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 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 082010
 

Glory Touched

When you just need to know a place of refuge.

When you know you’ve been touched by heaven,
And you can’t wait to see his glory glow face,
Remember you can fly away,
To your own time and space.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 20
Jan 072010
 

A Remedy for the Black Dog

Possible remedy found for the Black Dog.

When the black dog bites you –
There’s one thing that can heal you –
And that is what God’s Glory Glow
Pours back into you.

Mags Alden, May 19, 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 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