I have been asked to post some of my writings. So hopefully some of you can enjoy them. Here is one titled just like the posting…. An Ending
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The sun beats down
as I lay on the ground,
that is red from all my bleeding.
Shot through the heart,
soon Life will depart,
of nothing will I be needing.
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My mouth runs dry
and I begin to cry,
I know no help will arrive.
I know it’s too late,
I accept my fate,
nothing can keep me alive.
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It doesn’t last long
’till something goes wrong,
in a life lived on the streets.
Only one thing to say
as Life fades away,
my Soul is finally at peace.
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Hey FTS I came here specifically to see if you’d posted a poem. I’m so glad you did. This one reminds me so much of the time I freaked out, ran off & lived on the streets for a while. It reminds me of the loneliness… seeing people all around but knowing nobody would ever help. Instead they can sense a soul in pain and they avoid you like you’ve got some sorta contagious disease.
Does this poem have a story behind it?
this one is even older…. from April of ’01….. no story really…… that one is more me imagining what it may be like or something….
I went through my archives today….. lots more positive stuff than I remember…. lots of just garbage too…. I posted ones I thought fit here and were good enough to read
It’s funny to read thru the old stuff… I don’t keep a journal, but I jot down a lot of thoughts in my planner, going back to ’98. Maybe you get the same weird feeling…. even the depressing stuff is a comfort when you read it back years later. It’s like ‘wow, I survived that’.
But then the positive stuff really burns because it’s like ‘wow, I’ll never be that happy again.’
I think a journal or diary… or even what you do… is good…. it was actually an old girlfriend who gave me my first journal, along with a card…. I may not be very good with my emotions or feelings…. but I used to be waaay worse….. I don’t necessarily write every day…. sometimes it’s years between entries….. but I do find it helpful when dealing with difficult feelings, just to get them out so I can recognize them and then decide how to deal…. over the years it has been real helpful…. oddly enough, that ex (whom I respect more than most people ever in my life) and I haven’t communicated via phone or email or anything in over 10 years….. don’t even know how to get a hold of her anymore…. kinda sucks…. she did more good for me as a person than anyone except for maybe my mom…..