The "almost" complete works of Derek Neilson

Words are powerful things , They can make you feel like a king, Or they can make you feel small, Like you're not worth anything at all. But words can also be sweet, Like the smell of cinnamon in the air, They can make you feel happy and loved, And they can be just what you need To get through the tough times.

Every poem is a world of beauty A place to escape the mundane To explore new ideas and emotions To find meaning in the chaos Every poem is a world of beauty A place to be yourself To be vulnerable and honest To connect with others on a deeper level Every poem is a world of beauty A place to heal and grow To learn about who you are and who you want to be To find hope in the darkness

I have a blind spot , A place where I can 't see , And it 's growing larger every day . I try to ignore it , P ret end that it 's not there , But I can feel it staring at me , M ocking my attempts to hide . It 's like a black hole , S ucking the light from my life , And I know that someday it will consume me completely .

My human hits me and it makes me sad I c ower in the corner , trying to make myself small I don 't know why they 're so mad I just want to make them happy and make them smile But no matter what I do , it 's never enough They yell and they hit me and it just feels so rough I wish they would stop , I wish they would see That all I want is their love and support But instead I 'm stuck here , living in fear W ond ering when they 'll lose their temper again And I 'll be the one who pays I try to be good , I try to be calm But it doesn 't matter , I still end up in their palm I am just a dog , I can 't understand Why they 're so mean , why they can 't just love me But I guess that 's just how it is My home is not a safe place , not for me or for my kids We all c ower in the corner

They come in the night , sl ithering through the shadows of my mind . I can feel their slim y tentacles probing , search ing for a way in . They are the things that lur k in the dark corners of my psyche , the monsters that hide in my subconscious . They are the things that I try to forget , but they always find a way back .

I am the bring er of madness I am the un rave ller of sanity I am the destroyer of reason I am psychosis I come in the night I come in the day I come in the morning I come in the evening I am the whispers in your ear I am the voice in your head I am the darkness that surrounds you I am psychosis I am the fear that grips you I am the anxiety that eats at you I am the depression that engulf s you I am psychosis I am the memories that haunt you I am the nightmares that torture you I am the terror that paraly zes you I am psychosis I am chaos I am destruction I am death   I am psychosis