pschotica

Absolutely clutching my heart, you pen the pain I too feel my lovely <3

These lines spoke to me...

“the poetic halls are padded you see
get naked and lewd
no one will tell you you're inappropriate
 
i'm so very sleepy”

“this is a soul in disrepair”

From one bird to another... chirp chirp =)

thank you beautiful lady i'm finding my way back from the edge your support means the world..

love Brenda

I’ve felt your absence and have been looking for you... much love sister <3

thank you beautiful :) from my heart..

love Raven

I'm still here, thinking of you,
looking for your light,
missing you when you're not around.

Hope you're gaining ground, my friend.

Teri

thank you beautiful Teri your thoughts and support mean so much..yes i'm gaining ground had a close call with my sanity it's too precious to lose..

love Raven

Aww beautiful one, this tore at my heart :(

Your soul maybe feels a little broken at times but it still shines here so beautifully.

Big hugs

thank you beautiful Sophie yes a bit beat up at times but still lovely I think you shine with heart and soul :)

love Raven

Great write smackdownraven

i like the collage feel of this write

i enjoy the opening stanza

"left it's winter footprints  
inside sunshine's smile "

i like this write because i feel it touches on Love ,mental illness,daily dispute,  

"the poetic halls are padded you see  
get naked and lewd  
no one will tell you you're inappropriate " - being comfortable in your own skin,so they can Love you for you.

it reminds me of a disoriented apartment,magazines sprawled out,cups; it looks like a fist fight took place and we surprised the dining room table is not overturned.

"the little bluebird of hope  
chirped not today "- not now, but maybe in an hour,or two.maybe we can turn that blue to a picnic in a graveyard so a bittersweet melancholy can bloom and we gather our thoughts next to steel wire trash baskets,filled to the brim with expensive fake flower bouquets by lawn maintenance.  

let leisure take us back to home base so we can build up from step 1.

let the rain catch your face,no umbrellas.
chicken noodle soup and cracker basics.

our bathroom Monet books shall be flipped through and inspire us to take overcast chances every so often

and so the toolbox we shall paint
and brighten up our day,your day.


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well penned,i like where you took us today.

dearest Samael I love your mind so uniquely you see and feel things no small thing gets by you.. you should see the smile on my face reading this dear poet thank you from my heart..

love Raven :)

I like the photo montage, or collage, it has beautiful chaos, and the poem is a descriptive journey of that, I definitely has that Alice in wonderland madness about it..

thank you beautiful PR for feeling the surreal nature of this write..

love Raven

There's a rather disjointed illusion with this poem...in that if you only read it once through and aren't paying close attention you will miss the true beauty of this one. You create these lovely little snippets along the way that at moments seem completely disconnected to each other, like dream sequences. But when read all the way through, there is a subtle bond sewing them all tightly together. It's both sad and hopeful in its tone. Beautifully written, lovely Raven.  :-)

...Willow

thank you beautiful Willow for seeing many layers in this write it is mulit faceted as is depression.. it reflects the full spectrum of emotion..

love Raven