’s never good enough. For the few recent years, I have been writing novels and dream of getting myself published one day. However, I have recently been sharing my poetry with the world as a way to get focus on me and my style of writing. I tend to view the world very negatively and often write about narsistic topics. However, my writing occasionally branches off to fun, bubbly, and loving.

Country: United States

Would I Give Advice to the Me of Ten Years Ago? – Promote Yourself

I look through the window
A figure is seated
Just in the corner
A bit hazy
And misty
Not at ease
Stolen glances
Guilty pleasure
Escape.
And a friend is expected.

Leave her
I can’t go in.

Where would I start?
Warnings?
Alertings?
Get out?
Of what?
I can’t go in.

I can’t stop
The suffering
The tears
The despair
The destruction
It wouldn’t be fair.

I can’t stop
The need to learn
To know
To grow
To slow
To stop
To start
Anew.

I can’t go in
I just walk away
Tears my heart
Then stop.

She’ll grow
She’ll know
And choose
The same
In ten years time
When looking back
At the figure seated
Just in the corner
A bit hazy and misted.

Cheryl Bhagwandin
http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

SANTA WON’T BE VISITING ME

I live on the streets that’s me

No home to call my own

I play hide and seek

That make’s my life bleak

No warm clothes to wear

And no-one to share

Life is so cheap

I steal food to eat

I live on the street

With nothing to eat

I see people spending money

But I have none

I cannot buy presents

Santa won’t be visiting me

My family pass by

But they do not see

The misery

I endure

They are so happy

I am so sad

I live on the street

With nothing to eat.

Thomas Sims