41. The Truth
Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie
Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie
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It is in the dark of night
When insomnia sings me awake
To the tune of lullabies
And the rhythm of mindful blight.
I love the intimacy between the poet and these "hindrances." The relationship between nature, insomnia and anxiety around the poet at first is inviting, and calming. It isn't until daylight,...
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Deep inside her mind,
Behind a picture-perfect smile,
Lies a desolate, lonely place
She hasn't visited for a while.
I related so much to this poem. As a middle school girl, this line from the poem, "Nobody knows her struggles. If only they would ask. She didn't have to fight this alone and hide behind a...
O.C.D., those evil eyes that stare at me,
That bully in my head,
Obsession, obsession, obsession,
Is all that can be said.
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat changed me to this way.
Hate and death seem to be with me to stay.
I don't know how to tell you I'm afraid without feeling weak.
I don't know how to tell you I'm hurting and how I wish this pain would cease.
I don't know how to tell you I'm lonely without feeling incomplete.
I don't know how to tell you I'm tired and how I wish this burden would decrease.
The despair that holds her back tugs on her heartstrings
But like a puppet she will obediently play along
She was once optimistic and filled with joy
The puppet was me. I still feel like that sometimes. Last year I had to break the strings. I was in an 8 year relationships. I was his puppet. Whatever he said to do, I had to do it or he...
Never knowing,
Always seeking
happiness and approval,
even the words I am speaking.
For those who are unfamiliar with mental illness in all its varied forms, this is a good place to start sharing Catherine, as it's no longer a marginal disease. My son introduced me 20 years...
Famous Poem
Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
I cry alone
But dance in crowds
I whisper truth
But lie out loud
I absolutely love this poem. I do like to over analyze some poetry, but this poem could mean so much. This poem really touched my heart. I know how it feels to be there but not actually be...
I send anxiety
a cease and desist letter.
I close her mouth.
Unbind her gnawing disquiet,
In the shadows of silence, it stirs
A whisper, unseen but felt.
Like a ghost
With a grip like iron, emotions to melt.
One thousands beats per second
It hammers ‘gainst my chest
I feel it in my temples
Tonight there’ll be no rest
There have been moments just to sit quietly
In places of uncertainty and of the unknown
Furthest away from all which represents society
Surrounded by nothing and completely alone
hello, I love you, goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder why I try.
most days seem the same;