My Poem Diary

Life's a Bench!

&

Sit Happens!

😊I imagine this tree was very wise; is now in disguised as a place to watch the time slowly go by, so I shall honor her respectfully by carving her decoratively, reminicent of my retrospectively pondering my destiny.

Day

Im having a breakdown - too much self reflection led me to detections of rejections and upon a closer inspection I found many other defects, I recolect my introspection is causing to much internal conflicting. It might be my depiction of my situation is an overloading electrocution internalized distribution prolonging my confusion. My fear-based delusion is causing me to contimplate a red profusion from a percise insicion. But it remains my decision and i still maintain my vision of a life im somehow missing, so im just sitting; on my bench is a fitting place for my thoughts to race today. What else is there to say? Should I pray, should i get up, or stay here thinking of all the terrors and trembling caused by fear, for which im well aware will soon disapear.

Rewarding interactions and positive distractions attract us to take factual action which elevate us all naturally; supporting eachothers reactions in an inspirational fashon. I really can't afford it, but You will be rewarded, one by one in order recorded by my personality disorder, and border- line consorted goal to lift us our souls; together we recover, our sisters and our brothers, fathers and mothers by helping eachother.👍🤗😊🤗😊

@juliak1968 I'm glad to see you doing this :) you're a wonderful writer and it a really great way to express yourself

🌷 THE LAST ROSE

Deathh has come much to close.

You were sleeping at your post

You burned the toast,

bowed your head, and dozed

Then you took that overdose

You didnt win,

You didn't die with the most

No regrets, thats the life you chose

Thats how life goes!

I found you slumpped with a bloody nose.

Fold your hands for the final pose

THIS IS YOUR LAST ROSE🌷

That look on your face is forever froze

In your nicest clothes

A powdered nose

A tag on your toe

It's so gross

Thought I heard you call-out as the casket closed

"The Father, Son, and the Holy ghost"

.......A black bird crows

No more pheaning

There's deathh when I'm dreaming

In my head I hear silent screaming

Life's lost it's meaning

On your tombstone I'm leaning

The tear drops are streaming

The Roman ritual the preist is reading

Was the comfort we all were needing

The book of life records the cheating

Page 2 has all mistreating

Page 3 has all not-worth-repeating

There's no deleating

Don't bother pleading

It's far to late when our heart stops beating 💔

Percieving what we believe in

is decieving and has no meaning

as life's mistreating

dishes out this beating

........Leaving us bleeding

But we cant see it if we close our minds

....and we cant think about this when we're blind

so walk away and you will find,

a freind here waiting for a sign!

So take your time

.....and organise

whats on your mind

and you'll wisely find

you're not really behind

so relax your eyes and you'll realize

you're fine just the way you are!

And you can reach for the stars

put cream on the scars

and then healing transpires

The delusional parts only confuse our goals

...and they corrupt our souls

Leaving us with a heart full of holes.

Set goals now and your mind will see

what closed eyes have failed to believe

Don't let sight deceive & keep us on our knees

....throwing logic into the breeze.

Winds at your back excited

Winds of hope reignited me.

Step by step confide

so we can share secrets of life

........Thinking

"what could be?"

.......But only if we let it,

if you hold back you'll regret it!

"There, Now I've gone and said it!"

We hold ourselves down......

Dirty on the ground.....

I've found myself tourmented and bound

by invisibility. ......

I've ignorged all possibility.....

so I must set myself free

of a self-inflicted confined mystery

....That causes so much mind-bending mysery

Im broken, too soft-spoken

I may be a monster in disguise.

My self-hatred and contimplations to-date

....as I witness self-demise

Who am I, and will I find

somebody I can confide?

My frustration of a situation

Created by manipulative lies.

I have slowly destroyed myself to prevent myself from delivering any deserved punishments, because my anger is so much that I have no confidence I'd be able to control or contain myself. I'm fading sadly, and so slowly. My WILL has evaporated as I contimplated all my hatred. I feel fck'd doomed done. How can I ever be normal or learn to live with these i justices, im squirming and im not in my grave yet!

.........to be continued

I get speachless when I hear this because I digress. I've been in that dark hole alone time and again without a freind as i neared the end. But it passes, never lasted, left me f'n flabbergassed. But Im gratefull to those kind souls that reached out to let me know, im not alone. We suffer together, we help eachother get better. A freind always helps even when we dont know what to say. A silly poem or a saying, a bit of praying, learning to laugh at those Day's with amazement.

When you smile is produces a free drug to make you happy. Stand in front of a mirror and try not to scare ya, but smile; i dare ya😊👍

Revised

Writting poems has helped me a lot, as i organize my mind

I feel the need to rhyme as I pass the time

Reflecting feelings and deeper meanings

Often coming from my Day dreaming

It seems to me, the blind do see

Everything more eliquently

So i cannot deny these records of my trying to inspire lighting a fire under thee😊 (Where the sun don't see)

@juliak1968

My threads are full of your beautiful poems my dear Day, they are there and you can pick them back like flowers💐🌸💮🏵🌹🌺🌻🌼🌷

🤗😊