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| Member | Poems, art...you name it....Let's do it
Hey everyone. Im an artsy fartsy type. Whenever I'm feeling low, craving or suffering from whatever today might bring, I artsy it up. Poetry helps me say what I wouldn't normally be able to. Art. drawing, sculpting-addiction related or not-also help. So I'm think we should post them here, for the rest to see. Share your poems...... ![]() ***be careful.....some poems and art may act as triggers..... |
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| Member Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: stone mountain , GA
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| poem : in need of a compass
My mind goes to uncharted places. I’m lost. My addictive behavior has gotten The better of me. Flashes of familiarity Of the man I was And the places I’ve been... I think I’ve been here before, but like a dream of déjà vu the memory is fading.. I can’t seem to find my center. Feeling helpless, do people know I’m missing? I hope somebody will come find me. ...And soon. BY:Tortured |
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| Member Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: stone mountain , GA
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| pOEM: PRISONER OF THE MIND
In my internal fortress I sit. Waiting for the guard to come even though I know that I am alone. A war is raging outside. In my internal fortress I wait for the beast to come and end this. Day breaks with little joy. Seeing the light of day brings no comfort when the suns rays weigh me down Like the heavy hand of an abusive parent. Claiming that there is love behind the punishment, But all I feel is the pain. The war is upon my doorstep. Ever threatening to enter but doesn’t. Simply knowing that the possibility exists, And the anticipation of pain and of not knowing Is torture enough. In my internal fortress I pace. Looking for an escape in the chambers of my mind That I call home. There is no escape, save for the open door that I see But do not recognize as a means to freedom. The war is over yet here I sit In my internal fortress I die alone. BY:Tortured |
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at some point there will be eyes paired with not half a chest for now alleyways are margins internal... wine for our guests? but here flows the spirit's sighs maternal... perhaps this is best... that true Love sleeps within the thin... eternal... providing its rest... ____ given over. i've given in to. or...i resist two fly's eyes that are pairing and mating absorbed by a mechanized high mind... calculated and crafty machinery at its best says: take this restriction take this new test take this invention this one is best take this delimma take this new cure take this personna this one is pure ___ take this understanding the alleyway is sludge ___ no and again no! it's made of pure Love... bh ---sorry, i'm getting carried away. |
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Wow! Some great stuff team, beautiful ![]() Here is one I did a little while ago Broken Soul feeling broken today but not sure why my memories haunt me no matter how hard I try lost & bewildered sits this broken soul trying to figure out how to fill up this hole I have let alcohol ruin my life along with its friends torture & strife I need a new plan to steer things right to embrace & hold onto with all of my might so just for today is how I must think to save me from that very first drink for today I am broken yes this is true but I am still hopeful of a beginning new by New Beginning June 19, 2009
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