To Dance With Demons

So I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything, but I've been finding less inspiration lately, and when I do I usually don't have pen and paper on me. I'm trying to fix that, starting with this poem.


Hey deiddle diddle,
How about a riddle?


Where oh where does beauty stop?
Why, I'll tell you, at the front door of every slop.


Bending over backwards for these demons,
Denying all others, all facts, all reasons.


They twirl and sing and dance about,
It's silly enough to make one shout.


Performing their best for naught but pigs,
Whose castles are built atop lies and twigs.


And oh those swine and hornèd fiends,
Do these poor ladies know what it means?


They believe themselves guests invited to a ball,
But it is really a great black kettle into which they all fall.


They are the main course, my friends, you see,
Eaten alive, for certain, yet none shall flee.


Entranced so greatly by their fell hosts,
Who seem so mighty by their pride and boasts.


So I stand outside, harking to all,
Hoping just one will hear my desperate call.


Alas, tonight, I yell and cry in vain,
So I leave you now to your almost certain pain.

Terrifying

This poem was quite a bit of fun, for me, though its short. But still, I like it, and it fits the season, as you'll see.

This world is a scray place indeed.
Where all things dark may feed.
Predators stalk the night,
Waiting for victims they may bite.

In the darkness things go bump,
Eerie noises to make one jump.

One might be scared of dying in their sleep,
Another soul for grim death to keep.

Someone other might be afraid to die alone.
No one to care for them when thay are not but bone.

Being burned alive by a fire,
Or being poisoned by a spider.
Dropping into the ocean and left to drown,
Or tripping on a cliff and falling down, down, down.

To be buried alive may scare some,
The thought of disease could make others run.

And now don't make fun of what scares me, please,
But the one thing I can't stand: Fucking zombies.

I might come back to this one and extend it and smooth it out, but for now this will do.

Breath Easy

This poem is a bit abstract, and is fairly bare, but that's on purpose. Interpret it as you will, even if that means you think its meaningless. Also, I tried some of your tips, Levi. Hope they helped.

Alright, stop. Think.
Keep breathing.
Let go, hold on, stop a moment.
Breath.
Now dive in.

Empty Headed, empty space.
No space.
Stop. Wait. Reverse.
Breath.

No space, there is no space.
Can't breath,
Can't move,
No room.
Walls closing in, crushing.
Can't breath.

Hold up, stop. there are walls.
Start climbing.
It hurts. Can't move. can't breath.
Climb.

Broken nails, broken boards,
Tearing through the roof,
Sweat and blood drip from fingertips.

Can't breath.

Open sky, blue sky, and green trees.

Can't breath.

Breeze blows through hair, birds are singing.

Can't breath.

Falling down, open space, empty space.
No space.
Can't breath.

Entering blackness, heartbeat stopping.
A voice, sounding far, yet near.
"Breath."

Keep breathing.

Stop. Think. Breath easy.

Emotions

This was a response to a Daydream prompt. It's sarcastic, and supposed to not be taken seriously.

I am Immune to emotion,
And I couldn't be happier.
The torment of fear does not grip me,
I have never known the pain of sorrow.
I laugh at anger,
And sneer at amusement.
Joy has never been mor than a fleeting fancy,
And please, tell me about boredom.
I have never had to dry my eyes,
Nor hold my sides in mirth.
The very concept of confusion bewilders me.
I am content without hatred,
And I hate contentment.
I am untouched by the calamity of despair,
I am untorn by any longing.
Humanity has no hold on me,
And the chains of a soul have never been present.
I connot miss sanity,
For I have not been devoured by insanity.
The beauty in a moment is lost on me,
And a disgust in the world is meaningless.
I am immune to emotion,
And I couldn't be happier.

Introductions

So, seeing as I've begun to actually start writing for real thanks to creative writing, I decided to go ahead and create a blog, to both show what talent I have, if any, and also recieve, hopefully, constructive criticism. Everything a post for the first few days/weeks will be raw and unedited, so it came straight from my mind to paper, and now to text. So keep that in mind as you read. Updating will be sketchy at best, I hope to do it every other day, but no promises. So let's begin with a "poem". You'll understand why the quotations are necessary in a moment.

Ugh
dear Lord,
I am oh so bored.
I'm trying to rhyme here,
But bloody hell and puss spewing
Dagnabit, I kinda suck.
But what the puck.
I'm just sitting,
Trying to do writting,
But words just escape me.
And I could go for some tea.
I'm rambling,
Babbling,
Annoying...ly
Going on and on.
And you're all hating me a ton.
How I wish I knew a pun.
And now the seconds tick away,
And I try to keep insanity at bay,
But I think I've already failed.
The thoughts in my head have bailed,
So I'm stranded,
And this poem is rancid,
So I think I'll stop.
Or not.
It can rot, for just a second more.
Yeah, I'll do poetry no more.
Gugghhalllaauuhh.

The funny part is, after this almost all I've done is poetry... They get better, I promise...