Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Former-Member]

I'm sliding
in the thick, sticky mud, full of rot and decay
and it stinks

Who's guiding
from below or above, natural gravity takes me down
and it stinks

What applying
if you survive birth, your alive, you must live
and it stinks

I'm trying
but my claws are broken and my muscles are weak
and it stinks

Human Race
of destruction and extinction
and it stinks

[outlander]

Im sorry im not a better person, im sorry im mentally unwell
im so sorry for putting you all through this living hell.
Im sorry im not what people want me to be

im the reason your life is destroyed
and now I finally understand why your so annoyed

as I write this im weeping
im trying but I just cant stop
the darkness is creeping

im sorry im a complete mess, in a right state
I just want to deflate
slide through the cracks in the floor
then they wouldnt have to see me anymore

im sorry for being born
im sorry for being the evil spawn

[eudemonism]

Just be careful about rights reserved of you material. Cause there could be some peering eyes on the other side of one of the screens that be reading and stealing your material.

This site is designed to gather, store and collect information which is produced bye mentally ill people. It is also connected with a broadcasting network. Which makes me think. Beware. Plagiarism may be in the air.

It's a great way for them too gather new material. Which preys on people in need. And it's a safe and accommodating place with friendly faces for those people in need.

The radio stations also do it. Through text line numbers. They have data bases with thousands of texts stored on them. What a perfect way to collect information? Feed off of the population.

[eudemonism]

Sorry to spoil the fun. But ya gotta think about these things sometimes when you live in a world which is ruled bye the wicked one.

[eudemonism]

Death be upon me. Like a falling shadow. From the sky. So i am reminded of my mortality. And my plight. So it seems that life. Has made me wear a disguise. So i cannot be seen bye anyones eyes. Now if i showed my true self. You would have to lie. Because its hard to get noticed. Without a plight.

[Gypsy7]

Hi I write poetry when depressed and draw and paint when manic. Creativity is in everyone and is great therapy. Words are powerful wise words thanks. I'll now read your poems. Thanks for sharing.

[eudemonism]

I'm willing to do anything too win this game.

[Silenus]

Here's a philosophical poser for you...

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Grounded

If you were falling off a cliff, knowing you will die,
Will you look towards the ground or will you face the sky?

[Silenus]

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a feather flock together,
Always wanting to take flight... hahaha...

Spread the wings and fly... and then dive from the sky...
This eternal dance... bipolar, lost without a chance...

Icarus... phoenix... rising again to die...
Each morning I am born, and by each night I fry...
If I told you it wasn't tragically magnificent, you would know it for a lie...
As I rise once more from the ashes, I begin it again with a sigh...

I crashed, I burned, I died a death, just like any other day,
I rise again despite the pain to once more join the fray...

[Former-Member]

@Silenus

I would face the rocks