Poetry Blog by Daemon Cantrell
Big Sal on Night (Tue, 6 Nov 2018 02:17 pm)
Big Sal on Sanity or calamity? (Fri, 2 Nov 2018 08:32 pm)
I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.
Bereft of feeling
Stare into the abyss
Monday 18th March 2019 9:20 am
I was having a dark day feeling very negative I gazed out of the window and looked to the sky then Cadence came to me. I hope you share in my thoughts when you realise how beautiful things can truly be at a base level.
can you hear it? that natural cadence?
that bird song disturbing the silence
so busy so dizzy a thousand trills
gazing up to the blue sky
whirling and divin...
Friday 15th March 2019 5:56 pm
Just bewildered by the mess that is Brexit so I wrote a poem on how I view this total travesty..Enjoy"
People dictating whats left is right
but right is wrong
swimming through diction and sentences so long
revolving crisply in notes of a sombre day
wrapped in a blanket of answers
that we hear them say
fighting for a righteous effigy of a broken hope
splayed wide as we...
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:57 pm
A little poem but late for Halloween" Anyways how I feel sometimes when the darkness draws in!
The night that little slice of fear
darkness claws out as paranoia draws near
shivers like needles under my skin
images of ancient an evil resides within
my heart is pounding as I strain to see
shadows cascade ebbing and flowing then cease to be
I ask myself is someone ...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 2:13 pm
Ok been ill very badly this time so contending with everyday life has been a struggle but a little spark came through today and I was able to write a poem take from it what you will I just feel the lower eshcellon of people in this world throw away an opportunity to make change in a positive way.
Sanity or calamity?
Knowledge is the key like paper from the wood of a tree...
Friday 2nd November 2018 6:59 pm
Hey guys had a bad few days but hey ho thats mental illness have been trying to decide which poem to put up and stumbled upon this one about how I question my lifes worth and how I want my children to look at life different to the way I do.
Why did you give me life for I am going to die
I see my children's youth through a tear filled eye
I see innocence and hope an unspoi...
Friday 17th August 2018 6:47 am
I am trying to tell a story of regret of a broken relationship.
What happened did we drift apart
Our love is scattered with a broken heart
how did it arise when did it change
our tokens of love now are estranged
did we stop trying Has our love died
when did our closeness become untied
I stare at a stranger where a soul mate once stood
a betrayal r...
Sunday 12th August 2018 11:08 am
Ok this is a difficult subject for me..When I first became mentally ill I was untreated by doctors. I didn't understand what was wrong with me so I began self medicating with painkillers and I became addicted I wasn't sure about putting this poem up but maybe it will give insight to others..
I need that feeling
like floating on the ceiling
that warm fuzz inside
Saturday 11th August 2018 10:15 am
When younger I had a best mate who died a senseless death but while he was alive he was a mischevious devil!! We got into all sorts of scrapes this is about an adventure we had and my first endeavour into something called garden hopping a parkour of sorts!!
You race ahead of me
diving over the fence
I chase from behind
thrilled at the suspense
Friday 10th August 2018 8:38 pm
I love collecting things be it figures or transformers films or comics..Anything that takes me back to those golden years of actually having an imagination where an inanimate piece of plastic could take on the world and the universe beyond!!
Something so new with that new item smell
a sensory experience of which I know well
the excitement the colours the tactile feel
Friday 10th August 2018 11:57 am
A reflection of a state of mind.....
Mirror mirror what do I see
reflection of a dead man looking at me
eyes as black as a lump of coal
skin so grey like I have no soul
people tell me that I look well
the mirror says different as I gaze into hell
so mirror mirror why do you lie
make me feel bad as I focus my eyes
I stare at the mirror a stranger I spy...
Thursday 9th August 2018 3:58 pm
One of things I suffer with is recurring nightmares..I have done two poems about this subject. I feel this one was clearest to my recollection.
I close my eyes
chanting fills my mind
I feel a chill inside
branches edge up my thighs
thorns encircle my arms
I breathe to keep my calm
I see the creature with black hair
female in stature with her white eyed sta...
Thursday 9th August 2018 9:43 am
A short poem today about the beauty of loving someone .
I gaze out and see you
warmth fills my body
starting at my centre then radiating out
my mind swims in joy
you are my angel, my core, my being
as you arrive I am whole
my goddess my shield
you are everything..
Wednesday 8th August 2018 4:17 am
This is another of my poems I cared for my Grandad for 3 yrs then he passed away it affected me deeply so I wrote this.
I think back on the stories you told
sitting with you Watching you growing old
I wept over you wasting away
year after year then day after day
those mirrors in front of you
reflecting your fate
like a home shot movie
showing deaths clo...
Tuesday 7th August 2018 1:28 pm
A poem of how I wish the world would be.
Leader of men
Nostalgic or prophetic
hindsight or foresight
blinded or open minded
sick and tired or mad and wired
we all have the capability
we all have the responsibility
to look out for our own destiny
to capture the reigns of possibilities
to forge out and spread our wings
to own and not be owned by things
Monday 6th August 2018 10:03 am
This is a poem about darkness and things that dwell in those places.
Demon demon what is your name
what do you want? what is your game?
why do you follow me and cause me pain?
you have taken my family and drove me insane
all the torture and voices inside
never to be seen but I know where you hide
where did you come from? Why do you scoff?
Saturday 4th August 2018 11:01 am
A dry throat
a shaky leg
pains in my arm
a lump in my throat
playing with the zipper
on my tattered old coat
people buzzing around
a friend in the ear
things will be okay
terror is rising
a sweat covered fear
clammy hands rubbing together
will this go or is it forever
home now home
you can make it dizzy
inside can you take this
Tuesday 31st July 2018 3:59 pm