We all have demons living
inside of us. We cannot
trust them. They tell us
things that are not true.
They follow us around.
They are bound to us.
Sometimes, they talk
badly. And, sadly, they
may never go away. Now,
face the demons that
suck the life out of you.
Quiet their voices. Make
important choices. Break
free from the chains.
Your body is your domain.
Rid your soul and brain
of demons causing pain.
Enjoy life for what it is.
Talk with your demons
to develop understanding
of where you are landing.
Move toward a new life
because it is your right.
Tag: follow
to the ones I miss
To the ones I miss, I hope
you get the gist. I still see
you in the mist. You are
in the shadows, inside my
mind. You are the time
that continues to tick.
You are the remedy that
heals the sick. I am fire
and you are the wick.
I am the tongue and you
the lick. You are the air
that I breathe: life I can’t
see. You are the breeze
that refuses to leave.
To the ones I miss, just
know that our love will
continue to grow. Now,
I feel more than I see
and I appreciate that
the ones I miss will
stay by my side still.
Gray Days
Some days are gray days.
Dark clouds. Heavy rain.
No umbrella can help
us stay dry. Some days,
gray days fade to blue.
Most days, raindrops fall
turning seeds into trees.
Some days, the breeze
reminds us of the cold
world we occupy. We try
to get through the gray
days. On the worst days,
we find ways to follow
the light that pierces
the darkness. We have
seen many gray days.
We know it to be tough
when smooth becomes
rough. We know that
life has its ups, downs,
and roundabouts. Life
is full of green grass,
blue skies, gray days
and we are full of life.
Look past the haze;
do not let gray days
take the sunshine away.
Memento
Today will be just another
day. In a few days, today
will be the past: a shadow
once cast. Remnants
seem to last and remain
the same like a flame
that burns away dark
times. Every single life
is chalk-full of moments
and mementos: highs
and lows: days and nights:
ghouls, goblins, and ghosts.
Thus, today I will be
able to see memories
that have never left me.
Wherever I decide to go,
mementos will remind
me of who I was and who
I strive to be. Really,
they seem to set me free.
Misguided Missiles
Rockets fly – missiles shoot across the sky.
Who is shooting these large weapons?
Destruction seems tempting. Missiles
lose control after being launched. Now,
I see misguided missiles fly without
a purpose. Once shot, it’s an afterthought.
They are forgotten. If missiles don’t have
a guide, then they are sure to collide.
Don’t shoot at those who have chosen to
live in peace. Don’t launch a rocket
at those who have empty pockets.
If you do shoot, guide your missile
before, during, and after its dismissal.