the struggle.(part one)
I was inspired to post this writing, by pilgrimageoflove's poem titled "I know no other like me". I wrote it in 2000 after suffering a severe car wreck and consequent concussion...during this time I became aware that i was starting to suffer from symptoms of schizophrenia. this is my story of that struggle. after reading "I know no other like me" i decided for the first time ever to share "the struggle". it is in 2 parts due to length.
the struggle.(part two)
part two of two.
Amnesia
Everytime I thought I finished it I came up with another verse. It is now finished.
Nurse
Just praising a nurses work....
Fear
those of you who have this illness probably know what I'm going through. i pray for others like me now and hope we get better very soon.
life on loan
sign the parchment of today's line inking with blood this promissory note remunerated doer significant construer shout the hilltop breath don't stop can profanity emphasize the extreme elation principally interested just being part of
Self Image
Look into yourself, tell me, what do you see? Is this what you wanted? Is it how it should be? Did you settle for second best, was it easier to gain? Or did you strive for your dreams, even if you failed again and again? Did you fake who you are
Second Chance New Beginning
You rarely get a second chance, to have a new beginning, so take this chance in both hands, and really start a living. A living free of all the drugs, and others expectation, where you can be who you are, and build your own foundation. Fo
something worth forgetting
Something recent...
Healing heart
Words spoken but can they be heard Hearts broken with just one word Weak is how the broken feel Until they find the strength that helps them heal
fire light
The fear or being unwanted alone and getting old un able to do the thing we could in a time of youth
Unsung Song
Written for a lady I was caregiver for before her death. She could only say two words...yes and no. I couldn't help but wonder what true depth she hid inside.
Sunday...
I am having a hard time today facing what I must. Fri. is the BIG, BAD day. Today, I had the longest day ever or so it seemed. I swear I wish all of this could be a bad dream. Hoping for the best and to beat this big, bad, ugly illness. I don't know what the furture brings. I pray only happier things. Thank you my poet friends for all your prayers. I love you all. Take care and Bless U! Hugz, Pink.
SENSITIVE REFINEMENT
How herbs can benefits in more ways than one xx
Anxious? Who?
I am the obsessive And I am the compulsive I sit on your shoulder And hurl abuse Everything you do Over and over I question Til you no longer Believe in yourself I will shake you and break you Until you’re a gibbering wreck Throw in a d
Bye for a While
I have been escaping here and feel I do need to balance it all better and have good break. Excuse some dumb comments on beautiful poems.
Focusing Works
this is a techniquie by Eugene Gendlin PH.D. for unlocking your inner wisdom.
Moving on
I do get dissapointed.. but I must not let that impede on the life I have yet to live and to all that I can give.
This is my song!
I am the ruler of this court Hear what I say Listen to me I sing what ever I want I have an attitude Like I am the queen Don't mess with me These are My rules my tunes I sing my song I have found my voice I have an atti
live
i feel happy Iam now 60 years old and still alive
Lost Never To Be Found
Straight from my heart. Prayers please. Due for another surgery next week. Thanks. Bless u.
Life
life can be hard at times
A little chat
My heart woke me in pain last night, My mind was awake having coffee and writing in dreams, how can I help? come here, sit! I´m listening. Heart said: why? You´ll never know, don´t ask stupid questions, did it hurt? Yeap, it did. It w
What
What path is taken Cannot be taken back And footprints mark And wash away Like memories we thought Would be remembered A journal always open Better left blank
Piscean Peace
silence tide waves of comfort soothe my ears cool my soul wash my heart liquid quiet with closed eyes some imagine death dark and still dormancy mine transcendence welcome spirit released to wander explore return wringing wet with r
Am not sick
I see girls here I see girls there I cannot make a POST CS doesnt allow me to, Girls becomes GHOST !!! (haahaahaa there are girls, even better if i say boys also, they try to find MEN-IN-BLACK, sometime they try to gues 'M out using MACHEI
Covid Shot
I am screwed for this weekend, but this will allow me some more freedom in the long run.
FEEL
MASKING YOUR TRUE FEELING....
the woes of depression
introspection on depression and something i'd realized in light of it.
NOTHING PERSONAL (from one who knows...)
Face it Death’s a bit of a disappointment I hope nothing will be spoiled here but it is definitely not what it’s been cut out to be Its colossal build-up over the centuries is absolutely unjustified and its terrifying caricatures often
where are my wings
I have PTSD and was trying to express my recovery. I dont know if it will make sense to you but it makes complete to me
Sleep poem
Yawn, ah I need some bed time, this should do it, try to get through it without nodding off haha.
Be Still
Chill ......
The Bacteria Boot
My Poem is the start of a future song to be sang and carried by everyone anyway they would like to do it even if a Robot like Titan wants to, in Hopes the Super Cure is made in every country and alot of peoples lives are saved! Carry it on! Thank You! Steven Wojciechowski
greeting
to greet my self
Monthly Hell
A poem about period/menstruation from a person with hypothyroidism. I wrote it because I believe talking about menstruation should not be a taboo. I'm totally fine, just want to try to create a poem.
mijn oorlog
een stukje voor mij zelf soms helpt schrijven
LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL ...
BEEN KICKIN' MY HEELS ON THIS SITE FOR QUITE A SPELL NOW AND IT SEEMS LIKE THERE IS ....... LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL ...:>)
Invincible
I wrote this when my Mom was diagnosed with cancer
"It's No Fun To Have A Cold"
It's no fun to have a cold, It makes you feel all sick and old, You itch, and sneeze, and cough and weeze, And scratch your nose, like it's got fleas, An acheing rumbles in your head, And all you want to do, is stay in bed, With tissues scatt
this poem is in 3 parts
Living with chronic depression and love gone sour.
dental pain
Visiting the dentist