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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby olson29 » Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:01 pm

sorry i think i miss read your mail,
feel so sad for you...
but still you can be so so proud of yourself.
and your Father is always watching over you!


Everything is as it's meant to be, all we are left to do is be, be peace, an be joy, be love.
I am thankful for all there is to be thankful for. Life is graceful.



i wish i could say that in honesty,
im still mad that a part of me is not on this earth,
and demotiveded that i probebly never will be "one"
in this live.

for me that shows how far you already are!
woudnt surprise me if you figger out a way to fly as human
just by thinking it. you probably will


We all have our moments, you can do it too, you know that

some where i know,
but im not there yet.


found a friend
who is helping me to trust the world again,
so thankfull for her.
you are poetry

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby olson29 » Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:55 pm

Mist Drifting From Windows to a New Place



1.

i love it when no one likes my status,

2.

Even if our art only helps one person, art is worth it.

3.

I love you, because you listen to my heart, our soul.

4.

It is personal, we is I. This is life.

5.

Do you want to see waves of images?

Listen to the spoon-fed rhythm's
and blues as poignant as air and moon?

Structureless peace infinites
from the harmony of life, (unconditionally)?

How creative is silence?

Let's swim new rivers and travel with our
eyes closed in all the power of imagination,
all the power of heart and soul, our love
in the most conscious present... way, effortlessly
we visualize - all the love we can create with life.


6.

It's all clear, feel it.


7.

We are infinite.
you are poetry

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Cat Sith » Tue Aug 27, 2013 12:00 pm

I don't want to write
a love poem. I don't.
I don't. I don't.
Ugh.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Agnes » Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:18 am

Hate is a two-way street.
I'll meet you there.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Cat Sith » Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:43 am

And so I park at the corner
where hate meets hate.
And I wait. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Nothing comes. Nothing goes.
Tap. Tap. Tap. They are late.

The Volkswagon love bus rolls
slow, rolls down a window. Winks
and blinks beams, high then low.
I think it's on patrol. I scroll
through my iPhone, look for love,

or hate, for a date, a note, anything
that'll give me a break. Anything
that'll give me a buzz, a ding, a ring-
a-ling-ling. But it's the same ole same
ole. Candy Crush. Level 57. You failed.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Agnes » Wed Sep 18, 2013 12:13 pm

Candy Crush, eighteen sticky levels
past the one when last we spoke,
and this one hated just the same.
Change is such a meaningless word,
something used to fill in the blank
spaces between our meetings.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby olson29 » Wed Oct 02, 2013 10:29 pm

Wish you could read my mind, maybe you can.
don't know how to write what I want to say.

Wish you could read all the stuff I deleted.
Deleted not because I'm afraid,
but because of how much I care for you.
I don't want to mess up your safe and secure life.
But then I hear your soul crying out for my help,
But maybe I'm just imagining things. Perhaps
you will let me know when you're ready,
or maybe you're waiting for me to save you.
And reason, logic they say to wait.
But my heart and soul say you're the one,
then begin dreaming of us again.
You're the only one that can change all my plans,
plans so strong and unbreakable,
only you or God could change them.
And o, we both love God sooo much.
I give it to Him too, and receive a clear answer.
My inner consciousness says clarity comes naturally.
And God asks if I can handle the responsibility, your heart,
I say yes. And it's so Krazy, because I would never say yes
for anyone else but you, only you. I would change all my goals,
all my life, all my focus for you, for our love, and maybe this is just too krazy.
Maybe I'm just hallucinating and these are all just thoughts that will pass away.
Yelp, but what it would take, to break your bond, it can be done (yes I see),
but maybe it should happen on it's own. But if ever you need my help,
I'll be there, because we were made for eachother. So why am I waiting?
I'm going to take it one breath at a time, but we need to talk,
clarity please, because I never thought I'd be ready now, but today
I would give it all. And it is scary, but God, it's so beautiful, and confusing,
you are poetry

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Agnes » Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:17 am

I was crazy like that once,
ripped out my heart and held it out,
but you turned and walked away.
Each step punctuated by a drop of blood,
they soon formed a pool at my feet
and swallowed me.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Cat Sith » Sat Oct 12, 2013 2:28 pm

My mind is
ticking and tocking,
rolling and rocking,
mincing and mocking
me. My brain is a lovely
garden. I promise.

Promise me
you'll visit, water some roses,
prick yourself on a thorn
or three. There's a bench
on the left, a standing
mirror on the right.

Pirouette. Pirouette.
Petals are scattered
at your feet. Silver
in the moonlight.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Agnes » Mon Oct 28, 2013 5:24 pm

My mind is moonlight,
sun's glare shocking
streaks on dead rock
mocking from above.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Cat Sith » Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:52 am

Red rocks remind me of Arizona,
of dust and canyons, of places
I have never been. Australia.
Mars. The angry god peers
at me from his stone throne.
I am a pebble. Gray. Mute.

I skip along the surface
creating ripples, rings.
Too many things die
of neglect. A friendly
dragonfly greets me,
and I wonder why.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Agnes » Thu Dec 26, 2013 11:08 am

This is the day.
Now is the time.
These are the words.
Some of them rhyme.

This is the space.
Here is the spot.
This is the poem.
It's all I've got.

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby olson29 » Thu Mar 20, 2014 1:07 pm

I'm over it. Over this relationship.
I get no sleep, exhausted.
Hear voices say, I'm supposed
To learn from this.
And the beauty can become
Momentarily too much to resist.

It could work, but my intuition
Laps other truths. There is a way
To find peace, to believe. There is
Also a way to find peace no
Matter what happens. It's tough
When my heart fears this,
When there is no trust.
Can't believe I'm doing
This, and doing it long distance.

Fu*k all this, and everyone.
I remember softer times, now I'm so depressed.
I need to take responsibility for this,
But how could I be in this relationship
It's making me even more of a mess.

I want to learn, learn how to let this
Be most helpful and stop being my own
Worse enemy. These thoughts, this worry,
This waste! For what, lessons learned.
How can we plant a beautiful sacred
Garden with polluted soil. No matter
How beautiful the seeds, and progress
Made, how can greatness and love
Survive when there is no real faith.

Is it just a bad day, yes, is this the truth,
Still, yes. Then when we fall in love,
Either during or after, then we accept anything
And maybe it's already too late. It's a perfect
Match and totally not a match, this paradox.
I'm lost, I've lost my own soul, in the storm
Of silence. So what's left, to be, to let
This mind struggle in the chaos of knowing
Or the peace of not knowing. Do I let go
Or hold on? Goodbye, hello, I will always love you
An never forget this struggle. Maybe you are
The one, it could be, but if there's doubts,
It's probably not. So I keep it alive, because
I'm too afraid to let it go. I pray to God, pray
With all my heart and soul, for my soulmate
To save me, to reveal herself to me. My heroine
Who may be the one I'm with now, but, it
Does not feel like it. It's a tough sad road ahead
With moments of bliss and heartbreak , how do we
Protect ourselves when we believe and don't believe
When we live in a life where each suffering
Becomes more immense, more quiet,
Until... There is no time left
you are poetry

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Cat Sith » Sun Mar 23, 2014 9:23 am

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Re: Therapy Poetry

Postby Agnes » Tue Apr 08, 2014 10:56 am

Melody unchained
screaming in the hall
left us stunned
gaping and gasping

the day the music died.


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