Eternal Rage

When my rage builds like the bursting flame
Shattered through my veins like glass
Glittering painful cutting my soul,
Hoarded deep the surface rage Continue reading

To Cry

Cry for life, for release
To mourn lost hope
Cry to save the soul
From buried pains
Cry to escape
The wretched wastes of mind
Cry to renew and find
Yourself in brighter days
Cry to remember or cry to forget
To erase or to dwell
Cry for all these of for nothing
Other than to cry
Crying can feel horrid
In it’s delightful release
So, cry, just cry

The Treacherous Bay, Love

I comment my code, my verse my soul,
In hope to guide the heart to port
I paint the threads that bind and twine
How it troubles ever so that sea we row
Lost she was, I traversed ahead in love and here
Lay the beacon beaming bright
A light house my experiences I use
How can I relate alas for narcissistic
As I am, only I know my views not his
If I find my heart tangled true
With emotions misguided it’s true
it’s because I keep dreaming her

So tell me what is in a name
That Shakespeare said a rose the same
But here she came, because of what?
Because he shares my name?

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Anger’s King (Nov 16 2012)

By Damien Knight

Yeah, I love you, I hate you
I feed on anger, I use it
That’s why I do what I do
I take pleasure in regrets
I consume those mad at me
When they hate with everything
I’m so important you see
In your mind I’m rage’s king
And I know I shouldn’t celebrate
That so many despise my name
I should behave but I feed on hate
My dear I have no shame

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Fade Away

By Damien Knight

Dropped tears down a crystal face.

I’m glass, a shattered flower vase.

Never allowed my beauty.

You robbed me of my petals.

You stole my shine,

All for your own benefit.

I had aspirations, dreams

You tore each one at the seams

I won’t let you haunt me

I shake away the chains

Of bitter memories

So fade away darkness

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Motivational Monday: The Candle in the Darkness



Some months back a big YouTube family lost two of their children in highly publicized CPS custody battle. I won’t name the family, I am sure we all know who I am talking about and their heinousness does not deserve more air time. Just know they were a “Prank Channel” where the pranks were them screaming obscenities at the youngest step child until he cried. He literally was the red headed step-child.

Why am I bringing this up on a motivational Monday? Good question you see during all that I had avoided seeing the “prank videos” and blocked out the story because it was very similar to stuff I suffered. Having my step sisters favoured over me, constantly being called dumb blond or some other insult, having my favourite toys literally thrown away or broken in front of me, and having my parents encourage my step sister to beat me up. While I know they might read this and deny they hurt me I know my past. I know my darkness. I saw those videos today.

It wasn’t intentional, a friend, one who was well meaning, shared it and Facebook auto played it when I scrolled. The flashback happened immediately, I was a scared teenager all over, I was that boy in the video being accused when I hadn’t done a thing wrong. I curled up in a corner and was bawling. Even now it’s hard to not have tears in my eyes. This is not how you treat a child you love.

The candle, the candle to my past is right there in front of me. As I cried my son heard me and came. His arms wrapped around me, I told him how much I loved him and how sorry I was for yelling at him so much. He and his sister just sat their in my arms like babes. Light a candle, forgive.

I do forgive my family, we have grown past so much. I will always struggle with PTSD but I can’t curse the darkness. I know that while I had a difficult childhood I am not the only one who has. My own parents both grew up in tough childhoods. I don’t know much about their lives but I know it was no cake walk and abuse is often a pattern one I hope to keep on breaking.

Happy Monday and stay Motivated!


By Damien Knight

The warrior wakes surrounded by dead
Mind spinning, ghosts in my head
Blood spills like wine out of me
Here I die my soul set free
No more bloodshed, no more war
I shan’t drink sorrow anymore


By Damien Knight

I don’t want to let go
I don’t want this world to know
What I feel or what i think
I am cold heartless on the brink
Of destroying myself
I put life up on the shelf
I am shadow shadow gone
But life does carry on
With out dream’s reality
And blind might we see