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Sorting myself out.

by optiplex 

Posted: 31 January 2005
Word Count: 178

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Confusion, un-decidedness to who can I turn?
What to do now?

Look for the answer, and its not to be found.
I thrash, rant, argue and cry...

Total loss, nowhere to run - I need help;
Who is my friend, and who is not...

One thing is for sure - most of them don't understand!
Some of them snigger, some they laugh

Who are they to judge? What do they know?

Finally I snap, roll up into a ball.
No Talk, no cry just pure emptiness.

I look into myself, and just know... This has to stop
And stop it will...

The first meeting, nervous, like a first date,
Clumsy, dancing around, un-relaxed talků

The second meeting, just a little more relaxed,
Suddenly I snap - and out it all rushes

Tears, hurt, pain & anger - all of these things I express...
I walk out of this meeting feeling oh so better

One year on, life is so much better - smiles, and happiness.
But I still see the person that helped me release.

To be continued...

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Beanie Baby at 16:14 on 01 February 2005  Report this post
This is very powerful and articulate. Do you find your poetry a good outlet for your moods? I certainly do. This piece touches my heart because it feels as if it's from your heart. Many congratulations on a fine piece of work.

optiplex at 01:57 on 02 February 2005  Report this post
Hi Beanie Baby,

Thanks for you're comments - In answer to you're question, yes I do find this a good outlet for my mood. Initally (as I am sure you have read) it was all the bad but with this, I think I am showing how I have improved my frame of mind?

Thanks again,


seanfarragher at 18:07 on 16 May 2005  Report this post
Poetry opens the flood gates. Enjoy the swim, shower and bathe in it. Keep your mind open and all your orifices will recover the tingle and make it your own, personal and delicious. I like the direction of the poem. If you made some of the imagery more specific perhaps the poem might focus more certainly on what you have experienced and how deep that sensation roared.

Plagious at 01:14 on 07 September 2005  Report this post
Great sense of exposure in this writing.

That others will judge and find you wanting.

The game is long, you have a lifetime to play.
Keep true to yourself and, in time, the cards
your are dealt, including those regarding relationships, will fall in your favour.

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