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Kementic1
Poem Published
14th Dec 2022 10:03pm
14th Dec 2022 10:03pm
Don't Let The Devil Win*
I know about keeping those suicide demons at bay
and just how hard it is to "win the day"
One night I was just a few steps away
from not being alive today
My plan was to purposely get run over by a car
but, the holy spirit stopped me before I got that far
I just wanted an end to my mental.physical and spiritual pain
and know it would never come back again
But, never forget this one thing my friend
even in the darkest times-don't let the Devil win
and just how hard it is to "win the day"
One night I was just a few steps away
from not being alive today
My plan was to purposely get run over by a car
but, the holy spirit stopped me before I got that far
I just wanted an end to my mental.physical and spiritual pain
and know it would never come back again
But, never forget this one thing my friend
even in the darkest times-don't let the Devil win
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
613 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
12th Jan 2024 00:21am
vulnerable
hissing on the floor of hell,
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
you’ve always thought yourself a freak,
too inward to charm the ball or the Belle,
too ugly to be iconic.
too queer to at least seem well-meaning,
too puritanical and sharp
to strut like some gay butterfly
or keep in tune with love’s young larks.
o tender-hearted tormenter of self,
I’ve caught you in the prickly gorse.
o little broken boy, o elf,
I’ve shielded you within this prickled place.
we raise each other up, I tend your wounds.
the carapace of irony peels back, in parts.
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
206 reads
5 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
River of crimson red
The comfort of my home feels like I'm lying in a prison bed.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
634 reads
2 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
River of crimson red
The comfort of my home feels like I'm lying in a prison bed.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
634 reads
2 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
River of crimson red
The comfort of my home feels like I'm lying in a prison bed.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
634 reads
2 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
River of crimson red
The comfort of my home feels like I'm lying in a prison bed.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
634 reads
2 Comments
TrueLover
Meganne
Meganne
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
15th Mar 2021 1:19am
River of crimson red
The comfort of my home feels like I'm lying in a prison bed.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
Left alone, dreaming about a river of crimson red.
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
634 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Jun 2018 00:25am
11th Jun 2018 00:25am
the infighting isn't great ..
the infighting isn't great
the struggle lies within myself and
I seek to make peace
but the problem is
with whom I should negotiate ..
the struggle lies within myself and
I seek to make peace
but the problem is
with whom I should negotiate ..
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
524 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Jun 2018 00:25am
11th Jun 2018 00:25am
the infighting isn't great ..
the infighting isn't great
the struggle lies within myself and
I seek to make peace
but the problem is
with whom I should negotiate ..
the struggle lies within myself and
I seek to make peace
but the problem is
with whom I should negotiate ..
#SelfHarm
#SelfReflection
524 reads
4 Comments
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