Poems, art...you name it....Let's do it

[pearlwolf911]

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.....

[Tortured]

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

[Tortured]

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

[brokenhalo]

a black wasp a badger crossed recently my path
living their life with one eye on our math

there was a close looking silence
in their skeptical paths
intuiting the presence
of man's time-honored wrath
____

god forgive us...

bh

[brokenhalo]

getting into the gravity of leeway,
time only measures
peace as in, "to be".
trampling sympathy a

start point points toward

counsel: depth work

leaves
leverage at the surface and

direction is a vector crossing turntables.

bh

[brokenhalo]

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.

[NewBeginning010]

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