Just discovered this today, thought it worth passing on.
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Controlled by our Imagination
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Picture/ Gif Dump, Poem at the end by TVD
A Shade of Brown
At the end of my rope, for convenience I rely on my phone.
You disconnected your number. I’ve never felt so alone.
Tonight my mood dropped even further. I miss you friend.
The operator told me I made an error, looks like it’s really the end.
Lady we used to talk for hours, about days- gone-by.
Labor Day weekend is gonna be scorching. Your humor is so dry.
You were the only person that believed I’d see success.
Fame and Fortune escaped my grasp. Bad luck has such finesse.
Maybe I could see up together accepting an academy award.
Fall is fast approaching. Feels like I swallowed a sword.
As the leaves fall from the trees, the gold is a Shade of Brown.
This single bed feels like forever. I can’t drag myself to town.
Anxiety explodes to depression. Is there a life lesson to learn?
We walked together in the meadow. It’s time to let it burn.
Even though the pain is fierce! Maybe it has nothing to do with me?
Without your enthusiasm I’ve been seduced by self-pity.
Don’t ever remember falling off a cliff at such an elevation.
Insecure territory is a tragic playground!!! I’m plagued by procrastination!!!
Rewind this fatal scene in slow-motion. I need to change lanes.
How can you measure misfortune? In the end I’ll take the blame.
The fast lane seems to have invited, confessions stained with tarnish.
You try to break-free, reflection mirages a
death-wish.
Everybody hears bad news. I’d knock, but there is no door.
Scorn is the opposite of forgiveness. I never thought you’d keep score.
As I go about living life.
Love is a dangerous proposition. Common sense has its purpose. Fools live by intuition.
When a thief robs a bank, a bag of cash is his goal.
I found your consolation at the bottom of this hole.
By T.V.D.
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When Galaxies Cry
More great poetry from someone I didn’t know of before.
When galaxies cry,
The tears that they shed
Are showers of light
We see overhead
That leave us in awe
As we touch our cheeks,
Speechless but listening
When radiance speaks.
So gaze at the sky
When stars shoot above
And hear as they make
Their statements of love,
For they long to be heard
In the vacuum of space,
Stardrops streaming down
A celestial face.
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SUICIDE- REDEMPTION OR HELL?
as many of you know, my teenaged daughter killed herself 20 years ago. this speaks to my heart
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The One Night When A Miracle Happened !
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Learning tO accept yOurself…
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An old one, by Jim, new one by me
Reprinted from years ago when he lived in a dirty old concrete box full of overcrowded rooms [now he lives in a new, clean concrete box with only one roommate!]. One of the first poems he showed me. It was in the first year of my work as the last watercooler in hell. We spent months just talking and sharing poetry every week.
This one broke my heart.
Girlfriend
written 2/21/09 6:25 p.m.
We watched a butterfly be born into the world
Held hands at a scary film
Thought silly jokes were funny
Smiled with our eyes
I love you was spoken a lot
Mingled with other couples
Broke up once or twice
People talked about our relationship
She wrote when I was gone in jail
This is where we failed
My time was longer than her love
Have a picture of her I can’t tear up
It looks like she is shaking her finger at me in the picture
Wish I wouldn’t have made my mistake
Stakes were too high for me
Alone again with 40 men
This next is mine, this morning.
Welcome to-
Arrive by jail van
drive through a garage door that closes behind you
the world has turned upside down
everyone has latex gloves
“Take off your clothes and get in the shower to the right”
frightened, you look for a human face
without success
you may not see those clothes again
people are watching you through a mirrored window
instructions come from the wall mounted speaker
high above reach
“If you can’t clean yourself properly we will send someone to help you”
you don’t want to be touched by those rubber hands
you do your best to obey but it is hard-
nothing makes sense, you suppress an urge to scream out loud
they are making sure you don’t have anything
anything at all
you are truly stripped by the time they let you into the next room
“Put on these clothes. We will help you if you can’t do it by yourself”
again you comply
“What is happening to me?
What happened to your face?”
“We will help you to get better”
time, ushered along, nothing is right
[correct, true, accurate, factual, fit, satisfactory]
go to your room
. . . .
Doctor: “My job is to diagnose your illness,
prescribe medications
and take you to court if you refuse them”
“I’m not here to talk to you or listen-
in fact, if you see me coming that’s bad news for you”
and, you think, I still haven’t gotten my self back
(or my clothes and by the way
NPR never sent me the tote bag they promised during the fund drive)
. . . .
oh God, if I’m crazy what does that make
You
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