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The_Starstruck
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:03pm
Yesterday 10:03pm
Diary 1
I wonder what's its like without PTSD. Is it calmer? Are there less shadows or are they just different ones? Can you walk down the street without peering over your shoulder at every sound? Waiting until he shows his face to you and finish what was started. Do you live without thinking of all the ways someone could attack you. How no one would help you.I suppose I will likely never know. Unable to shake off the constant sludge of this disease and walking through life desperately pretending to not see the darkness in your eyes every time you pass a mirror. Maybe I'll ask my dad
#memories
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
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Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 10:33am
20th Jan 2020 10:33am
Formula to a Dream
Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.
-Steven Hawking
You are correct.
Not all dreams are attainable.
These are some of my dreams.
Are they attainable?
I believe in myself enough to try.
Will all my dreams come true? No.
To help others clarify an objective and the ways of how to attain them.
To teach basic economics to people living in poverty, for free.
Create a scholarship for all genders of domestic violence.
Solve the equations of Gauss or Tao.
To be loved, unconditionally.
To...
-Steven Hawking
You are correct.
Not all dreams are attainable.
These are some of my dreams.
Are they attainable?
I believe in myself enough to try.
Will all my dreams come true? No.
To help others clarify an objective and the ways of how to attain them.
To teach basic economics to people living in poverty, for free.
Create a scholarship for all genders of domestic violence.
Solve the equations of Gauss or Tao.
To be loved, unconditionally.
To...
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#determination
24 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:49am
19th Jan 2020 5:49am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
When I lived in New Orleans with my family as a child, I went to summer camp at the Jewish Community Center on St Charles Ave. One day they had a special program. They had a pretend plane trip over Europe using a slide show. We all sat around a large room in chairs, looking at slides of the Parthenon, the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, etc and teenage girls walked around in stewardess outfits serving us pastries and grape juice. I felt really high from all the attention. It felt like a window had opened through which I could glimpse my future.
...
When I lived in New Orleans with my family as a child, I went to summer camp at the Jewish Community Center on St Charles Ave. One day they had a special program. They had a pretend plane trip over Europe using a slide show. We all sat around a large room in chairs, looking at slides of the Parthenon, the Eiffel Tower, London Bridge, etc and teenage girls walked around in stewardess outfits serving us pastries and grape juice. I felt really high from all the attention. It felt like a window had opened through which I could glimpse my future.
...
#jealousy
#marriage
#childhood #crush
#childhood #crush
23 reads
5 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 4:24am
19th Jan 2020 4:24am
Autistic Suchley
I made 1 friend in my nursery years
Pale, quiet, had a nervous tick
Had no idea why no one liked us
But some years later it eventually clicked
Neither of us confident to socialise and chat
I with pen in hand was sketching poems into pad
He with mathematics, never need a calculator
Somehow come together, but would split just 1 year later
A different house, a different school, my world was complicated
All I ever knew had been destroyed and recreated
No friends for me that year, and likely neither for him too
The only pal I had I...
Pale, quiet, had a nervous tick
Had no idea why no one liked us
But some years later it eventually clicked
Neither of us confident to socialise and chat
I with pen in hand was sketching poems into pad
He with mathematics, never need a calculator
Somehow come together, but would split just 1 year later
A different house, a different school, my world was complicated
All I ever knew had been destroyed and recreated
No friends for me that year, and likely neither for him too
The only pal I had I...
#childhood
#friendship
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
27 reads
3 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 8:03am
15th Jan 2020 8:03am
3 Fingers
There's a lot
Going on
Between the lines
That you just
can't
See
Going on
Between the lines
That you just
can't
See
#earth
#sun
#moon
#stars
#aliens
23 reads
1 Comment
Lagertha
Legertha
Legertha
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 10:17am
8th Jan 2020 10:17am
Significance of a Pebble
A pebble
left from a
path
A path
left from a
stone
A stone
left from a
tower
A tower
left from a
castle
A castle
left from a
dynasty
A dynasty
left from a
Queen
A Queen
left from a
tradition
A tradition
left from a
family
A family
left from a
war
A war
left from a
tombstone
A tombstone
left as a
pebble
A pebble
left from a
path
left from a
path
A path
left from a
stone
A stone
left from a
tower
A tower
left from a
castle
A castle
left from a
dynasty
A dynasty
left from a
Queen
A Queen
left from a
tradition
A tradition
left from a
family
A family
left from a
war
A war
left from a
tombstone
A tombstone
left as a
pebble
A pebble
left from a
path
#family
#responsibility
55 reads
18 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 00:52am
8th Jan 2020 00:52am
Give Me A Pillow
Today I went to work and instead of
cleaning the house I meditated and
prayed with the family as their beloved
17 year old Golden Retriever layed on
the floor waiting to crossover, he is still
with us. Letting go is so unbelievably
hard. I couldn't clean. I couldnt do
anything worthwhile except cry.
I left emptied. I couldn't go home,
Maryanne needed me next. I went and
got her a pizza I gave her CBD and her
her night meds, I gave Sandy her sickly
cat his special food and his meds.
I then cleaned up possum poop and all ...
cleaning the house I meditated and
prayed with the family as their beloved
17 year old Golden Retriever layed on
the floor waiting to crossover, he is still
with us. Letting go is so unbelievably
hard. I couldn't clean. I couldnt do
anything worthwhile except cry.
I left emptied. I couldn't go home,
Maryanne needed me next. I went and
got her a pizza I gave her CBD and her
her night meds, I gave Sandy her sickly
cat his special food and his meds.
I then cleaned up possum poop and all ...
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#sleep
50 reads
9 Comments
0ld_s0ul
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 5:26pm
6th Jan 2020 5:26pm
Emptiness
I had been searching for a while
Looking for the word to describe the pain that I feel.
That word is Empty...
You see, there is this empty pit in my heart and it grows deeper with every passing minute.
Alcohol used to distract me from it but now that I'm sober, it all is becoming too real. I used to use alcohol as a way to cope with the many issues that come with growing up in a house of functional dysfunction.
My parents were great but they were not perfect.
Growing up with alcoholics is like a rollercoaster ride that you're...
Looking for the word to describe the pain that I feel.
That word is Empty...
You see, there is this empty pit in my heart and it grows deeper with every passing minute.
Alcohol used to distract me from it but now that I'm sober, it all is becoming too real. I used to use alcohol as a way to cope with the many issues that come with growing up in a house of functional dysfunction.
My parents were great but they were not perfect.
Growing up with alcoholics is like a rollercoaster ride that you're...
#anxiety
#love
#depression #relationships
#depression #relationships
42 reads
0 Comments
Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2020 3:50am
2nd Jan 2020 3:50am
No, I dont want to talk about it
How do I explain myself?
Cause my anger is misplaced.
It's like, I wanna be by myself, but not feel alone.
And I wanna skip out on life, but life's not allowed to go on without me.
It's all twisted cause I dream of leaving an impression, but I dont want anything to touch me.
Yet every moment leaves its mark.
How can I be so shallow and hollow, but feel so deeply?
I miss drugs. I miss the void and loss of inhibition.
Seriously, when did I forget how to be human?
Anything is better than...
Cause my anger is misplaced.
It's like, I wanna be by myself, but not feel alone.
And I wanna skip out on life, but life's not allowed to go on without me.
It's all twisted cause I dream of leaving an impression, but I dont want anything to touch me.
Yet every moment leaves its mark.
How can I be so shallow and hollow, but feel so deeply?
I miss drugs. I miss the void and loss of inhibition.
Seriously, when did I forget how to be human?
Anything is better than...
#jealousy
#apathy
51 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 10:17pm
1st Jan 2020 10:17pm
Toby And I: A True Story
About three months after I arrived, I heard that the vicar had a dog and I asked (cheekily) if I could walk the dog. A few days later, I went on my first walk with Toby, a golden Labrador.
A powerful healing tool. I began taking Toby around Highgate Wood and Alexandra Palace. I loved the solitude of nature coupled with the silent companionship of the dog; the memories of Royton, Lancashire, when I had walked the family dog, Timmy, around the estate that we'd lived on; the reminders of the C of E primary school in Royton, St Paul's, and how much a part of the school I had felt...
A powerful healing tool. I began taking Toby around Highgate Wood and Alexandra Palace. I loved the solitude of nature coupled with the silent companionship of the dog; the memories of Royton, Lancashire, when I had walked the family dog, Timmy, around the estate that we'd lived on; the reminders of the C of E primary school in Royton, St Paul's, and how much a part of the school I had felt...
#friendship
#animals
#peace
32 reads
14 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Dec 2019 10:35pm
29th Dec 2019 10:35pm
My Grandmother Elke, True Story, Manchester UK
One Sunday afternoon, my brother Robin and I took a walk to my maternal grandmother’s in Prestwich. She lived on the first floor of an old draughty house that had been converted into two flats.
We sat talking in her cosy kitchen for a while, the three of us drinking stewed tea, Grandma telling us stories about her past in her loud slightly falsetto voice. She was very much an eccentric who took delight in saying something, then chuckling to herself. We used to tease her a bit. Understandably.
That afternoon in the downstairs flat, she was talking about discipline and...
We sat talking in her cosy kitchen for a while, the three of us drinking stewed tea, Grandma telling us stories about her past in her loud slightly falsetto voice. She was very much an eccentric who took delight in saying something, then chuckling to herself. We used to tease her a bit. Understandably.
That afternoon in the downstairs flat, she was talking about discipline and...
#family
#funny
31 reads
4 Comments
blue2u
Poem Published
29th Dec 2019 5:11pm
29th Dec 2019 5:11pm
my new books now for sale
I have written here and other sites for a long time
I am happy to announce I have two books out now
please support me and buy
thankyou
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I am happy to announce I have two books out now
please support me and buy
thankyou
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https://www.amazon.co.uk/s?k=rubin+blue+hergraves&i=stripbooks&ref=nb_sb_noss
#happiness
#hope
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
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1 Comment
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