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Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:27pm
Yesterday 9:27pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 4)
The short time I spent in Llanfairfechan allowed me to gain a measure of stability and to contemplate on the direction my life had taken: the musical aspirations that I still felt passionate about, the aimless drifting through Devon and London, the solitary drinking, the fears and anxieties.
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
After staying in dormitories, sleeping on kitchen floors and sharing a room with international students, I finally got to wake up in a normal bed on my first morning in Wales. In the corner of the room stood the piano that had assisted me through most of my teen years, looking well and...
#alcohol
#homelessness
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
6 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:17pm
Yesterday 8:17pm
Father's Day 2021
Today is Father's Day. But because I have no father or children, I can't celebrate this day. Dad was born on October 18, 1947 and died on July 13, 2013 at the age of sixty-five. When I saw Dad in his casket, it brought tears to my eyes and made me feel sad. But it didn't make me feel any worse than I was already feeling. Mom died just four months earlier and I was already feeling terrible.
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
Dad was a good provider. He didn't earn a lot of money but he was a hard worker, and provided for my brother and I and Mom. Because Dad dropped out of school in the 6th or 7th grade, he could...
#father
#FathersDay
#money
#cancer
#nonfiction
9 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
18th Jun 2021 10:49pm
Homeless, The First Time (Part 3)
Okay,' one of my relatives said when I finished explaining. 'There's a student hostel in Kensington. Get a taxi over and we'll meet you there.'
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
That night, I travelled by taxi to the student hostel in Kensington, but I didn't there stay for long. I had no way of paying the rent. I found Kensington a lonely place to be.
I attempted to get a job selling paintings on the south side of London, but when I arrived at headquarters to start work, the firm didn't have my details and refused to hire me. Given the long list of phobias, I don't really see how the job could have...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#PTSD #fear
#PTSD #fear
15 reads
13 Comments
chihiro_angel
Poem Published
18th Jun 2021 5:42am
18th Jun 2021 5:42am
Ghost
She ran through the streets
in the darkness of night,
seeing the ghost of her past.
She returned her gaze
to where she had come from,
but she felt compelled
to return to the past,
hoping that this time things would be different.
in the darkness of night,
seeing the ghost of her past.
She returned her gaze
to where she had come from,
but she felt compelled
to return to the past,
hoping that this time things would be different.
#hope
#TimeHeals
10 reads
0 Comments
githu27_lm
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 5:38am
17th Jun 2021 5:38am
I'm not ready for a Pet.
I am not ready for a pet….
some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no...
some mornings I wake up
jumping out of my bed.
I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows.
But there are mornings,
when I don't wake up at all… .
My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this.
I tend to love too hard and break too much.
If another life leaves me on my own,
my body might survive…
But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no...
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#confusion
#emptiness
#fear
17 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
15th Jun 2021 00:06am
Homeless, The First Time (Part 2)
Have you the price of a can of lager?' the owner of the flat asked me in the morning. I didn't like parting with my money, what little of it was left, but I had no choice. Give him the money for the beer, or return to the Pound.
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
It didn't take long for me to discover that almost every person who came to the flat had problems with drink or drugs. And the drinking wasn't just heavy drinking, but breakfast drinking as well. The people would begin the days with swigs from a can of strong lager or a bottle of spirits. I liked to drink too but never in the mornings. Still, I drank...
#homelessness
#MentalHealth
#risk
21 reads
10 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:14am
13th Jun 2021 11:14am
Transcript of the veiled
Trembling train tracks as I glance into the hay hazed fields where horticulture and agriculture meet face to face . In land sliding longitude of gravitating greens where jade and mauve flicker. Into the shimmering light of passing venues
Michelstadt
A place where roman ruins meet a fairytale path when giantess trees seek solace in dawns embrace. Where clouded amber rests on velvet hills. There where the old castle ruins circle around the center. Each romanticism hermetic tale from tongue tied twisted frankincense. Frankensteins castle sleeps in bedazzled hills...
Michelstadt
A place where roman ruins meet a fairytale path when giantess trees seek solace in dawns embrace. Where clouded amber rests on velvet hills. There where the old castle ruins circle around the center. Each romanticism hermetic tale from tongue tied twisted frankincense. Frankensteins castle sleeps in bedazzled hills...
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#uplifting #philosophical
#uplifting #philosophical
28 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 5:26pm
12th Jun 2021 5:26pm
Norman's Demise
I had an uncle. His name was Norman Greene. He died twenty years ago today on June 12, 2001. He was fifty-six. Norman smoked three or four packs of cigarettes each day. He died of lung cancer. A doctor misdiagnosed Norman. He told Mom that Norman had TB. A few days later, we were informed about the misdiagnosis, and that Norman actually had lung cancer. Norman died about two weeks later.
Norman and I had something in common. Schizophrenia. My type of Schizophrenia is Paranoid Schizophrenia. It's possible that Norman's Schizophrenia was a different type than mine. Norman's...
Norman and I had something in common. Schizophrenia. My type of Schizophrenia is Paranoid Schizophrenia. It's possible that Norman's Schizophrenia was a different type than mine. Norman's...
#death
#MentalHealth
#cancer #nonfiction
#cancer #nonfiction
18 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
11th Jun 2021 10:58pm
Homeless, The First Time
I arrived in London a few hours later and began to panic, overwhelmed by the crowds and the noise. A siren wailed nearby and a police vehicle pulled to a halt. I felt truly lost, mesmerised by the speed of the city and the officers attending to an incident on the opposite corner of the street.
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
My first attempt at living in London lasted just seven weeks. Within days, the tentative arrangement I'd made fell through and I found myself homeless, on the way to a shelter for homeless people, not what I'd hoped for. By now, the cacophony of grim neighbourhoods had begun to drain me,...
#anxiety
#homelessness
#poverty
25 reads
11 Comments
Chords_of_red
Gayle
Gayle
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
10th Jun 2021 6:23pm
Personal Ad
One day I was reading a newspaper,
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
when I came across the personal section. One ad said:
"Single white male seeks single white female...must love fishing and have a boat. Please send picture of the boat"
#funny
#nonfiction
35 reads
10 Comments
VirgiliusMaro
Poem Published
4th Jun 2021 9:10pm
4th Jun 2021 9:10pm
Mathematics - the Word
An equation has no meaning for me unless it expresses a thought of Gd.”
Srinivasa Ramanujan
(Indian mathematician
1887-1920)
Mathematics originates not from the world of phenomena, which is the world of limitation, but from the primordial void, from the logos. Simultaneous with the conscious awareness of I AM (I AM Gd the Creator), sprung the concise language of mathematics which is the Word of Gd, the original thought, the root and cause, the underlying expression of all there is. ...
Srinivasa Ramanujan
(Indian mathematician
1887-1920)
Mathematics originates not from the world of phenomena, which is the world of limitation, but from the primordial void, from the logos. Simultaneous with the conscious awareness of I AM (I AM Gd the Creator), sprung the concise language of mathematics which is the Word of Gd, the original thought, the root and cause, the underlying expression of all there is. ...
#universe
28 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2021 9:26pm
3rd Jun 2021 9:26pm
The 2nd Anniversary of John Brown's Death
Today is the second anniversary of John Wayne Brown's death. For those who don't know, John's mother named him after the deceased movie star. Sadly in addition to John, his mother and father are also deceased. John died on June 3, 2019 at the age of forty-eight. When a person is forty-eight, it isn't young, but it's still too young to die. John would be fifty if he had lived.
Let me tell you about something that happened when John and I were kids at school. A dodgeball game was being played in the gym. I had been hit by a ball and was sitting on the top row of the bleachers. A boy...
Let me tell you about something that happened when John and I were kids at school. A dodgeball game was being played in the gym. I had been hit by a ball and was sitting on the top row of the bleachers. A boy...
#friendship
#death
#anniversary #nonfiction
#anniversary #nonfiction
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