Demon Dwellers
Demons live under my bed
Don't you know?
They visit me in the night
They tickle my toes with their claws
Don't you know?
And threaten to turn off the light
Last night they took me home
Don't you know?
I didn't put up a fight
We torture and maim lost souls
Don't you know?
And give them a proper fright
So keep your feet covered
Or don't you know
They'll be coming for you tonight
Lover’s Knot
I knew I loved him
Days
Months
Years
Ages
ago.
Its certainty rang through me
a bell light and melodious
His voice sang the second
deep and inviting
The words, the actions, the needs
of the exact moment have fallen
from my memory
But I knew it
and took flight upon it
letting Love lift me
We're married now
Our lives forever entwined
since the moment our eyes met
and I knew then
We'd be together
Future’s Fear
The future holds no certainties
Taunts with wild absurdities
Until there’s a sense of urgency
And it all feels like an emergency
I’m left frozen in the dark
Running after a crazy lark
Chasing a dream like its my mark
And I’m left to ask should I embark
On this unsure journey?
Will I prove worthy?
Or should this all concern me?
Or is this needless worry?
My heart races against the clock
Sweat beads like bullets from a glock
Has opportunity truly knocked?
Or am I reeling from failure’s shock?
Hold, Hold, Let Go
Holding a knife's edge
it draws crimson droplets
that swiftly form a sea of red
It puddles beneath the hand
and still the grip tightens
Anger, Guilt, Passion, Hatred
Reasons to never let go
When memory fails
bitterness remains in its wake
The knife cuts only you though.
Or its dropped
and Relief is felt in a swift wave
washing over you
healing you from the reason
you couldn't let go
The weight lifts and floats away
the chains unlocked
and you can soar higher now
as long as memory remains away
Pride and power come
from letting go
an invisible crown you wear
Succeeding, finally, at years' long goal
But maybe memory still holds it.
A Couple’s Questions
Are you okay?
Did sleep well last night?
What would you like for dinner?
The things I
ask my husband to show
him how much I love him.
What are you doing?
Do you need some help?
What movie do you want to watch?
The things he
asks of me to show
how much he loves me, too.
Thank you, love
You're welcome, sweetheart
I'm glad I have you in my life.
The things we
say to each other, now
and forever to show our love.
Love Yourself
Accept the flaws of your body
Invisible to other's eyes
Praise it for its strength
to get you through things
for even on a bad day
it's your vehicle for life
Accept the workings of your mind
heard by only you
Change what can be changed
and love what cannot be 'fixed'
It is your perspective
and the lens can always be adapted
Accept your failures
and your successes
for the lessons both offer
Neither comes without the other
and attempts should always be made
Chase your dreams
Accept the canvas that is YOU
It got you this far after all
Hold the paintbrush high
and deep into the colours of the world
Experience and through it
realize you were always someone to love
Feverish Dreams
My dreams plague me with vivid realities so farfetched and daunting I’ve no choice, but to run. My feet pound against barren dirt, stirring dust into the air. Despite the burning feel of it, I must push on.
Glancing behind me, I see a pack of wolves. Scratch that. They’re much bigger than wolves. Much faster, too. Their snarls echo off the cave walls I’ve been placed in by my overactive imagination. I know it’s not real and yet my heart races.
Teeth sink into my calf and I fall forward with a scream. The wet, slickness of blood drips down my leg and sends these unknown creatures into a frenzy. Their bites shred my arms to ribbons.
Just when I’m about to pass out, I have been transported to the centre of a storm. No shelter in sight. But of course, I say to myself and will my sleeping self to rouse. It’s of no use.
The rain shifts from small drops to heavy bullets, or so it feels. My skin tingles and bruises under the assault. Thankfully my limbs are restored and I can run towards the edge of the clouds. The ground is wet and I slip with each step. Mud grabs my shoe off and I keep running, leaving it to the land. I can see the sun shining beyond the black clouds and I yearn for its serenity.
It’s too late, though. Hail the size of watermelons fall from the clouds. Lightning forks, stabbing at my tiny presence on the ground. The thunder sounds like laughter amidst the roar of the storm.
For the first time in years, I stop running. I stand in the centre of the chaos and let the storm strike me down. It doesn’t take long. Both hail and lightning hit me and it’s the most painful thing I’ve ever felt.
I wake with a shout and feel my head, inspect my pillows for blood. Everything’s wet from my sweating heat and my skin’s red. Upon closer inspection, I see white forks winding under my skin, following my veins.
Not again, I think and lapse back into darkness.
#PicturePoetryPrompt
Her raven black hair swirled in the wind
wild like her own self.
It called to her
'Soar... Soar... Soar'
She answered the call
her hair changing
to feathery wings
Dark and shimmery.
Her raven form sprang forward
Off the Earth's heavy dirt
And sped towards the clouds
Covered in night's glitter.