Two things. One I was trying to clear the unattached media files and I messed up my blog images…(Yeah I know I screw up a lot.) Two this is the monster in a story Serena is working on. A huge gelatinous spider….
So…WordPress is complaining about space. I need to find a way to deal with Monday poetry without uploading more in the already full space…or I will have to change Monday a wee bit.
I want to do this without having to remove the previous uploaded posts. I will have to see what I have to do.
The voices want to end me With words just like a blade Cutting pieces from me ‘Til nothing remains, ’til I go insane
Eyes in the mirror that cannot be mine Beggin’ this stranger, “Get out of my mind” Fear overcomes me when I realize It’s only me
I keep on screamin’, “Help!” I cannot breathe, someone save me from this hell Trapped in this fight, all I can find is myself Alone in my mind, demons come to life (who will save you?) And over time, demons come to life
Masters of seduction And I like how they dance Feeding my addiction I play their game, another hit of pain
Eyes in the mirror that cannot be mine Beggin’ this stranger, “Get out of my mind” Fear overcomes me when I realize It’s only me
I keep on screaming, “Help!” I cannot breathe, someone save me from this hell Trapped in this fight, all I can find is myself Alone in my mind, demons come to life (who will save you?) And over time, demons come
I’m not well, I wish I was happy The world can’t help, ’cause this storm’s inside me Still, I try, I’m tryin’ to change But there’s something broken, fucked up in my brain Partum my demons, there’s no reason Part of me wants to be stuck in this dream, and
I can’t save me I can’t save me (Who will save you?) I can’t save me (Who will save you?) I can’t
I keep on screaming, “Help!” (Who will save you?) I cannot breathe, someone save me from this hell (who will save you?) Trapped in this fight, all I can find is myself (who will save you?) Alone in my mind (in my mind), demons come to life (who will save you?) And over time, demons come to life
Who will save me when demons come to life? (Who will save you?) Who will save me when demons come to life? (Who will save you?) Who will save me? (When demons come to life)
When demons come to life I’m not well, I wish I was happy (wish I was happy) Demons come to life
My 2 Cents –
I am not ready to talk about the concert here yet…it was not pleasant. So instead I will share the original song by Halocene and Laurin Babic. Both are usually cover bands. This is a wonderful effort. I will discuss the concert another day…Probably not this week.
My boyfriend and I have been together for nearly all our adult lives…but we are not the romantic sort. He is my best friend.
His sister writes such lovely romantic poems.
I am trying to talk her into publishing them.
But for the poet who writes gothic poems or poems about nature more than love poems…today is an extra stress.
For poets write about love and romance, right?
I just want to say it is okay to be alone. I am nonbinary with Acesexual tendencies. Romance is not something that interests me…so why would I write about it?
Just because today is a commercialized romantic hell…You are okay even if you have not found that person yet. You are okay even if you never do.
I can’t unhear what you said You’re so messed in the head For all the pain that you spread to me
You got to live with the fact You stuck a knife in my back And then you laughed while you watched me bleed
What you got coming to ya you did to yourself Now you got coming to ya everything i felt
Like sliding down a razor blade Feeling every cut Sucker punch into the face Then you taste the blood I hope it hurts a little I hope it hurts you bad I hope it hurts a little more than that Like burning in the flames of fire Turning into ash Walking then you’re running On a bed of broken glass I hope it hurts a little I hope it hurts you bad I hope it hurts a little more, more than that
Sure hope you know how to pray And how to self medicate Cause when you come face to face with the fear
It’s there as long as you live Don’t look to me to forgive I think you know what you did What you did what you did
What you got coming to yeah you did to yourself Now you got coming to ya everything I felt
My 2 Cents –
So Thursday I am going to the Disturbed/Falling in Reverse/Plush Concert. I admit I had not really paid any attention to Plush. Now I am listening to them to fix that. I love the other two bands…and I am starting to grow fond of this one.
Pattimouse 