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Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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The Drowning
Empty eyes to match an empty soul, shedding dry tears that were dreams once. The crush is deafening, the pain almost welcomed, embraced, in the darkness that is my own. Wistlessly wandering, searching for answers yet only my own cries are carried off on the wind. The darkness closes in to surround my thoughts and pull me down, drowning me with sorrow.
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#82 (permalink) |
Jesus Freak
Location: Following the light...
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I'm sorry that you're hurting so, but it's nice to see that you can express it so well through your poems! I believe everyone has felt this way to some extent at some point in our lives. Thank you for sharing this with us.
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#83 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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I posted this in a journal entry but wanted to share it here as well.
I shall strive tonight to keep my spirits up, to cherish what I have been blessed with; to remember that which was loved but now gone, to hope for the future, to think of, yet not regret, the past. To have the faith to dream, the willpower to endure, the patience to smile. I shall strive to slow down and treasure each sunset, each laugh that escapes, each teardrop of joy. I shall hold tight and dear all that I have, all that I love, all that I dream of, all that I see. I shall hold tight to the future, the visions, the ideals..... I shall hold tight to my hope, my faith and my love.
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#85 (permalink) |
Naughty Just Right
Location: Euphoria
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That's my girl, hold tight! Your tomorrows are what you make of them. Reach for your dreams my friend!
And keep writing such beautiful words!!!! ![]() ~Angel~
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#87 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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Rays of hope, faith and love
break through the darkness piercing my eyes with their brightness; I shy away. For hope can be the cruelest mistress. Whispering her promises to your soul, while your heart must pay the final price in the end. But pay the toll gladly I do time and time again. With sister patience beside me reminding me to hold fast, to wait and believe.
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#88 (permalink) |
Thats MR. Muffin Face now
Location: Everywhere work sends me
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Minx,
Your writing is singularly amazing, and I can't get enough of it. I find it impossible to believe that you think your writing being published is a "goofy little dream".. I am sure the rest of the world would love what you have to share as much as we do here at the TF. We just get to be the lucky ones ![]() Please continue posting as long as you want, you will always have an audience.
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death |
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What's beyond psycho?
Location: Still out there
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Minx,
I'm not very articulate, but reading (and re-reading) your words, I am starting to see something. Your dark moods are so very dark, I feel a real connection with my own black state of mind. But then your hopeful, uplifting sentiments make me feel like happy feelings might be possible. Please keep writing.
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"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx |
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#91 (permalink) |
Junkie
Location: Up yonder
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The only way I find myself able to express the "down" side is to write, torgone. It is my release....my way of not screaming out that life just HURTS damn it!
![]() But I thank you for the support, and the kind words. They mean much to me.
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Junkie
Location: Utah
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Quote:
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And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart |
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#93 (permalink) |
Thats MR. Muffin Face now
Location: Everywhere work sends me
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*pokes Minx* got any more? I've been in withdrawl with all this silence from you.. (Thats what you get when you post stunning inspirational stuff - you get ardent fans)..
![]() share more and I'll PM you some angsty poetry I wrote when I was in highschool *tee hee* it makes good blackmail material
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death |
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What's beyond psycho?
Location: Still out there
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Bump
I want to meet someone who is able to think and write like this: Quote:
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"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." Groucho Marx |
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