Nov 102014
 

Stoned Razor Blades 

Stoned razor blades, 
Strewn over the floor, 
Drenched entirely with blood – 
As another lost soul bleeds out, 
Leaving nothing behind but her fragile skin. 
Her mask was cracked. 
She could not escape the voices 
That were eternally calling her home. 

Mags Alden, June 26, 2009 

Fragile souls often are more gifted and know what it is to operate out of love.

Jan 162010
 

Collide Sensitively

When we collide it doesn’t have to make a mess.

You’re a gift from heaven above –
Your mission on Earth
To show me the true meaning of love.
I might push you away
And say I’m better on my own,
But in my heart
You have made your home.

God has allowed you to see
The tenderness in me,
So you can caress my skin sensitively.
Then ours souls will collide as one.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 18
Jan 102010
 

Surrender

When every ounce of fight has gone.

Surrender to the sirens ringing in my head –
Resistance is futile my brain cells are dead.
The dreams that kept me flying have turned to vapor.
Entering the eternal mist –
Staring blankly at the ceiling –
Regret to exist.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27
Jan 102010
 

Gift of My Heart

The angels allowed me to see the intense pain that someone close to me goes through in a very unconventional way. Naturally I could feel and experience their pain. It has changed me as I am as a person.

Concentration shattered,
Intensity broken,
Angels’ voices break through the silence.
Ability given to you,  this once,
To feel the immense pain of the broken heart.
Can you feel my heart?
The angels hand it to you
So that you can truly see
What it is like to live like me.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27
Jan 092010
 

Bathe

Soaking in his liquid love
Drenched from tip to toe.
Mending the scars
Embedded in my soul.
I can find my voice scream.

Mags Alden, April 5, 2009
Jan 082010
 

Fragments

True stillness takes time.

Stuck with words lodged in my brain.
Like bullet fragments not quite the same again.
When darkness fell, like a blanket covering my mind.
I knew stillness would never be a friend of mine.

magsalden, Apr 6, 2009
Jan 072010
 

Curse of the Black Dog

The very essance of you gets torn away.

Once the black dog’s fangs tear away your flesh,
The core of who you are has died forever.

Mags Alden, May 18, 2009
Jan 072010
 

Cyclic Nightmares

The black dog lurks around every crevice of my being.
Advance payed in her rent so an eviction she can evade.
Not one pinch of colour on the walls of my cell –
Just the stench of shattered dreams –
A pinch of cyclic nightmares –
My private hell.

Mags Alden, April 21, 2009
Jan 072010
 

Family Affair

Have to learn to cope with the family in my mind.

The Black Dog has tightened his noose
Of torment around my mind –
Using his cousin Psychotic to intensify its grasp.
Can’t use my psychedelic euphoric pills to alleviate the strain.
Otherwise The Black Dog’s niece Hallucinogenic will join the family affair.
Where can I go? Where can I hide?
This family of madness is consuming my mind.

Mags Alden, June 25, 2009
Jan 072010
 

Etched Within Their Wings

Message laced dreams, I hope you have some.

Angels whispering to me
Shattering the darkness that enslaves me in leg irons cold.
They enlarge my heart’s capacity
To grasp hold of the river’s love that continuously flows –
Like a gushing torrent from the throne of glory glow.
Angels waiting to bathe the tips of their wings
To protect the messages etched within so they can fly
And lace our dreams in destiny.

Mags Alden, May 3, 2009