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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Okay, so here I go again, heading skyward in that relentless bipolar way... time for another poem, methinks...

 


No How

I'm heading towards the sun... Icarus flies again...
 
It gets exhausting, don't it? This constant need for awareness and mitigation of whatever mental state is in the process of going batshit crazy...
 
Bipolar...
 
Too high? Put the brakes on...
 
Too low? Try to survive it and live another day...
 
Too afraid? Tell yourself comforting bedtime stories until the Boogey Man goes away...
 
Too OCD? Repeat...
 
Too high? Put the brakes on...
 
How?
 
Learn how...
 
Apply how...
 
Then reach a state where that "how" doesn't apply...
 
Learn new how...
 
Apply new how...
 
Develop no how...
 
Know how...
 
Hahaha...
 
Repeat...

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

This is a poem about my cousin's ex-wife who we saw today after 24 yrs!!!!

 

Today I walked in and saw your smiling face

I knew it was you and just wanted to embrace

I told you who I am

And you thought oh dam!!!

 

We hugged and kissed

and reminisced

of the fun times we had

And I felt so glad

 

I'm so glad I surprised you today

And we will catch up again some day

I will not leave it another 24 years

Because that would bring many more tears

 

I am so glad I decided to just go and see you today.  It took me a lot of courage to do this, but I thought 'no I don't need anyone to tell me who to see anymore, I can make my own decisions'.  Today is the first of many more surprises, catch up with past friends, relatives in my life.  Life is too short, so why waste time.  Now is the right time, not later.

 

 

 

Former-Member
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Gotta grow, gotta know
Gotta show, gotta go
Racing on the inside
All else moves so slow

Struggling & grovelling
Everything is boggling
Racing on the inside
Suffocating, smothering



Racing on the inside

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

That's great @BlueBay 🙂

And hey @Former-Member

Share a thought... how is your universe firing tonight???

sky walker

look at me im the devil

you just pretend that you cant see

look here shrink to my level

and take a long hard look at me

look up here im in danger

teetering on the edge of death

take a minute for a lost soul dear stranger

but do not waste your breath

im a child with scars on his mind

an adult crippled by the past

walking forward with eyes set behind

and the drop is coming fast

i do a spin on the edge of a tower

and lose my hat as i take a bow

i feel the absence of definable power

and everyones looking at me now

i have come to this imposition

cos i have nothing left to lose

its no longer my decision

i cannot even choose

look up here man i am flying

only for a second before i land

look up here man i am dying

please please give me your hand

im so high i can almost see heaven

i hear the angels laughing at me

im so high i start to question

myself and my reality

but if i drop myself to street below

then ill be as low as i actually feel

i just dont know where i should go

and dont know if anythings real

i turn around to face the demons

but the stars are all i see

i slipped falling without screaming

hey aint that just like me

and by the time you come to read it

id have fallen to the street know

i didnt in any way quit

i was just forced into defeat

look at me man im in danger

i have a pain thats consumed my soul

look up here im bursting with anger

and its made me a shattered broken whole

ive yet to fall apart completely

but i feel it coming see

i know this darkness will defeat me

and even if i live i will never be free

Re: sky walker

Hey @GonePirate 😄 .... there you are ❣

There's more than one beer waiting for you in the Beer Garden .... and some new folk waiting to meet you ....

I hope we can lift your dark mood for a minute .... been missing you !!

@BlueBells came looking for you a while back too ...

️⚔❤️

Re: sky walker

here i am

speak of the devil
and the devil shall appear
the illustrious deceiver
with a smile ear to ear
the mask of a man
duct taped to his skull
the vibrant light he brings
now gone dull

Former-Member
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Oh you read my mind in female version..😅 @gone pirate..nice work

afternoon

on a dark day, afternoon

in a room full of faceless guests

like a free man i confessed

i was lost in your emptiness

i read a book, full of death

and danced happy in glee and jest

lift a cup id long layed to rest

and put my sobriety to test

though i try, tried my best

i cannot put these thoughts to bed

they fill me up, pour out my chest

and i was enslaved by the unrest

i never though to second guess

to seek an answer that wasnt yes

but i must say i have digressed

it was a cloudy, afternoon

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@GonePirate ... dude...

Beautiful raw amazing power...

Oh Cap'n my Cap'n...

Sending salt-encrusted hugs...