Submissions by TinaLouise
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've survived a great deal. Instead of falling into a puddle of self pity and tears, I've taken the negative and turned it into positive awareness to help others through their time of need..
SELF POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 9:38pm
26th Aug 2017 9:38pm
ONE SIZE DOES NOT FIT ALL
What's wrong with you..
If you ask me; openly and honestly
this is what I will say,
I have a mental disorder
Is it a disability?
NO, I don't see it that way
My mind is complex from decades of
abuse and trauma throughout my life
but it doesn't stop me from being a loving mother, neighbour, friend or wife
I do not make friends with ease, due to
trust issues and hyper vigilant anxiety
I also feel the need to
constantly people please
Do I take medication?
No I do not, and that my dear friends
is my choice ...
If you ask me; openly and honestly
this is what I will say,
I have a mental disorder
Is it a disability?
NO, I don't see it that way
My mind is complex from decades of
abuse and trauma throughout my life
but it doesn't stop me from being a loving mother, neighbour, friend or wife
I do not make friends with ease, due to
trust issues and hyper vigilant anxiety
I also feel the need to
constantly people please
Do I take medication?
No I do not, and that my dear friends
is my choice ...
785 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Dec 2016 3:41am
4th Dec 2016 3:41am
Your choice
You think that we don't see you
believing you are ever so discrete
Paranoia overload
high as a kite, butt naked, riding your unicorn up the street
You fidget and you squirm as your body screams for more
You've given in to crystal meth - the devil's little whore
You think that we don't see what a tortured life you live
telling yourself its just a social drug, nothing of concern.. But before you
know it, you're doing petty crimes just to make an earn
Where did that happy loving person go, you know
the one you were before
the choice was...
believing you are ever so discrete
Paranoia overload
high as a kite, butt naked, riding your unicorn up the street
You fidget and you squirm as your body screams for more
You've given in to crystal meth - the devil's little whore
You think that we don't see what a tortured life you live
telling yourself its just a social drug, nothing of concern.. But before you
know it, you're doing petty crimes just to make an earn
Where did that happy loving person go, you know
the one you were before
the choice was...
937 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 7:54am
2nd Dec 2016 7:54am
Breathe, just breathe
Existing through a dense fog
unable to function, your mind begins to leave
freezing thoughts looking for danger
at every turn
Loss of appetite, uneasiness without
reprieve.
You are often viewed upon as a freak
Concentrate on your breathing,
breathe, just breathe
You don't need to speak
Apprehensive, unwarranted emotions
running wild through your head
jumpy and scared, your whole being tense
Curled up crying uncontrollable on your bed, roar emotions leaving you blind
trouble concentrating, feeling out of your
comfort zone
This...
unable to function, your mind begins to leave
freezing thoughts looking for danger
at every turn
Loss of appetite, uneasiness without
reprieve.
You are often viewed upon as a freak
Concentrate on your breathing,
breathe, just breathe
You don't need to speak
Apprehensive, unwarranted emotions
running wild through your head
jumpy and scared, your whole being tense
Curled up crying uncontrollable on your bed, roar emotions leaving you blind
trouble concentrating, feeling out of your
comfort zone
This...
807 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2016 1:10pm
26th Oct 2016 1:10pm
IT'S NOT FAIR
I was married, I was a wife
I was a mother, daughter, sister
I worked hard all my life
I raised my children and cared for them well
I can’t remember these things
My mind has become my very own prison cell
I forget where I am
Who I’ve seen, sometimes I can’t even remember
Where the bloody hell I’ve been
I wander the house all day long
Muttering nonsense, and making up songs
Oh whatever! Doesn’t matter,
Who listens to what I say
I’m old and useless,
Yeah that’s what you think
It’s not me it’s my memory
It’s starting to stink...
I was a mother, daughter, sister
I worked hard all my life
I raised my children and cared for them well
I can’t remember these things
My mind has become my very own prison cell
I forget where I am
Who I’ve seen, sometimes I can’t even remember
Where the bloody hell I’ve been
I wander the house all day long
Muttering nonsense, and making up songs
Oh whatever! Doesn’t matter,
Who listens to what I say
I’m old and useless,
Yeah that’s what you think
It’s not me it’s my memory
It’s starting to stink...
796 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2016 11:32pm
25th Oct 2016 11:32pm
ANGELS
Feeling lost and unappreciated, forgetting my worth
Questioning my faith, wandering through life aimlessly
Not knowing my place on this earth.
Why am I here
So many fears, Attracting only the broken and I'm tired of the struggle, leaving me feeling tainted - with so many words left unspoken.
I need a change but I know I can't keep running, crying myself to sleep, wading through shallow waters - expecting them to miraculously run deep.
Is the answer to spiritual awakening here
This sacred land where no blood shall be shed
Is this the place to serve my purpose...
Questioning my faith, wandering through life aimlessly
Not knowing my place on this earth.
Why am I here
So many fears, Attracting only the broken and I'm tired of the struggle, leaving me feeling tainted - with so many words left unspoken.
I need a change but I know I can't keep running, crying myself to sleep, wading through shallow waters - expecting them to miraculously run deep.
Is the answer to spiritual awakening here
This sacred land where no blood shall be shed
Is this the place to serve my purpose...
797 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2016 2:39pm
28th Sep 2016 2:39pm
LIFE'S LESSONS
when you get to the top of
where you're meant to be
there are those who will try
to knock you down
due to insecurities and jealousy
Stand tall, Hold your head high
let them lie and scheme
the truth will prevail as
your kindness and warrior spirit
will never let you fail
when you meet these people
do treat them well
pity them but forgive them
for their lives must be a
living hell
where you're meant to be
there are those who will try
to knock you down
due to insecurities and jealousy
Stand tall, Hold your head high
let them lie and scheme
the truth will prevail as
your kindness and warrior spirit
will never let you fail
when you meet these people
do treat them well
pity them but forgive them
for their lives must be a
living hell
709 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 10:38am
18th Sep 2016 10:38am
PRAYER FOR THE WILD AT HEART...
The clothes she wears does not make her
nor does the friends she keeps
Her strength comes from within
Her faith blind as she leaps
Pray for the wild at heart kept in cages
Who cannot be tamed and moulded like a glove
A gypsy soul, kindred spirit wandering free
Yearning to be loved;
A reminder of a prison.. Ink upon her skin
She is a survivor evolving, who learnt
to swim against the current
She will never give up
She will never give in
Striving to be happy
spreading kindness as she goes
Ducking and weaving, with a constant grin
at...
nor does the friends she keeps
Her strength comes from within
Her faith blind as she leaps
Pray for the wild at heart kept in cages
Who cannot be tamed and moulded like a glove
A gypsy soul, kindred spirit wandering free
Yearning to be loved;
A reminder of a prison.. Ink upon her skin
She is a survivor evolving, who learnt
to swim against the current
She will never give up
She will never give in
Striving to be happy
spreading kindness as she goes
Ducking and weaving, with a constant grin
at...
674 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 10:31am
18th Sep 2016 10:31am
IT'S NOT OK
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he only calls me NASTY NAMES
so it doesn't matter what the KIDS hear
It's not domestic violence, it's just
his silly MIND GAMES
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he IGNORES me - like a child being scold
It's not domestic violence
maybe I need to be CONTROLLED
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he just TAKES the MONEY AWAY
It's not domestic violence
He's the man of the house, it's
his wage. I DON'T DESERVE
to have MY SAY
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he DEMANDS SEX every night...
he only calls me NASTY NAMES
so it doesn't matter what the KIDS hear
It's not domestic violence, it's just
his silly MIND GAMES
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he IGNORES me - like a child being scold
It's not domestic violence
maybe I need to be CONTROLLED
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he just TAKES the MONEY AWAY
It's not domestic violence
He's the man of the house, it's
his wage. I DON'T DESERVE
to have MY SAY
He doesn't hit, kick or punch me
he DEMANDS SEX every night...
1255 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 1:06pm
23rd May 2016 1:06pm
THE EMPATHY FLU
It is said that; the saddest people are just hurting true?
for they were not born that way, they were created
by others infected with the empathy flu
spread by broken souls feeling blue and
experiencing just another bad day
a vicious cycle, a nasty flu stealing empathy along the way
spreading the ugly bug through family and friends to you
taking parents from children and children from parents
the highly contagious empathy flu.
No longer caring, or feeling, addiction is a selfish bitch
controlling an addict without prejudice for poor or rich...
for they were not born that way, they were created
by others infected with the empathy flu
spread by broken souls feeling blue and
experiencing just another bad day
a vicious cycle, a nasty flu stealing empathy along the way
spreading the ugly bug through family and friends to you
taking parents from children and children from parents
the highly contagious empathy flu.
No longer caring, or feeling, addiction is a selfish bitch
controlling an addict without prejudice for poor or rich...
838 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2016 00:07am
8th May 2016 00:07am
SILENCE HIDES VIOLENCE
I stood by you
I took beatings and abuse
guilt, shame and fear
watched him beat you senseless
leaving you black and blue my dear
Keep your mouth shut and your
eyes open, echoes in my mind
what I've since learned is
SILENCE HIDES VIOLENCE and an
eye for an eye sends the whole
world blind
Domestic Violence
no woman or man should ever endure
a powerfully violent lesson from
two people I now ignore
You taught me this in the most
traumatic frightening way
children learn from...
I took beatings and abuse
guilt, shame and fear
watched him beat you senseless
leaving you black and blue my dear
Keep your mouth shut and your
eyes open, echoes in my mind
what I've since learned is
SILENCE HIDES VIOLENCE and an
eye for an eye sends the whole
world blind
Domestic Violence
no woman or man should ever endure
a powerfully violent lesson from
two people I now ignore
You taught me this in the most
traumatic frightening way
children learn from...
985 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2016 2:02am
1st May 2016 2:02am
A DAY IN THE LIFE...
Persistent sadness, worthlessness, guilt and shame
anger turned inward, suicidal thoughts, dissociation
looking at others and knowing you are not the same
Prolonged violence and feeling trapped for decades
a tendency to self medicate or live your life on an endless
supply of prescriptions, the placebo effect - nothing more
than useless chemical bandaids
The inability to view or witness trauma
due to the fact that all your senses are heightened
powerless to your emotions, your mind takes you right
back to that place; leaving you...
anger turned inward, suicidal thoughts, dissociation
looking at others and knowing you are not the same
Prolonged violence and feeling trapped for decades
a tendency to self medicate or live your life on an endless
supply of prescriptions, the placebo effect - nothing more
than useless chemical bandaids
The inability to view or witness trauma
due to the fact that all your senses are heightened
powerless to your emotions, your mind takes you right
back to that place; leaving you...
879 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 00:24am
25th Apr 2016 00:24am
Blessed be
Sitting at the waters edge
the sea
feel it beckoning thee
mesmerized by the tranquility peacefulness
serenity
This is where I make a solemn pledge
Fire Water Air and Earth
raw emotions powerful thoughts
abundantly free wild untamed beauty
the purification stems from within
engulfed in water until birth
Oceans streams raging forceful rivers flow
cleanse me nourish me allow the almighty healing
powers to grow
the elements drawing us near, listen carefully my dear
as they whisper to your soul, soothing your wounds ...
the sea
feel it beckoning thee
mesmerized by the tranquility peacefulness
serenity
This is where I make a solemn pledge
Fire Water Air and Earth
raw emotions powerful thoughts
abundantly free wild untamed beauty
the purification stems from within
engulfed in water until birth
Oceans streams raging forceful rivers flow
cleanse me nourish me allow the almighty healing
powers to grow
the elements drawing us near, listen carefully my dear
as they whisper to your soul, soothing your wounds ...
691 reads
0 Comments
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