Guard Demons

All my old demons are scratching at the door, The loyal guard dogs I can’t seem to lose, They’re begging for treats ‘cause they’ve been so good, I can count on them to remember the same dark roads. There’s alcohol in my closet and on my tongue again, A half empty bottle hidden in one…

autumn day

i met you on an autumn day when Anabella was selling papers in the street you looked at me with fervid eyes and I knew then you’d never leave

Set Him Free

i lead him, hands intertwined, to the lake, tell him to drink, that he’ll be happy once more. but he won’t, self-hatred and self-destruction is as much an addiction, as pills washed down by dark liquor. addictions blur the already hazy lines, is this a craving or is this a need? will our hearts stop…

heartbreaking

you can make me cry you can break my heart what’s so special about that my heart breaks so easily it’s ridiculous you can make me cry so what anyone can you aren’t special   © quixotic mama 2018 see more of my art & writing over at quixotic mama the image is an original…

Wednesday’s Child

I was not born to be happy… No bright star shown down on me When I was dropped headfirst into the world Red-faced, kicking, screaming And placed in my mother’s arms— The only true home I’ve ever known Instead, a dark star witnessed my birth Stepped out of hell’s black hole Took me in its…

The Bird that Flies Freely

I decided to venture out of my hiding place tonight. I think I just ran out of air to breathe. Or maybe my mind is trying to save me: one last nudge out of its suffocating cage before it completely decides to give up on me. But I know my brain won’t quit. The human…

hurting

you can’t put your pain in front of someone else’s happiness you can’t let your own darkness eclipse everyone else’s light you can’t because who are you then? you are the monster you fear the most. taking what has hurt you & hurting others with it.   © quixotic mama 2018 for more of my…