Chaos Demon

Chaos Demon

-11 January 2009-

chaos enshrouds my mind
as these lights infect my eyes
the darkness clouds my gaze
blood spills slowly from
these wounds I did not create

dripping down my socks
now they are dried and caked
these scars are red and blistered
there is just so much anger and hate

I do not know how they got there
it scares every fiber of my being
in the silence of my mind
he laughs at me

who is he? where is he from?
of this I am not sure
He is my other half, my demon-kin
charcoal black to my caramel skin
I think...
I think I've finally given in

Hear me now, sweet Goddess of mine
I am here ready to die
mock these words not
for it is my cry into the blackest night

"Hekate, Hekate,
Bringer of the lighted way
Let me carry on to these crossroads I seek...
Help me to see which is right for me."

These scars fade
These scars heal
but the wound is still festering
unhurt and unhealed

I can hear him
he's always there
but for now
I simply do not care

Moon Child

Moon Child

-5 January 2009-

O Circle of faith,
so far above,
and ever looking down;
dost thou watch me?
Judging me worthy?
Or not?

The circle of light
seen by the night's sky,
to guide our way,
to keep us from being lost;
yet we wander,
yet we wonder.

Are we lost?
What is this for?
What am I to do?
Why them?
Why me?
Why?

To question something so mighty,
something eternally there,
watching over us in the sky,
like a forgotten parent
ever loving of their children,
moonchildren and calf we are.

The Wheel of Life,
ever intangible
and ever thought of,
given to us on this night,
made visible,what are we to think?

Never ending and ever beginning,
it turns, and turns, and turns,
bringing them low,
bringing them high,
and ever in the middle
we tarry,
waiting.

Poems: There Are Days

Sometimes I wonder if things are worth it. I’ve never really been good at expressing my feelings towards those that I had crushes on.... I always write things for them and then burn them.... but a couple of things I have kept... such as a series of poems written for one particular person. These are called there are days....because everyday held something new that I liked about her.

There Are Days
There are days when I need you
And you’re just so far away
There are days when I want you
And you leave anyway
Your smile is my sun
And hold your hand makes me laugh
Not seeing you everyday,
Well I can live with that
We talk all day of simple things
Yet all of these emotions take hold of me
I can’t look at you while you speak
For fear of kissing your lips
And ruining what we’ve had
Since the beginning of this
It’s all too much to bear
And I can’t control it
I’m dying just to shout out:
Honey, I’ve loved you forever.