The Joker’s Disease

 

So am I crazy?
Maybe so, I don’t know

I like to start last so I can grab you from behind
The psychopathic tendencies
of a well-endowed mind

You think I’m crazy?
Maybe so, I think so too
I made unnecessary quips like you wanted me to do

In sickness and in health
But all I know is the sickness
For richer or for poor,
But all I have are these visions

Do I look crazy?
Maybe so, can’t you see?
I’m the unnecessary joke like you wanted me to be.

Is this affection?
This unorthodox connection?
Well, It’s not of my intention
I don’t want to cause affliction

Am I crazy?
Maybe so, just like you
I made unnecessary tricks like you wanted me to do.

If you don’t want me anywhere around,
All you have to do is say,
If you don’t want to hear my sound,
Then tell me, I guess, it’s okay

Aren’t you scared of what you’re about to find?
And you told me that you mind
Have I found my Harley Quinn?
Or just someone I’m not akin

-The DementED

You may also want to check out my previous poem: Savior Syndrome

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Smooth Seas

From the soothing breeze
To the calm waters,
A perfect place
For all types of wanderers

Smooth seas don’t make great sailors
They say,
But I’m no sailor, so it’s okay
I’m just a mere wandering soul
I’m not in it for the long haul

I’m only here for peace of mind
To clear my thoughts from the daily grind
To wash my feet and feel the air
Take a break from life’s affair

Feel the sand on my toes
As I forget all of my woes
And dive down the pristine water,
Pretend it’s happily ever after

Enjoy the sun on my face
And be reminded of better days
Red skin, hot sand, and good feeling
What more will you be asking?
And even if it rains, It’s still okay
Rather than sit and work in the office all day
For enjoying the rain at the shoreline,
Is better than pretending you’re fine
So come here at sea,
for even just seconds you’ll see,
That though smooth seas don’t make great sailors,
They do give us calm interiors.

-The DementED

Summer just ended here in the Philippines and I already posted an ode to rainy season. So yeah, this is a bit late, but hey, everybody loves the sea at any given time, right? Or is it just me? Haha.

You might also want to check out: Soundcheck Sundays: Being As An Ocean

Smooth

A Kid Again

 

 

Like a snap of a finger
My childhood gone the morning after
The dark clouds started to pour
And washed my heart’s grandeur

Before, I always play
Now, In my dark room I stay
Back then, we used to bond
Now, horrors of life to me has dawned

From the swaying of the swing
to answering every ring
From balancing in the seesaw
to condemning my every flaw

From running in the hills
to chugging down the pills
From enjoying the mountain breeze
to being down on my knees

From fearing the roar of thunder
to fearing one another
From playing under the sun
to hiding from everyone

From playing hide and seek
to having a busy week
From wanting all the candy
to having greed of money
If I could turn back time
I’d give away my every dime
It’s getting hard to take in
Just wanna be a kid again

-The Demented

 

This poem is a response to the daily prompt: 
Childhood

The Voices Inside My Head – Why I Write

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Credits to fashioniq.com

“I write because…..”

Before I finish that, I have just reached 350 visitors today (Yeyyy!) and therefore, I’d like to take this moment to thank everyone who viewed this blog and to my regular readers.  Now that I got that out, allow me to  say why I’m writing this post.

Most of us who write have reasons as to why we do so. Everytime I visit a blog and read an article, I appreciate its beauty and then I wonder “Why does he/she write?”. So for my readers who are probably asking the same question, this is for you. (or for those who have never read my work, maybe this will convince you to read my pieces.)

To those who have already read a few of my works here, you have probably observed that though not all, most of what I write are dark in nature. I’ve written pieces about death/suicide (A Date with the Dead), failure (Nine Lives), unrequited love (Hopeless, Not Romantic), daily stress and woes (The Breakfast Drama), vices and bad habits (Stories Behind Bad Habits), disdain towards someone (Full Moon Blues), dangers of “being yourself” (Dangerous Business) and even isolation and introvertion (Isolation Nation), etc.

And so, let me continue the first sentence I was about to write.

I write because there are voices in my head. No, I’m not literally demented, as what my username might suggest. The voices I’m referring to are the ideas swirling inside my mind. These voices dictate every word that I type, every sentence, every stanza, every rhyme.

These voices didn’t just exist out of nowhere. They were born after every crucial life event. After I grieved, after I had my heartbreaks, after I had my failures, but also after every lesson I’ve learned. Nevertheless, as explained in my first post (Step Inside My Mind), the things I write aren’t entirely about me. Therefore, the voices in my head aren’t all just mine. Some of them are from my friends, some of them from my family members, some of them from people online just like you. Their life experiences inspire me to write. When I talk to people heart-to-heart, I realize how similar we are in some ways and that we are all going through our own battles.

So while some poets get ideas from staring at the sun, roaming around the city and smelling the sea breeze. (Don’t get me wrong, that’s really great too and I also do that sometimes, but mostly) I get ideas and inspiration from people.

So I write not because I want to be famous. Not because I want fortune or any material thing. I write because the voices in my head are telling me to reach out. I write because they tell me that there may be others who are experiencing hardships and battles similar to mine and to the people I’ve talked to. I write so that when they read my works, they won’t feel so alone. I believe that it’s probably my Purpose. I carried on, people I knew carried on, and therefore, they can too.

That’s probably the most cliche thing you’ve read all day, right? Haha. But that’s all true, and I don’t know any other way to say it. So, do expect more works to come from me. I will keep writing for as long as I can.

So, how about you? How are you doing with your life? Have you fought unimaginable battles too? Don’t be afraid. Reach out. Talk to someone. (You can always talk to me, just see my Contact page) Or better yet, write your own blog. You can paste your link in my comment section and I will find time to read your works. I promise.

Anything will do, just follow the voices inside of you.

So, what are the voices inside your head telling you?

 

 

The Silent Killer

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Credits to liza23q (deviantArt)

In this world today,
Death comes unexpected
From illnesses everywhere
And killers who are demented

But there’s one killer
you often disregard
It’s the silent killer,
The one that strikes hard

His name is Anger,
And he lives in everyone
He lives inside us
So there’s no way we can run

At first, you’ll think
That this emotion is harmless
The hype it causes
Sometimes we even harness

But this little devil
is a tricky troll
He eats your insides till you
Lose your control

He made kings lose their kingdoms
Husbands lose their wives
And made good men end fights
Through guns, swords and knives

He slaughtered thousands
Caused nations to fall,
He burned down bridges
And instead built a wall

He divided the united,
He turned friends into foes,
He caused all kinds of trouble
Tragedies and woes

So you better be careful
Before he comes for you
For he spreads faster
Than the cold or the flu

Always be calm
Dont let your sight turn to red
Have patience and humility
Before ‘Anger’ gets your head.

-The DementED

This is in response to the daily prompt: “Angry”.

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