Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Silenus]

The most limiting of the six senses is the sense of self...

[Former-Member]

OMG yes!

[Silenus]

Verily did the peoples of the world mourn, for finally they realised the terrible truth... there is no truth if too few believe it, and no lie if too many believe it...

[Silenus]

How do we reach a lasting peace in our society? By reaching a lasting peace within ourselves...

That which we are on the inside is that which we project to the outside... if we are at war within ourselves, then war comes to pass outside ourselves in the greater community...

If I hate myself or others, then others will respond to that hate... rarely is love the response to hate, so in the vast majority of times, if I express hate, others will respond with hate... hate will beget hate, and the possibility of peace dwindles...

However, if I cultivate love, compassion and peace within myself, then this is what I project... more often than not, this love, compassion and peace will be responded to in kind...

As individual human beings, we do not believe that we can change something as big as the society around us... but this is how simple it is... start with yourself... project the right things outward...

[Silenus]

This morning's internal dialogue:

"Now, close your eyes and imagine a white wall painted black."

"Can't I just imagine a black wall?"

"No, silly. That would be totally different."

[Silenus]

If a quantumly entangled photon looks at itself in the mirror, will it like what the other one sees?

To a photon, a mirror is a trampoline and a laser beam is a forced march...

[Silenus]

Why exactly is a four-leaf clover good luck? Four-leaf clover is there, growing quite happily... then some bugger comes along and plucks it right out of the ground...

The same could be said for the three-footed rabbit...

[Silenus]

The unmoving inescapable barrier would not let him pass, and so he invented new conceptions of freedom within his fantasy and his spirit, beyond the power of any barrier to confine. Free to soar, the once mighty barrier faded to a distant dot, a mere mote in a god's eye...

[Former-Member]

Hate

Hate is such a powerful emotion

it will eventually destroy your mind

you'll wake and feel no need to fight it

but you can't seem to understand why

It will capture your soul, wash your body

so strong it is, it will steal your every thought

you are helpless to it's every need

a slave to it, for your soul it's bought

Be open, let the hate show, let it be

It's easier to speak true of your anger

It's impossible to set it free

For hate always has a cause

and the cause is grown by hate

you cannot turn the hands of time

and sometimes it's far too late

I wrote this poem about 30 years ago, when I think I was around scared1's age.

[BlueBay]

My head is talking -

As I lay in my bed
These horrible thoughts through my head
You know the ones
I always dread

You're not strong
You're not like me
Gee can't you see
It's gotta be me

The thoughts are dark
The room is black
The candles on
It doesn't change a thing

I must be bad
To live like this
I must be dumb
Cause it happened to me

I feel like banging
Breaking and ripping apart
I've tried myself
It hurt the pain

It's not easy to be me
I hate myself behaviour
Can't control do not strong
I hate it so much

And do the tears come down
My face
Life is not a race
But I'm to blame

I wish I could go away
To where there is peace
Love and joy
For now there is this dark room

I think I'll never get better
And no one cares
Oh well it doesn't matter anymore
I'm all alone

If you read this I hope
I Don't worry you
Pls just let me be
I'm not strong
I'm just weak as crap

I don't know why I come on here
Maybe I need support help love and hugs
It's that little girl in me
That wants to be held.

I just need to be alone
Even though I feel so alone
Destruction is on my mind
I don't know what to do anymore.