My demons are mostly made of desire and curiosity. The curiosity of things I've been against my whole life, Things I should be against by principal and experience, As well as the desire for the things I've tried, The things I knew I should stay away from. Desire is the worst of the demons, because oft times, it’s wrapped in lies. Desire makes you want what you know you shouldn't, Things you know would upset others, things that would bring your life Crashing down around

I keep pulling to free myself From the dead weight Holding me in the past Demons circling around Splitting my pure heart Into shreds for their pleasure I look into the mirror Only to see clouds of black A mist blinding my sight Disguising love as torture That dilutes my core To the point of exhaustion Self-defeat is defeating me As long as I believe it Andrea Lentz is a 30 year old aspiring writer from Austin, Texas, who has been driving away her life in the food

Her compliments were pouring rain, drenching the world around us, springing daises from the concrete people loved her for her positive attitude but in the dark her demons became her and I watched the mask come off every night Her compliments were pouring rain that soaked everyone but not me because I wore a rain-jacket Jon is an author and poet in Ottawa, Canada. By day he designs aircrafts, plays music, and drinks coffee. His poetry has been published by

Maybe I like being haunted sometimes Peace isn’t always the most capturing story to tell There’s something about spilling your demons Pouring them on paper, further away from you Where they can’t touch you Sharing them with others Thinking they might play well together Amy Shankle is based in Bakersfield, California. She is currently studying English and works as a freelance copyeditor. She regularly writes poetry surrounding her own struggles with anxiety and depression a