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.
Mirror
It is about one that feels pain and sees it in others yet feels it difficult at the same time for the individual to accept it making excuses for the feelings that is present and stating that the issues are nothing as the ones others have to face.
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
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
body body body
whatev
Inside Me
You look at me what do you see A body bent, misshapen Features slack with drooling mouth And fingers constant twitching The only sounds my mouth escapes Are grunts that sound so pig like Body trapped in chair on wheels No way for me to move
"3"
go figure
Roe v. Wade
Not your Body, Not your Fetus, NOT YOUR F*CK-ING CHOICE
Autumnal Mornings
Introspection on depression and autumnal mornings.
MOVEMENT AND MUSIC.
gentle line dancing for the elderly......they may not be able to turn sharply anymore, but they can enjoy.....
MY HEAD HURTS
Tingling sensation needles pins, starts in hand. The fun begins. Straight to face all along the arms. too late, No warnings No alarms! Numbness moves, cheek lips tongue. Oh yes! Oh boy! We’re gona have fun. Wish the ground would st
ELSEW-here.
It is about having OCD. Always being split between it, and the rest of reality.
SENSITIVE REFINEMENT
How herbs can benefits in more ways than one xx
Entirety
Over heard two women talking
Nurse
Just praising a nurses work....
Corona
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.
Not A Loner
Nothing to say because it's written on it. Simple question like "are you okay?" really could help someone or people to feel better. OR at least prevent suicide.
TRYING TIMES.....
As street lie silent, but lights shine bright Life seems difficult, though not all fight When nature shows, how to continue Twilight's ruddy glows, sending clues Evening looms ahead, families at home A lockdown ensures, we mustn't roam Vital
Children are ill
Only got one eyes today due to welding flash and kids are at home ill, not having a good day :-(
FEEL
MASKING YOUR TRUE FEELING....
TOUGH AIN'T ENOUGH
We show our power We show our strenght We use our muscle to fight in Show our bravery from within Tough ain't enough Though how much we show up When hardest problems sucks Our minds may be in state of shock Enjoy life be happy Don't take
The Power of Acceptance
I have sence found out once having a stroke the affected area can worsen over time and I believe I've lost a bit more of my short term memory, ya I know it sucks. Once you accept you can go on to create new miracles in your life.
REDEMPTION
i composed this poem dedicated to all individuals (both genders) having traveled on, or are currently walking on, the horrific road entitled "Anorexia." My intent is to instill "hope" into their thought patterns...I'm pleading to depend on our Heavenly Father...HE, unlike countless counselors, will bring you into "the LIGHT," so to speak. Allow HIM to do so...sending love...{i am currently at an ideal, healthy weight.}
Judge me not from guddudenz
When I wrote it, it was hard finding the exact words to match my feelings. It is not targeted at anyone, its just saying what I saw when I was in that rehabilitation center, to what I see now.
CHILL OUT
in the morning rush of a daily routine how neat it is to find a short few moments to sit and be still and simply just unwind with a music tape playing softly maybe in the garden maybe in a chair maybe rest your eyes lighten up your cares
this poem is in 3 parts
Living with chronic depression and love gone sour.
Stronger Everyday
For My Mom who was in the hospital
It's Going To Be Better.
__ --- --- - Being made of glass : sure is a pain in my a** I can't fall down and told, not to spin around Its dangerous to do anything So i'll sit here and purely sing. Hit a high Note to : kill myself We all know it
Come on
https://www.facebook.com/Enjoy-life-with-world-111341083893116/
“Mirror”
Wrote this some years ago when in a darl time in my life :-)
The Oriental Times
Time changes attitudes
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
the Old Age
Nonet A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
Keys
Clipped wings and hobbled ankles His idea of love Blinders and in a box His idea of love Why did I give him the keys? A jogger jogs to clear the head I have heard that said A dancer dances and the artist paints For the glory of the audienc
for want
The old man sat nearly motionless pen to paper laid head slightly bent as the young man stepped from nowhere with menace in his hands "Give me all your words, the ones with the patina" "ones that when rubbed, shine brightly in our dim lig
Healthcare in America
It's just like the poem says
In the Arms of Despair
I witnessed a drug overdose of someone who survived, this is my way of dealing with it trying to view it from their point of view.
get well
i wrote it about a dear friend who was sick,my intention was to put a smile on her face.
I Will Live
I wrote this in coping with my RSD and how it may effect and affect those who deal with this condition. Just some reflection on the thoughts that those with Chronic Pain or Conditions experience daily it trying to manage what they are going through. We all experience periods of distress during our lives and the way our thoughts and emotions control our abilities to overcome our challenges. It is when we can accept our situations and acknowledge that ultimately we are the only one in control of our reactions to these situations that we can eliminate the suffering and anguish that manifests itself in our lives. Then we can learn to LIVE, no matter what life's obstacles may present us with. ... Peace to all
Denial/Soberity
I wrote this poem to try to relieve the frustation I was having living with family who were addicts, One day I thought if I could explain it from their point of view maybe I could understand and handle situation better.Basically my form of therapy.