The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you [...]
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Bishop: One Art
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged elizabeth bishop, elizabeth bishop one art, famous poets, grief, Life, loss, one art, one art elizabeth bishop, poetry on October 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Candlelight
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged AA, alcoholics, alcoholism, Beauty, candlelight, candles, I am, i am poetry, mental illness, Music, poems, poetry, rhythm on October 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am a shadow
dancing to your gold rhythm
on your curvaceous lilac-scented candle.
But you slowly drink your fuel
and drink yourself
to death.
Friedman: “I Never Saw Another Butterfly”
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged Auschwitz, concentration camp, concentration camps, famous poems, history, Holocaust, i never saw another butterfly, Jewish, Judaism, pavel friedman, poem, poems, poetry, poets, the last butterfly on September 11, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I never saw another butterfly . . .
The last, the very last,
so richly, brightly, dazzling yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears sing
against a white stone . . .
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly `way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it
wished to kiss the world goodbye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this [...]
Hughes: The Dream Keeper
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged poetry, Music, trauma, abuse, poets, dreams, famous poets, pain, African American poets, Hughes, Langston Hughes, dreamers, heartbreak, heartbroken, suffering on August 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
-Langston Hughes
I feel the bones of my sanity
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged borderline personality disorder, genius, going crazy, insanity, intelligence, madness, mental illness, poetry, poets, psychology, psychotherapy, reason, sanity, schizophrenia, tragedy on July 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I feel the bones of my sanity
drying. My life used to stand with
a straight spine, to make
sense. Now if I so much as
look at life – at sense – or
even think about it, it disintegrates between
my fingers like a desiccated clump of
sand to the bottom of an
hourglass from which
nothing, no minute, no grain, [...]
Assuming the Worst
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged assuming the worst, depression, future, idealism, idealists, psychology, psychotherapy, realism, realists, relationships, therapy, toxic personalities, wet blanket on July 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve inherited from my mother a tendency to assume, just because something horrible could happen, it will happen. Mom’s term for assuming the worst was “being realistic”. I often heard her scolding cousins and family friends who were enjoying thoughts of love and a positive future, “You are living in a fantasy world!” [...]
Dilemma
Posted in -all posts-, abuse & depression, tagged abuse, anxiety, depression, dilemmas, emotions, extended family, family, family pressure, gay, GLBT, homosexual, homosexuality, lesbian, LGBT, Life, mental illness, peer pressure, pressure, psychological abuse, random, writing prompts on June 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Two overbearing gods need you. They hate each other. Each begs you to have nothing to do with the other. Each faults your personality if you don’t abandon the other. You know you’d be so much happier if you flipped both off and ran away. But you can’t. So [...]
