Disastrous Damsel

 

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Image: Pixabay – ractapopulous

While the lowest point of my life was sitting in a recliner in someone’s basement doped up on pills, there were many previous disasters that dragged me to that point.

I had lost my job, then my house and then the final blow… I lost my children. Surely I could have taken immediate action and changed my ways ASAP.

But first I had to get high and oh yeah, get drunk too and let’s not forget going out to bars and to make bad decisions about people that put myself in serious danger.

What the hell was I thinking? That was just it… I was NOT thinking. I was too busy playing the victim and blaming my life on everyone and everything else.

When I first lost my job I could have probably done the following: FOUND A NEW EFFING JOB!

I could have done a lot of things… but that didn’t fit my ‘victim mentality’ and while I was playing the ‘damsel in distress’ I was really a disastrous damsel spitting hellfire and burning every bridge I crossed. That life seems a world away now. Thank goodness for second chances.

Disastrous Damsel

Disastrous damsel; wicked and free

Who is this angel you pretend to be

Blackness is your state of mind

Your screaming soul, so unkind

Is this really who you are

Or did your game go too far

Take your breath and suck it out

Breath back in without a doubt

Life really can be joyous and true

Have faith in love and have faith in you.

People really do change… they just need a really good reason to change. 

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Daily Prompt: Edible

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Image: Pixabay – Pezibear

Edible is the lover

Who gives way too much

Edible is the enabler

Who takes all the time,

Edible is the innocent

Who forsakes all others

Edible is the martyr

Who lays it on the line,

Edible is the lonely lass

Who sits alone and festers

Edible is the drunken lush

With an empty bed and beer stein,

Edible are you

And edible am I

Edible is anyone

Who doesn’t see the signs.

via Daily Prompt: Edible

Quill

 

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Image: Pixabay

Staring blank I were

Awed by a lush, vivid quill

Crimson; serious

 

Dreamy ideas

My eyes gazed at the paper

Weathered; Broken in

 

Goosebumps on my skin

Oh the worlds I could create

Paper; quill and soul

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Passenger of Principles

 

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Image: Pixabay – tpsdave

A long while back

I was a shitty person

I couldn’t stay on track

Things began to worsen

It didn’t matter who I hurt

It was always about me

I’d drag you through my dirt

and smile happily

These days I am peaceful

I keep my drama very minimal

I now feel I am an worthy equal

And always I am fixable.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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Snack on Your Soul

 

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Image: Mysticsartdesign – Pixabay

 

I’ll snack on your soul

‘Til the hell unfolds

Wash it all away

With screams from yesterday

Don’t worry my dear

I’ll bask in your fear

You’re my dream come true

I’ll kill no one but you

And snack on your soul

To watch your hell unfold.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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Behind the Crooked Wheel – A Poem

 

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Image: Pixabay

 

One day I was on top of the world

Cocky and beautiful; patient and extreme

Slowly and methodically I started to melt

My soul slid painfully into the obscene

There was nowhere for me to change

I gripped the wheel of crooked self-destruction

My whole world went ablaze

As I awaited painful instruction

There was no end in sight for me

The lights all dimmed to black

How could I postpone this horror

And get my life on track

The crooked wheel so awkward yet pristine

Its nooks made me feel unique

Little did I know beneath the surface

Their twists would leave me shattered and weak.

©2017 DAMSteelman

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wheel/

The Game

 

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Image: Pixabay

 

I commit to myself

I commit to you

I commit to whatever

You tell me to do

I’m rough around the edges

And chilled to the bone

No more spark in my eye

Cruel seeds have been sown

There is something inside

Palpable and fearsome

I can’t let you touch it

The Joker of my kingdom

We commit to the game

Joker and Pauper

Get a load of me

And get a load of the horror.

© 2017 DAMSteelman

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