I wrote a poem...because...distraction
I wrote a poem...because...distraction
I'm starting to feel like maybe I'm attention seeking because I post so much but I'm doing a lot to try and keep myself distracted (and maybe a little lonely too)
My man friend has been gone for work for almost a month and still has several days until he gets back...so I wrote him a poem lol...I just don't know if I want to give it to him
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I woke up alone this morning.
Blissfully dreary - suddenly, sharply - and it was dark.
Yesterday's stalemate over and you say I sound funny.
Drunk.
But only because I told you my secret. I'm sleeping. Almost. I could be sleeping - if I could ask you that question - again - just to listen to your voice like lullaby notes.
Instead I'm awake. I wonder. There's a second on the clock for each tear drop. Each question mark. Your doublespeak, it's butterflies and moths to me. Spoken, spiraling through my fingers into the blue of the sky. I cannot grasp their iridescence, their bleakness.
I know simply...
I've been counting down the tick-tock .
I'm laying here...cold...afraid to sleep...afraid to see the card master in my dreams.
All I want is simply for you to be here to touch me.
I miss you.
I love you.
And I'm still here. Waiting for you.
My man friend has been gone for work for almost a month and still has several days until he gets back...so I wrote him a poem lol...I just don't know if I want to give it to him
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I woke up alone this morning.
Blissfully dreary - suddenly, sharply - and it was dark.
Yesterday's stalemate over and you say I sound funny.
Drunk.
But only because I told you my secret. I'm sleeping. Almost. I could be sleeping - if I could ask you that question - again - just to listen to your voice like lullaby notes.
Instead I'm awake. I wonder. There's a second on the clock for each tear drop. Each question mark. Your doublespeak, it's butterflies and moths to me. Spoken, spiraling through my fingers into the blue of the sky. I cannot grasp their iridescence, their bleakness.
I know simply...
I've been counting down the tick-tock .
I'm laying here...cold...afraid to sleep...afraid to see the card master in my dreams.
All I want is simply for you to be here to touch me.
I miss you.
I love you.
And I'm still here. Waiting for you.
I posted a lot in the early days - I needed to, Kallistia.
It's about support - I wanted to get some, but I also wanted to give some too
Thanks for sharing that. You have a talent for poetry
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It's about support - I wanted to get some, but I also wanted to give some too
Thanks for sharing that. You have a talent for poetry
D
Hey Kallistia, welcome, you can join the Limerick Thread anytime! We call it the limerick thread, but we love poetry in all it's forms, recognising that it is great therapy.
If you want support, or feel lonely, join the Class of May 2014 where others who have entered recovery this month sign up to support each other. Or pop in and read/ write on the Year and Under thread day 1 to day 365 ( or longer for those of us they can't quite jemmy out completely)
Good to see you around
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That's a lovely poem Kallistia. I don't think there is any problem with a lot of posting. My last sobriety...last year...I was here...constantly...but guess what? I was sober. Haven't really been here much this past 7 or 8 months...
cuz I've been drinking.
I think that's what this place is about. Good to be active in community : )
cuz I've been drinking.
I think that's what this place is about. Good to be active in community : )
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