Angels Drown
My soul is caressed with angel kisses as it tries to drown out my psyche’s lament.
Mags Alden Nov 14, 2014
Nov 142014
Stoned Razor Blades
Anxiety, Black Dog, depression, Despair, Fear, Healing, Mental Health, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, Pain, Poetry, struggle
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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.
Collide Sensitively
Anxiety, Despair, Destiny, Empathy, Goals, God, Hope, love, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, Pathos, peace, romance, Sensual love, soul, Spiritual & Philosophical
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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 162010
Love Affair
Reminiscences of love.
The walls remind me of the melody you sung
The walls remind me of when our love affair begun
The walls remind me of skipping footsteps in the hall
The walls remind me of when another teardrop had to fall
The walls remind me of the melody you sung
The walls remind me of when our souls became one
Mags Alden March 30, 2009
Surrender
Anxiety, Creativity, Death, depression, Despair, Destiny, Dream, Existance, Fear, Goals, Hope, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, nightmare, Our place in the universe, Pain
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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
Gift of My Heart
angels, Anxiety, Courage, depression, Despair, Empathy, Fear, Imagination, love, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, Pain, Pathos, romance, soul, Spiritual & Philosophical
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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
Curse of the Black Dog
Anxiety, Black Dog, Death, depression, Despair, Fear, Madness, Mental Health, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, Pain, soul
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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
Cyclic Nightmares
Anger, Anxiety, Black Dog, depression, Despair, Dream, Madness, Mental Health, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, nightmare, Pain
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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
Family Affair
Anxiety, Black Dog, depression, Despair, Fear, Madness, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion, Pain
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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
The Next Cut is the Deepest
Anxiety, depression, Despair, Fear, Mental Health, Mental Health, Mood & Emotion
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Jan 052010
The Next Cut is the Deepest
The quest to relieve mental anguish.
Blades have an urge
To cut beneath my skin.
They become enraged
With their inability
To hit the very bottom –
The more they cut
The less satisfied they are.
With each new day
The blades have to inflict
More pain and disfigurement
For their thirst to be quenched.
Mags Alden, June 21, 2009