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Where my wild things are...
It crawls and slithers
picking - picking
reopening mental scabs
that never seem to heal,
quite right
Echoes intermittently reverberate
punctuating emptiness
honed claws scratch from inside
out
hurting again
that habitual hurt
Uneasiness leads to
nervousness that slips
without warning
fueling a propensity...
for
inexplicable panic
Pressures— made or born
put-upon
wired in ways
that cross confuse
tangling thoughts
which contort actions
intended or spontaneous
Hidden rustling
between blackish
nooks and crannies,
where light penetrates not
finds an endless harvesting
Additions to the collection
building vast amounts
of utterly damaged
emotional artillery
Binging...from a blackened shadow
Animalistically crude
and ferociously wild
prowls dangerous
all these, my abyssal feral monsters
Where drifting amidst dank insecurity
so starved.... hungering...
is one reality
of brutal beckoning
lying underneath the surface
So, I hold tight to strength
will power and a learned understanding
Keeping lean,
my wild things.... roaming.
Written by
Bluevelvete
Published 20th Jan 2022
Author's Note
For the Mental Illness and Poetry comp
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/12167/
Inspired by my mind's much darker take of "Where the Wild Things Are".... Which is one of my favorite children's books that I used to be really scared by when I was very very little.
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/12167/
Inspired by my mind's much darker take of "Where the Wild Things Are".... Which is one of my favorite children's books that I used to be really scared by when I was very very little.
©Blu2021
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Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 00:10am
You keep fighting for the good memories. Keep on writing you strong beautiful smart sexy woman.
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 2:51am
Always keeping it strong, Francisco... thanks for stopping by and for leaving your support!
🌹 - B
🌹 - B
Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 3:25am
Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 00:50am
You convincingly paint a picture of persisting stinging pain that would be uncomfortable to endure but nevertheless is there. I like the language. "Crawls...slithers...picking...claws" etc.
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
Hey there, L
It's so wonderful to read that you enjoyed the language choices I made, it really means a lot and instills confidence, especially with this type of difficult subject matter– that I'm also glad was able to be received like you've described
I'm deeply appreciative of such thoughtful and encouraging insightfulness... and the generosity of your RL add
It's a pleasure to see you, I hope you are doing well...✨
🌹 - 💙
B
It's so wonderful to read that you enjoyed the language choices I made, it really means a lot and instills confidence, especially with this type of difficult subject matter– that I'm also glad was able to be received like you've described
I'm deeply appreciative of such thoughtful and encouraging insightfulness... and the generosity of your RL add
It's a pleasure to see you, I hope you are doing well...✨
🌹 - 💙
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 1:06am
Hi dear Blue
Your first two lines remind me of a horror film I can't think of :)
Your words pour out covering me in an all too familiar feeling
No escaping these creatures of the night.
They hide and they slither
They only come out when we are feeling high to drag us back down
Kicking and screamming
No more, please, no damm more
Your words slide together
In ways I'm not used to seeing
They glide and slide
And come with such powerful meaning
That meaning is there I know
It's just beyond my comprenshion
I know well of this darkness
I hope n pray it's not there
You're journey goes
Turn, turn now I beg you
Before you too
Let the demons in
Take my hand
And come away
From this cursed place
Love n peace my dear friend
💜💜💜💜🙏🙏
Your first two lines remind me of a horror film I can't think of :)
Your words pour out covering me in an all too familiar feeling
No escaping these creatures of the night.
They hide and they slither
They only come out when we are feeling high to drag us back down
Kicking and screamming
No more, please, no damm more
Your words slide together
In ways I'm not used to seeing
They glide and slide
And come with such powerful meaning
That meaning is there I know
It's just beyond my comprenshion
I know well of this darkness
I hope n pray it's not there
You're journey goes
Turn, turn now I beg you
Before you too
Let the demons in
Take my hand
And come away
From this cursed place
Love n peace my dear friend
💜💜💜💜🙏🙏
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
Hey there, WM :)
From your generous comments, I can tell that you definitely feel the atmospheric tug and pull that I was trying to convey with my piece. I feel like the effects of depression, anxiety, OCD, or even the beginnings of a version of agoraphobia because of the pandemic's quarantine, all start to randomly morph into hungry vile beasts, .... Hence that metaphor usage throughout my little experimental poem.... Issues that I deal with or have dealt with.
I am a constant work in progress, so there's always something that I need help addressing or assistance with finding healthy ways to heal or correct my behaviors ..... I am so grateful and appreciative of you sharing your thoughts and opinions with me, it's extremely helpful and meaningful.
Much thanks and warm regards,
🌹 - 💙
B
From your generous comments, I can tell that you definitely feel the atmospheric tug and pull that I was trying to convey with my piece. I feel like the effects of depression, anxiety, OCD, or even the beginnings of a version of agoraphobia because of the pandemic's quarantine, all start to randomly morph into hungry vile beasts, .... Hence that metaphor usage throughout my little experimental poem.... Issues that I deal with or have dealt with.
I am a constant work in progress, so there's always something that I need help addressing or assistance with finding healthy ways to heal or correct my behaviors ..... I am so grateful and appreciative of you sharing your thoughts and opinions with me, it's extremely helpful and meaningful.
Much thanks and warm regards,
🌹 - 💙
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 3:13am
I feel you woman
my anxiety is a killer
yours may affect you differently
but I know the feeling...
great write...
my anxiety is a killer
yours may affect you differently
but I know the feeling...
great write...
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
I know you know...-🌹
I'm deeply appreciative for your kind comments of solidarity, lovely lady ✨...The irony being, that I had my anxiety fully under control before the pandemic and the random quarantines, but even with medication adjustments— being so closed off and feeling sequestered (because I also started working from home) for all this time, has wrecked havoc on me and worsened the anxiety and depression more than ever... It crept in, and I was somewhat unaware or maybe more willingly blind, I guess.. I'm slowly digging my way back to normalcy lol... whatever that really is?! ... ha!
I really am so grateful, Brenda. It's is the little things, like random kindness, that make a big impact /difference.
Much love and respect,
🌹 - 💙
B
I'm deeply appreciative for your kind comments of solidarity, lovely lady ✨...The irony being, that I had my anxiety fully under control before the pandemic and the random quarantines, but even with medication adjustments— being so closed off and feeling sequestered (because I also started working from home) for all this time, has wrecked havoc on me and worsened the anxiety and depression more than ever... It crept in, and I was somewhat unaware or maybe more willingly blind, I guess.. I'm slowly digging my way back to normalcy lol... whatever that really is?! ... ha!
I really am so grateful, Brenda. It's is the little things, like random kindness, that make a big impact /difference.
Much love and respect,
🌹 - 💙
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 6:35am
its
never
quite right
darkness
has an uneasy
silence
but
there is
a shadow
hidden
within
shadows
that
knows
your emptiness
the fearful
wounds
that havent healed
for it
scratches
picks
re pucks
bites
every scab
so
inside
the puss
of insanity
slowly
seeps
dripping
fuel
that feeds
your
combustible
panic
everything
known
seems a lie
mind questions
every good
thing
dismmissive
unsure of
the purpose
denying it
as a motive
to hurt
never
quite right
darkness
has an uneasy
silence
but
there is
a shadow
hidden
within
shadows
that
knows
your emptiness
the fearful
wounds
that havent healed
for it
scratches
picks
re pucks
bites
every scab
so
inside
the puss
of insanity
slowly
seeps
dripping
fuel
that feeds
your
combustible
panic
everything
known
seems a lie
mind questions
every good
thing
dismmissive
unsure of
the purpose
denying it
as a motive
to hurt
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 1:53pm
Hey there, C
It's insanely difficult to follow-up your incredibly astute poem-ply with anything remotely close to worthiness.... So, my lovely friend, I'll attempt a 'thank you' so much for sharing your AMAZING creative forces with me. I already knew you'd be able to relate to what I was thinking / writing but this reply is just.... wow!! Outstanding in it's shared kinship.... My appreciation for it is beyond measure, dear soul.
All my warmest gratitude and deep regards,
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
It's insanely difficult to follow-up your incredibly astute poem-ply with anything remotely close to worthiness.... So, my lovely friend, I'll attempt a 'thank you' so much for sharing your AMAZING creative forces with me. I already knew you'd be able to relate to what I was thinking / writing but this reply is just.... wow!! Outstanding in it's shared kinship.... My appreciation for it is beyond measure, dear soul.
All my warmest gratitude and deep regards,
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
"Like this poem?", the page asks. I love it. That you can hold your “wild things” at arm's length, discuss your them, have us know about them, you're good.
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
21st Jan 2022 2:44pm
Hi, A :)
I tried my best to be as authentic as possible in my conveyance, while also trying to not be so absorbed as the focal point. I wanted to attempt to avoid the 'me me me' of it, and just let it out organically. Highlighting immense feelings and experiences and how they are genuinely experienced....Hopefully I was able to accomplish that a little bit.... I'm so delighted you felt what you did... That's awesome.
I'm so grateful for your visit and your extremely kind and insightful feedback. It made my day.
Please know that you're always welcome here...
Much thanks and all my heartfelt appreciation -
🌹 - B
I tried my best to be as authentic as possible in my conveyance, while also trying to not be so absorbed as the focal point. I wanted to attempt to avoid the 'me me me' of it, and just let it out organically. Highlighting immense feelings and experiences and how they are genuinely experienced....Hopefully I was able to accomplish that a little bit.... I'm so delighted you felt what you did... That's awesome.
I'm so grateful for your visit and your extremely kind and insightful feedback. It made my day.
Please know that you're always welcome here...
Much thanks and all my heartfelt appreciation -
🌹 - B
Anonymous
- Edited 20th Dec 2022 8:45pm
21st Jan 2022 7:55pm
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
Awwww... There he is!!!
Omg, I love putting a face with the name!
Nice seeing you, Jay!!
To read these wonderful and moving words you've left me, is to feel warmth permeating all around. My heart is sincerely full of joy and gratitude, my friend. I have hunted and scoured for the right words to convey my upmost appreciation and enormous thanks and they just haven't manifested.... those little bastards!! hahaha... 😂 Please know that your thoughtfulness is cherished and held dear. I adore our alikeness and mutual admiration of language; where poetry has bonded and afforded us a friendship that has persevered through time lost, then found and true distances, vast.... How lucky and incredibly fortunate are we!!?!! Cheers! 🍀🍻
All my warmest wishes of continued access to that which is described above... ✨
🌹-💙
B
Omg, I love putting a face with the name!
Nice seeing you, Jay!!
To read these wonderful and moving words you've left me, is to feel warmth permeating all around. My heart is sincerely full of joy and gratitude, my friend. I have hunted and scoured for the right words to convey my upmost appreciation and enormous thanks and they just haven't manifested.... those little bastards!! hahaha... 😂 Please know that your thoughtfulness is cherished and held dear. I adore our alikeness and mutual admiration of language; where poetry has bonded and afforded us a friendship that has persevered through time lost, then found and true distances, vast.... How lucky and incredibly fortunate are we!!?!! Cheers! 🍀🍻
All my warmest wishes of continued access to that which is described above... ✨
🌹-💙
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
22nd Jan 2022 2:49am
Dear BV,
Fear and anxiety are brutal. Those emotions, for me, single handedly create chaos and unrest in my head and then they go to work on my heart and my breathing. My heart pounds and my breathing is staggered and erratic. It’s awful. What I really liked in your poem, at the end you acknowledge a handle on the situation. You’ve trained your mind to put it back in its box where it belongs and maintain a sense of control over it. Not an easy accomplishment but wonderfully expressed in this poem. Amazing imagery that can relate to all. I wish you the very best in the comp. Awesome piece.
H🌷
Fear and anxiety are brutal. Those emotions, for me, single handedly create chaos and unrest in my head and then they go to work on my heart and my breathing. My heart pounds and my breathing is staggered and erratic. It’s awful. What I really liked in your poem, at the end you acknowledge a handle on the situation. You’ve trained your mind to put it back in its box where it belongs and maintain a sense of control over it. Not an easy accomplishment but wonderfully expressed in this poem. Amazing imagery that can relate to all. I wish you the very best in the comp. Awesome piece.
H🌷
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
23rd Jan 2022 3:06pm
Dearest Honoria :)
That which presses upon us, making life seriously way more difficult than it is already, IS truly awful. If I could reach inside your mind's makeup and sort it out proper, alleviating that fear and anxiety from reaching levels of panic and chaos and in turn wreaking internal havoc, I would wave my magic wand to do so, without hesitation. If only.
Until I hone my witchcraft skills, there's breathing and meditation techniques that can keep the monsters in check and help lesson those eclipsing feelings.... I definitely recommend trying it or even just allowing yourself dedicated 'quiet time' each day....is beneficial.
Thank you so very much for visiting, for sharing your immensely valuable thoughts and experiences with me and for always having the ability to encourage, even surrounding a topic that may not be usually something that's easy for a lot of people to open up to and discuss...
Warmest regards, for that, my friend 🙏🏻
Love and well wishes your way ✨
🌹 - 💙
B
That which presses upon us, making life seriously way more difficult than it is already, IS truly awful. If I could reach inside your mind's makeup and sort it out proper, alleviating that fear and anxiety from reaching levels of panic and chaos and in turn wreaking internal havoc, I would wave my magic wand to do so, without hesitation. If only.
Until I hone my witchcraft skills, there's breathing and meditation techniques that can keep the monsters in check and help lesson those eclipsing feelings.... I definitely recommend trying it or even just allowing yourself dedicated 'quiet time' each day....is beneficial.
Thank you so very much for visiting, for sharing your immensely valuable thoughts and experiences with me and for always having the ability to encourage, even surrounding a topic that may not be usually something that's easy for a lot of people to open up to and discuss...
Warmest regards, for that, my friend 🙏🏻
Love and well wishes your way ✨
🌹 - 💙
B
Anonymous
- Edited 6th Dec 2022 00:45am
22nd Jan 2022 5:48am
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
23rd Jan 2022 3:20am
Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and insights with me, Tim.... it means more than I can convey.
I love your visits and how your comments affect me. It's always a pleasure ✨
🌹 - B
I love your visits and how your comments affect me. It's always a pleasure ✨
🌹 - B
Re. Where my wild things are...
22nd Jan 2022 5:50am
I read it a few times, and then read the comments/replies, and then wrote a lengthy comment of my own. Then deleted it.
Because I thought more about it, and it began to wrap around me like a shroud I discarded long ago. Or, we think we do. It never really goes away. We bury it. But it has claws, and digs eventually to the surface.
Never take on such things alone. There is no shame in being human. Rather, it's an honor for the privilege. We don't have to be perfect. We only have to be willing to grasp hope when it settles near us. Every single stinkin rotten day we may have is still a privilege to be able to hope tomorrow is better.
Life is priceless, just to have the opportunity to thrive in our own ways.
Never doubt the worth of tomorrows. They're worth any crap it takes to get there.
Your poem is powerful. It's beautiful in its core, and expanding into that shroud.
It's also a message in a bottle, with the lid off.
It's brave.
Because I thought more about it, and it began to wrap around me like a shroud I discarded long ago. Or, we think we do. It never really goes away. We bury it. But it has claws, and digs eventually to the surface.
Never take on such things alone. There is no shame in being human. Rather, it's an honor for the privilege. We don't have to be perfect. We only have to be willing to grasp hope when it settles near us. Every single stinkin rotten day we may have is still a privilege to be able to hope tomorrow is better.
Life is priceless, just to have the opportunity to thrive in our own ways.
Never doubt the worth of tomorrows. They're worth any crap it takes to get there.
Your poem is powerful. It's beautiful in its core, and expanding into that shroud.
It's also a message in a bottle, with the lid off.
It's brave.
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
Your words allow me to take my 'monstrous struggles' in stride and remind me to focus on the simplicity of being. That the positives can be as potentially impressively permeating as the darkness and that which randomly dwells within.
My darker truths are often difficult to construct into words or adequately conveyed. I'm beyond grateful you sensed some bravery emanating ... that hit a nerve and lifted me up, much thanks and many appreciations....
You made a difference here, for me.
Warmest regards and lovely sentiments of happiness sent your way... ✨
🌹-💙
B
My darker truths are often difficult to construct into words or adequately conveyed. I'm beyond grateful you sensed some bravery emanating ... that hit a nerve and lifted me up, much thanks and many appreciations....
You made a difference here, for me.
Warmest regards and lovely sentiments of happiness sent your way... ✨
🌹-💙
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
22nd Jan 2022 10:00am
Hello ma dear.
I just deeply admire the courage of transparency
and the will to remain vigilant in the posture of a fighter, with the grit to look the monsters in the eye.
That is so inspiring...
So as for me...
I feel like a monster with monsters... A monster made of monsters. HAHAHA.
I totally relate to anxiety, depression, ptsd, sadness and madness... :)))
In your cadence and structure you really lay
a wonderful architecture in which to express these things.
I just deeply admire the courage of transparency
and the will to remain vigilant in the posture of a fighter, with the grit to look the monsters in the eye.
That is so inspiring...
So as for me...
I feel like a monster with monsters... A monster made of monsters. HAHAHA.
I totally relate to anxiety, depression, ptsd, sadness and madness... :)))
In your cadence and structure you really lay
a wonderful architecture in which to express these things.
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
23rd Jan 2022 2:29pm
Hello there, Dear Cipher - 💙
Thank you.
I too, have moments where I'm seemingly more comfortable basking within my stealthy monsters....that's when I know that I need to shake things up a bit, to not allow them to 'swallow me up'....completely.
I knew you'd be able to relate and get the gist, dear friend. I hope your particular monsters are ones you've made a bit of peace with.... yourself included.
My appreciation is deep and vast - 💙
Much love,
🌹 - B
Thank you.
I too, have moments where I'm seemingly more comfortable basking within my stealthy monsters....that's when I know that I need to shake things up a bit, to not allow them to 'swallow me up'....completely.
I knew you'd be able to relate and get the gist, dear friend. I hope your particular monsters are ones you've made a bit of peace with.... yourself included.
My appreciation is deep and vast - 💙
Much love,
🌹 - B
Re. Where my wild things are...
22nd Jan 2022 8:26pm
OMG! Shall I transfer "wild things" into a beautiful dream of YOU? The picture and words are off the charts, once again showing the depth of your creativity and magic ability to express metaphors, myths, and so forth into real life. A++++ + A+++++, Hugs and love, kisses, too. (O)
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
23rd Jan 2022 2:08pm
Your 'OMG' makes me smile with warmth and creates the impetus for a great day ahead! As I drink my coffee and think of you, dear poet... I'm humbled and ohh so thankful for the top marks, you've generously and kindly bestowed.
How fortunate am I!?! To have found your keen eye and contemplative insightfulness amidst written arousals and our mutual propensities for a bit of the debauchery... *wink.... It's kismet perhaps.
Can you even believe it.... lol...
☕ - cheers, this morning!
🌹 - 💙
B
How fortunate am I!?! To have found your keen eye and contemplative insightfulness amidst written arousals and our mutual propensities for a bit of the debauchery... *wink.... It's kismet perhaps.
Can you even believe it.... lol...
☕ - cheers, this morning!
🌹 - 💙
B
Re. Where my wild things are...
24th Jan 2022 2:26pm
Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
24th Jan 2022 4:21pm
Re. Where my wild things are...
24th Jan 2022 5:08pm
We all have wild things within us.
Amazing poetry!
The first two lines brought to mind Jabberwocky and your poem instills the same attraction and aversion. Masterful.
Thank you.
❣️❣️❣️🙏
Amazing poetry!
The first two lines brought to mind Jabberwocky and your poem instills the same attraction and aversion. Masterful.
Thank you.
❣️❣️❣️🙏
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Re. Where my wild things are...
26th Jan 2022 3:38am
....Dank insecurity........best keep that little light on.,.. you just never know when your mind will be under attack
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
26th Jan 2022 3:45am
I keep a Wonder Woman night light, for those 'just in case' scenarios... lol...
Thanks for the lovely visit, Robert
I greatly appreciate it - 💙
🌹 - B
x
Thanks for the lovely visit, Robert
I greatly appreciate it - 💙
🌹 - B
x
Re. Where my wild things are...
Intriguing write blue. It’s relatable and yet unique to each person’s experiences.
I think this is a winner.
I think this is a winner.
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Re: Re. Where my wild things are...
29th Jan 2022 2:29am
It's so awesome that you can see how one avenue of a takeaway can be subjective, varying from reader to reader depending upon where they're at emotionally... that's always a hopeful goal, I'm my mind, when writing. Thanks for the kind words and seeing a bit of uniqueness, it's very much appreciated!!
All my warmest regards,
🌹 - 💙
B
All my warmest regards,
🌹 - 💙
B