Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Silenus]

Oh... and I will ponder your interesting artistic project... please... allow it to bubble for a while... I will come up with something I hope... I love the imagery of the stars...

[Silenus]

My latest poem... it's an odd painful and ultimately inspiring time of year for me... hence the poem...

Sadness
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Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I have with my father is how much of it is due to me...

Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I had with my mother is how much of it was due to me...

Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I have with my family is how much of it is due to me...

Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I have with my friends is how much of it is due to me...

There's a lot of bloody repetition here... and the common element is me...

Hmmmm... I'm detecting a pattern here...

I need to deal with the problems inside me...

Before I can be 'whatever' to everyone else...

As the plane goes down... fit your own oxygen mask before assisting others...

Hmmmm... now I'm no longer feeling sad...

I'm not selfish... I'm just trying to deal with my shit... striving to be better each time I pick myself up from the stumble or fall...

Sad..? Hell no..! I'm alive to write this... no way I'm ever sad...

[Silenus]

Word play...


Lost
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Lost in the mist of a distant land,
With a tin of mace and laughter canned,
Still air with a still waving hand fanned,
A thousand places to be to be grand.

A second-hand second-glass with one grain of sand,
Not much time to do what was planned,
Sun beating down, nowhere to hide, hide tanned,
No man's land paradoxically manned.

[Silenus]

I'm reposting that last poem of mine... this time with an intro that provides a bit of context to what was bubbling along in my head this morning... 🙂

[Silenus]

The words in your head... your thoughts... your inner monologue or inner dialogue... this is you... imagine your inner you, racing so fast as to stumble... running with scissors through the halls of your mind without a hall pass... imagine the words in your mind, racing to the point where the words fragment and no longer make sense... imagine random garbled words in the mix... imagine you, totally lost... this is a part of my bipolar... when the hypomania gets too high and synapses crackle and fry... where are you when 'you' is lost..?

Lost
--------

Lost in the mist of a distant land,
With a tin of mace and laughter canned,
Still air with a still waving hand fanned,
A thousand places to be to be grand.

A second-hand second-glass with one grain of sand,
Not much time to do what was planned,
Sun beating down, nowhere to hide, hide tanned,
No man's land paradoxically manned.

[Former-Member]

hello @Silenus

I am rendered speechless by your reply.

Breathe.......

such a lovely, kind and inspiring response Silenus. I truly thank you.

I do realise that any creativity starts from the soul and to be able to tap in to that creativity, one must believe in oneself.

Believe that I am worthy,i am important and most of all I actually do have the ability.

I just need to learn how to reach into my inner self, overcome the fear of fragility, believe in my own strength.

I need to learn to read for my self, write for my self.

i have learnt to be my self which is an important place to start.

Thank you again for taking the time to read my thoughts.

I love the depth of your thinking. I am a very deep thinker and there are not too many of us. I myself tend to listen more than speak perhaps that is why I have not met many.

Your writing intrigues me.

I do not wish to invade your privacy in any way but would like to ask:

Has any of your writing been published?

A yes or no will suffice. no other information needs to be disclosed.

Look forward to reading more of your thoughts.

stay safe

[Former-Member]

Hello @Silenus

I want to respond - there is so much feeling in here.

I have to do this later though.

thank you again

[Appleblossom]

Hi @Silenus and @Zoe7

I have much agreement regarding corruption and bureacracy.

I certainly dont think paying one's taxes is the highest ideal, but have had to field the outbursts of far too many who are angry about paying them .. 

@Former-Member so glad you have found another gem on this site ...

nah

not torquing about U @Silenus ...

[Former-Member]

me thinks you hath a humour and I like it

[Former-Member]

love this especially If we want to get really deep, it's all imagined... after the event has happened, it is gone... memory is an illusion... all of it is imagined... hahaha... every single memory in our minds... imagined... every single thought... imagined... every single feeling... imagined... hahaha...

This very concept of self... imagined...