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...
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
after a bad bout with depression I started to keep a journal to better understand how I was feeling. Been over a year now and I still write at worst every other day. It helps. Writing how you are feeling in the moment is a way you can trace the peaks and valleys that are your...
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...
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.
pain in my tiny broken heart.
you might of made my issues to trust people more bigger.
might be the reason why i sleep with sadness in my soul.
Your the reason i feel more insecure of myself.
I am sad plus hurt,
but with the little bit of happiness
I got ill pick my sorry...
wish I could fly
far away tonight.
I wish I could die
but never get it right.
I wish I could cry
but I'm conquered by fright.
I wish I could try
but I've lost all my might.
I wish I could lie
but it's not worth the fight.
I wish I could fly
far away with you...
Feelings and friendships rearranged.
The rhythm of my heart was altered
the moment our self control faltered.
Our love became a hiding place
separate from real time or space.
Now there's just an emptiness
left by your kiss and sweet caress.
The time for reconciliation has...
drawn to you despite the danger
knowing the risk I still hung around
fluttering around you until you noticed
your light so bright
your aura so warm
how could I avoid this instinct
to come to you
to love you
your fire still burns
though ours was snuffed out
and I will always be...
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 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...
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...
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...
The feeling of the keys under my fingers gives me such a rush. The pen between my fingers, swiftly running over the paper, scribbling down words gives me comfort. Writing is my comfort zone, as well as reading. I laugh when my best friend threatens to take my books away and burn...
..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...
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 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...
remember your touch. I'm taken to a far away place.
I wish to get stuck,
locked in your eyes,
absorbed in your kiss.
Not even Father Sky
has been as high as this.
With a look of passion
I draw you in
for the first time, or so it seems,
you grasp my hips
and my body screams...
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!!!
who I think I am?
A questionable bystander
in my nonexistent world.
Dreaming was a necessity
for only in my dreams
was I what I wish to be.
Being touched and crying
It's been so long.
my tears revive not my dead roses...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
therapy, even if it's just retail therapy, to make us feel good about ourselves.
My therapy is expressing myself.
I love to write. It is still a dynamic way of getting ideas crystallized in your mind, and expressed too.
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...
"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
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
No, it is not a mental therapy case issue for me because I have no mental disability issues. I just love writing and do it as often as I am able to do it. I am degreed in journalism and I love writing. In my high school and college English writing assignment classes I did...
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...
I tend to freeze and shut down. I just have such an overactive mind, and I get scared and simply freeze. Writing provides a way to safely access my thoughts without fear of hostility or anger from anyone. Also if i dont like what I've written, there's a delete key. :-) I can...
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?
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...
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.
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...
My heart has never known such joy..
You take my heart and drench it in all that wonderful dreams are made of.. Then...
you set me down in a meadow of nightmares...
Where pain and agony greet me.. tearing into my flesh as a lion does when...
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...