fearless. I say nay!! For the mighty is something innocent, unremarkable.
I am here to tell you I would love to be compared to grass. Yes. The grass in a field or your yard. Compare it to you and your life. Its been rained on, flooded, sleet, snow, frozen. Starved for water in...
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...
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...
All the time, it pounds so loud. Went years without noticing, from day to day. Now can't shut it the flip up, it's got so damn much to say. "You've treated me so poorly, y'know... Hiding me within the dark. I need air & light & connection, here, or I begin to Hurt. You...
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...
lay, dreading sleep
Echoes of a heartbeat
Can I really just let go?
Would heaven forgive me, when I lie awake
Every night, knowing my mistakes
Darling, I feel you kick
You keep reminding me, I'm capable of love
Today wasn't good, I'm not okay
Blood spills across the table
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...
because I have to get those negative thoughts out of my system and have them replaced with good thoughts ... I like to know what people think about my situation too because this gives me a different perspective to my circumstances
Got caught singing out loud in dribbling rain in the parking lot, “you're in a good mood, ma'am!”, said somebody walking behind me. Oh yeah!
Now, just realized that I never thought of the “what’s after” part. Excitement has been built up for days. Imagination...
but not my blood
you want my smiles but you forget im real
im more than a picture and i have a heart beating under my dress
you might think Ill stand here waiting
but i have no patience
im laying in wait
because soon ill fly
ill be stolen by someone who doesnt care about my...
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,
Whenever something is brewing in my head, and my brain just refuses to let go of it, I find it useful to put it down in words; as if giving it a form is setting the thought free to roam.
And when I write it in a forum such as this site, I like the discussions it sometimes...
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?
and right now I need a really great session!!!!! The amount of slimy, wriggling, @ss hat wearing Trolls on this sight lately is getting way above board!!!! Keep trying to remember what my momma tried to teach me, as a youngun, ifin ya don't have nothing nice to say, then don't...
one to tell everything to in my life.. i bottle my feelings up but i cant take it anymore and i always prefer to vent it out as a form of writing, like blogging or writing stories in here.. thats why i like to post a lot of stories in here. writing stories too, like i could...
lose you somewhere?
Are you following along?
You think I was blind
You think I didn't see
You played by my rules
It was always about me
I pulled the strings
I set the pace
I appreciate the effort
Thanks for the smile on my face
Your lips were so sweet
Sugar coated with...
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...
Im too curvy...too tall..
and too smart and beautiful.
Maybe ill starve myself
and hack a few ******* vertebae out of my back
I cried alone. .
But **** you
im staying tall and strong and I wont pretend to be dumb
just so you feel less like a coward...
you probably couldve...
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...
My laughter was spontaneous
And came from my heart.
My dreams were once filled
With little girl's wants
Like marriage and children
And holiday tradition.
My ambitions were high
And my future was bright
Until it all happened
What seemed like overnight.
things in my life was my childhood imagination. I remember I was going to be a scientist, an astronaut. I was going to fly to moon and still make it back in time to catch my Saturday morning cartoons. My hopes and dreams were just endless. So innocent and so pure. I miss those...
that..I havent seen it in awhile.
I wonder if she is there to mock my pain or because I so desperately want to be myself again?
I hate what Ive become.
Im drowning in an ocean of desperation as people around me ignore me while they tell me they love me.
I wonder if there is...
Even if some perfect model of the Therapy existed, it appears that we would still have to be in a very specific sense “perfectly disposed” patients to get not only full but also partial benefits from it.
In case some therapy is “not working,” the uneasy...
"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
the most beautiful people I have ever known. He was my uncle, my friend and one of the purest kindest souls Ive known. Ill never forget him or his adorable sense of humor. .I can picture him somewhere happy now singing. ..Ill miss you forever.....
probably ones id best keep to myself.
seems like things just get worse the more i talk.
i will stick with regular therapy which at least has started to help make sense of things.
ill keep writing, though probably more in my jourmal than here.
ive learned the limitations of...
of the person who's hurting you?
I do everyday.
I'd want to see what I've done to make them treat me this way.
I'd want to know the hurt I've caused them to make them say the horrible things they do.
I can't see what I've done but I must have to make you want to see me so blue...
That's when we would always talk. I'm lonely and I feel rejected. I am bitter and sad. I would love to just get on with life. I would love to stop crying. I can keep myself busy with work and church and house stuff and kids. I can see the brighter side, be content in my...
Love is a rose
But yours is the thorn.
What once was alive
No beauty remains
******** all the pleasure
And left all the pain.
The bright, vibrant colors
Have faded to gray
Sweetness that lingered
Replaced by decay.
No more can these petals
Not pretend to be someone or anything I'm not. Is that really so wrong?
I don't think so. I know in my heart I was meant to be a mom, everything else I'm not so sure of.
I know I'm a great friend. Kind, supportive, loving, caring and most of all a shoulder to cry on when things...
and mist. gone in the breeze. never leaving an impression, never noticed therefore not missed as i pass.
a totally useless entity, not to be spoken of, not to be spoken to.
return to the underworld where you dwell. to the pit that is my home. that is my place. the dark...
for myself. making up friends, new places... anything like that. I'm kinda in that transition where I don't really fit into any social group (in this small town it's either being a mom or being in college no offense to either. No kids yet, finished school.). writing about...
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...
and he is now openly gay. But before he came out he would always come to me with his problems and id always talk to him and calm him down like a good friend would. I gave up talking to my own boyfriend just to help this kid out so many times.
He came out as gay recently and now...
Slivers of her soul. At first, she recoiled in horror. But thought, "He's been hurt so... And my soul is oh so big and bright, beautifully capable of being pruned. I can give this gift to this hurting one. This one I already so deeply love." But he kept the shears nearby...