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


Savior Syndrome

You’re a time bomb
With a switched off ticker
You’re a loaded gun
But nobody wants to pull the trigger

You act like you’re a savior
But at best, you’re mediocre
An unnecessary Batman
To a non-existent Joker

You say you can save me
But you’re the one that needs saving
You talk like a saint
But you’re often misbehaving

Im not saying I dont need to be saved
Maybe I do,
But if anyone could, I know it’s not you
Before you try to save me,
Save yourself.

-The DementED

Sometimes, the simplest sounding poems may mean more than what your common sense dictates . ūüôā

You might also want to check out: A Maiden’s Affliction

Photo credit: Kaleo Li of Pinterest

Genuine Smile

Silhouette nights, trying to bind your new face.
Riptide days, wasn’t too soon anyways
So here it goes, temporary bliss.
Ohh, but it’s only hit or miss.

Blemish in my mood,
Poison in my food,
Pebbles in my shoes
Running out of booze

Silhouette dreams, trying to give false hopes
Stormy days, steeping up the slopes,
So here it goes, temporary bliss
Will you come home to our abyss

Playful eyes,
Perfect for your disguise
Trembling voice
Exposing out your noise

Would it be boring?
Ignoring everything?
Oh it’s been a while,
Since I’ve felt that genuine smile

-The DementED

Supposed to be a song but too lazy to figure out the chords and add riffs. Hence, the irregularities of the poem. ūüôā

You might also want to check out my poem about vices (smoking especially): Stories Behind Bad Habits

This poem is a response to the daily prompt: Playful

The Great Pretender


You throw the punchlines,
But the joke’s always been on you
You say all the clichés
But you only speak and not do

You tell your friends to have hope
But you turn your back when there’s a slope
You tell a girl you love her,
But love for yourself you can’t even foster

You talk like you’re loud and proud,
But wear a mask when there’s a crowd
Be warned, for in this game of pretending,
You’ll only lose in the ending

-The DementED

You might also want to check out my previous poem: Smooth Seas

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


Soundcheck Sundays: Being As An Ocean

Hi there readers!

Thank you very much for reading my poems, essays and other works. Today, marks the day in which I garnered 500 visitors for this blog. It might not be much for some of you veteran bloggers, but it’s a great milestone for me. It seems like yesterday I wasn’t even aware on how to actually blog, and yet now I’m almost doing it on a daily basis. Bottomline, I’m happy with what I’m doing, and for as long as I get a single view daily, I’ll keep doing it.

Anyway, as thanks, I would like to start a segment in my blog called Soundcheck Sundays. (Not just as thanks. I actually planned to this all along. hihihi. Wait, did I just type that?)

What do I mean by Soundcheck Sundays? Well, we will be checking out sounds, of course. Sounds are great ways to inspire us to write our own piece. Like the chirpping of the birds.. but what I mean about ‘sounds’ here is music. Aside from inspiration, music is a great way to lighten our moods or boost our emotions. Bottomline is: music¬†is a necessity to human life. Therefore, I , together with other minds, will help you discover new songs weekly.

Every sunday, I’ll feature a non-mainstream band or artist from any genre, and shed a piece of my brain while doing so (not literally though, I heard that’s dangerous and can cause permanent brain dam.. ahh, anyway).

So, to start off, let me feature the first band for “Souncheck¬†Sundays”:

Introducing, the American band from Alpine, California. Give it up for:

“Being As An Ocean”


Being As An Ocean formed in 2011. They started when Tyler Ross, Ralph Sica , Joel Quartuccio , and Shad Hamawe  left their previous band, Vanguard, in search of a new sound.

Current lineup (in order with the photo) :


  • Michael McGough – Vocals , Rhythm Guitar
  • Joel Quartuccio – Vocals
  • Tyler Ross – Lead Guitars
  • Ralph Sica – Bass
  • Jesse Shelley – Drums (not on the photo)


They are currently signed with Equal Vision Records, and this band is indeed rising quickly and is starting to have a very solid die-hard fanbase (which includes me, of course).

Just a little heads up, Being As An Ocean is a melodic hardcore/post-hardcore band. Which means, they have a lot of screams on their songs. So to those of you who don’t like screams or hardcore stuff, you might wanna tread lightly. But wait, this band isn’t your ordinary post-hardcore band. This band gives you the #feels like no other. So if you haven’t listened to a single post-hardcore band but are curious and would want to explore, then I actually believe BAAO is the right band to start with.

Musical style – As I’ve said this band is a melodic hardcore band, they incorporate screams to their songs as well as heavy sounds and riffs. But I would like to label the sound of this band as “poetrycore”. Why? Their lyrics are not your ordinary hardcore lyrics, they’re very poetic and moving. They offer raw emotions at the table, even a grown man would shed a tear listening to their songs. They¬†even add spoken words to most of their songs.

If you don’t get a little bit moved after listening to a BAAO song, then you have to doubt yourself if you are actually human. It’s much better to hear it for yourself than take my word for it, right?

So, let’s start slow, shall we? start of with this song:

“The Sea Always Seems To Put Me At Ease”


So did you like what you heard? Pretty cool, huh?

Oh did I forget to mention that they’re a Christian band? Nevertheless, If you’re not a christian, I doubt you would mind, because this band is still beautiful. But if you insist, let’s move on to a song that’s less christian-ly. A little heads up, it’s about to get heavier.

“The Hardest Part is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget”

Talk about a hard-hitting title and even harder-hitting lyrics. Hear it out:


Just listen to the lyrics. If that didn’t move you, then perhaps this really isn’t your boat (or your ocean). But wait there’s more, here comes my favorite song from these guys.

“Death’s Great Black Wing Scrapes The Air”


If that didn’t move you enough, just check out the entire lyrics here:¬†Lyrics for Death’s Great Black Wing¬†. The lyrics, melody and instruments were enough explanation as to why this is one hell of a song. (or heaven, but we rarely say one heaven of a song, right?)

To end this weeks segment, I’ll end with their latest single, and still quite a gem:


This is their first song after signing with Equal Vision Records (they were formerly from InVogue Records)


Other noteworthy songs


So there you have it. Being As An Ocean. A band that offers alternating calmness like the calm seas on a sunny day, and angst like an ocean amidst a storm.

That’s it for this week’s Soundcheck¬†Sundays.

So it’s time for me to ask you questions: What do you think about Being As An Ocean? What band/artist do you want me to listen to and feature next week? And what is your overall taste for music? ¬†What other elements can I add to ‘Souncheck Sundays’? Drop your answers¬†in the comment box below or email it to me (Contact), and I might feature your blog next week.

Thank you very much, and keep in touch for more poems, write-ups and ‘soundchecks’. Have a great week! ūüôā


You might also want to check out my tribute poem to the late Muhammad Ali: ¬†The King Is Dead ‚Äď A Tribute To Ali


The King Is Dead – A Tribute To Ali


In a world full of warriors,
He was feared by inferiors,
Many of them kept fighting
but there is only one true king

His name is Muhammad Ali,
Floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee,
Dreaded for his strategy,
Cause they can’t hit, what they can’t see

He moved flawlessly in the ring,
Like a butterfly you can’t capture,
But his punches like a bee sting,
causing blood of his foes to rupture,

The Thrilla in Manila,
was like King Kong vs Godzilla
He went toe-to-toe with Joe,
As the world watched every blow

In the end he got the victory,
A perfect ending to a trilogy,
And everyone knew his name
For he got skill, fortune and fame

But it wasn’t just about boxing
Ali was more than one thing,
He has helped those in need,
Clearly a man showing no greed,

Now, the young study his every move,
He has nothing left to prove
So even though he is deceased
His memories will never cease

His glory was immense
The world knew what he’s about,
But now the king is dead,
for in the end, life knocks you out.

-The DementED

RIP Muhammad Ali (formerly Cassius Marcellus Clay, Jr.)

Write your own tribute for arguably the greatest boxer of all time, too.

While you’re at it. Check out maria9saif’s cute art about Ali’s famous quote here. I really liked it!

You might also want to check out my previous poem:  A Kid Again

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: 

A Maiden’s Affliction


Her high-pitched scream reaches my ears,
And every bone in my body shivers
She made a home inside my head
So I’ll write her every whisper

Her black lipstick matches the color of her heart
Like the effervescent still waters
Stitches in her skin are like art
And the scars were finishing touches

She eats makeup just to stay skinny
And puts laxatives in her face
She’ll pull the trigger anytime
But she’d rather just sit and wait

The tips of her nails, she bites and chews
But she barely touches her food
She has friends in her front
But none on her rear, just knives already glued

Wrapped around her neck the constricts of society,
and a weight left on her shoulder
For every dream she had, and every man who broke her heart
a bruise left as reminder

Tongues like daggers everywhere
and eyes like laser beams
She can’t go out without an armor
A figure to talk to and a box to dwell
is all she really clamors

-The DementED

Cheers to all the ladies going through the woes brought about by society. You’re beautiful. Please live on. ūüôā


You might also wanna check out: The Voices Inside My Head – Why I Write

or related poems: A Date with the Dead, Hopeless, Not Romantic

The Voices Inside My Head – Why I Write


Credits to

“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?