The bed is cold beside me
while into my pillow I weep.
The smiles and romancing
the laughing and good times.
Memories taunting and dancing
thru my weary mind.
You I miss
when the nights turn cold.
In your embrace, your kiss
our world would unfold.
My pillow is damp...
and emotions, and it helps me keep a timeline of what obstacles I was battling at different points in my life. I love looking back on old writings and seeing how my thoughts have evolved and how I have changed as a person. that's why I love ep so much. I love being able to put...
Before I can begin to heal myself, I know I must first understand what it is that has hurt me. What has hurt me, and why I feel this way, are not always obvious. Talking to people can help work through these things, but that requires bringing someone (and their ideas and...
I started writing when I was working through my rape. I would go through black times where I would be in a hole and when I looked up there was NO LIGHT! During that time I would write how I felt... those were really tough times as one who writes knows that one must basically...
of class Winter Rams77 twentynine stars laid on the slabs of granite.
Rah stood to the side this was becoming too much. He knew that she was there. His first born in disguise. Why would she seek to be released. How many would pay for her walk. Who paid for this one? He glanced...
when we played add children
And when we laughed like hyenas
I loved you when you moved away
I loved you when your daughter was born
I loved you years later when you loved me back
I loved you when you left again and when I didn't exist to you.
I'll love you in the future
i write. i dont like to share my feelings with nobody else but myself, so writing is the perfect way to feel better. the paper became my best friend, a "person" to who i can tell anything and that will always comprehend me. writing is my theraphy, definetely.
I had high hopes of never returning to EP, but alas. It is quite a good place to write things.... An "electronic journal" if you will.
I'm going to be using EP mostly as a way to get my thoughts out of my head. I've been stressed a lot lately, and everything, no matter how...
I could get lost in the world
I found in your arms.
Your voice is the only music
my ears ever need hear.
These cliches of poetry
scream my truths
and I can find no other way
to express my longing,
my love and my devotion.
Take these cliches
and do with them what you...
my soul is standing right in front of me but I cannot see her , for she is so hidden and tied down by self doubt and insecurities that every time she tries to break free she can't and gets another cut on her beautiful silhouette .
just a dream, until it's not.
Reach beneath consciousness,
this fleshed-out reality,
and take hold of a whole new world, no magic carpet needed.
A house of mirrors reflecting
the innermost thoughts of man
where life is breathed into
every throw-away moment,
sweet nothing's in my ear , of past loves and lonely lullabies , we're a on going cycle of beauty and love like this circle that goes around in life . The circle of life and love . We're here for you . Everyday . We are the moon the earth, the stars the grass , the graduate of...
"Close the door, write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer." - Barbara Kingsolver
and stroll through our winter wonderland.
To experience beauty
Instead of only duty.
Bound by wedding rings
And our desire to do "the right thing".
Without you here to warm me
I shall resent the snow for eternity.
What I cherished is no longer
But everyday with this pain makes...
I have always written as a form of my feelings and and such. Since I can remember I have Poetry for 9 years old. I love writing it calms me down and helps me to unwind or put my hurt, happiness, etc on paper. I don't know what I would do if I was unable to write. I write mostly...
Shaking the fake core and the support system that is suppose to be there.
Only way to recover, retreat in a sheltered cave until the worst is over. Covering her head and hoping for the best results.
Possibly when the dust settles, she will rejoin the only world she needs...
..should some come with Warning labels?
For those who have not known me for the past 25 years I was one of those moms who done as much as I could by the book, very conservative (Very) and watched everything I done always making sure I was the best mother I could be. I would...
I’m fighting the urge to immediately say I’ve always written just to have ‘someone’ to talk to. It sounds a terrible indictment of my friendships, but especially when I was a teenager I didn’t have a plethora of friends I could share some of my thoughts with...
Told me he couldn’t remember the
Last time he cried
Much had to be released.
It’s okay, really
You’ll feel better. It’ll get better. You’re doing your best.
Having had clutter to clear,
In Silence we parted.
It took days but clutching my
Pillow, the watershed...
and just found it in my notebook. It's terrible I know, but I've shared so much with you guys, and wanted to post this too. You're not alone <3
A trust so strong that you'd never find
A love so deep, an eternal bind
Broken, twisted, wrecking her mind...
And there was a guy who couldn't stop staring at her.
First, he talked sweet. As if she was the most incredible person ever. As if she was the prettiest woman on earth. As if nothing would matter other than being with her.
They talked and talked. And talked.
Then he asked her...
the love of the Sun,
two cosmic forces fated
to merge into one.
An explosion of creation,
brought forth from the Son
ignites life from the core,
new day has begun.
Inspired with light,
the Earth turns and it spins,
mesmerized by the Sun,
its glorious friend.
who is in prison, it helps me cope and get things off my chest . It really helps me deal with stress, anxiety, and depression instead of resorting to other things. I try to keep calm and live my life even though I'm really upset. I find the writing helps
and getting on...
It was last spring that I had first begun to wake with the dawn and allow the evening's dusky softness to still me. This cosmic shift to my inner clock, I think, was my primal subconscious attempting to naturally give a parameter to the endless, timeless...
I write to tell the unspoken words that I keep bottled up
I spit the fire my heart yearns to release
I'm going to chew up all these other poets and show ‘em what makes my brain twist and turn with endless paths that all lead to a dead-end
Listen to the words as I...
place they may find about twenty tablets and inside would find poems to short stories. Many would deal with a moment in time of either mine or someone else, other Times it is about a feeling. An example was based on female that was beaten because she was gay, and a male friend...
Writing truly is the best therapy. It is free which is always a plus. I have always been able to be completely open and honest with my pen and paper and can tell them anything I want. The pen and paper will never judge only take what you have to say and listen openly. I have done...
The ex is in bed passed out beside me. God his feet smell nauseating. He makes these smacking sounds with his lips that sound like he's sucking on some jolly rancher candy. I never thought this was cute. Now I can be openly annoyed by it! Sometimes when he rolls over he elbows me...
It gives me a way to reanalyze a situation I may have thought of differently in the moment, and then reflect back on it. I would love to write a novel or something some day. It seems like a daunting task. My wife always tells me that I am such a good writer...I like to write...
Just to make them bleed
Lest I break my heart
By healing them much too soon
And forget the lesson it brings
Let me hurt
Let me sting
Let me sink into remembering
Let me learn my lesson well
Heed the warning
In the making of scars
So in my future
I can avoid this hell...
So very very much. Some of the things I have written are lost. I have tried to reconstruct them in recent years, but it's difficult. Writing is perfect therapy for me, but these days, I'm censoring myself far too much.
Breaths that once seemed so easy before
Now, are just painful reminders..
Reminders of what is..
what could be...
And what is to come...
It's hard to breath...
And yet I take a deeper breath...
And hold it...
This is not pain I feel!!!
But I'm more concerned
About the fact
That I tried.
I made a mistake.
I told you.
We fixed it.
But I'm more concerned
About the fact
That I tried.
I pushed you away.
You forgave me.
But I'm more concerned
About the fact
That I tried.
It's too late.
and find that the open minded and accepting community will allow me to put my thoughts into words. I like the privacy this site provides, and look forward to being able to write out and process my thoughts and experiences.
pen) to be very therapeutic. Does anyone have any suggestions on creating a habit to write on a regular basis? Also, I tend to write randomly in random notebooks, date books, etc. How can I keep everything in one notebook?
all in paper, my worst times are written down, while my bests are in pictures, life is not easy, it will never be.
I like to write because like a quote says "verba volant, scipta manent", which means "spoken words fly away, written words remain". I believe that someday someone...
This is a poem I wrote about how I feel right now. I just feel like I am trying so hard and it makes no difference. :(
Sometimes I hate myself for being diverse,
Everything you want, I am the reverse.
I am not the same, I am not nice
I am not tame, you will have to tell me more...
the situation and I always feel better after it. I just wish i would have a talent for it because I don't think that what I write is good it just helps me to get over things. Anyone else who writes stuff?