simply let it out. words, drawings, music, song. purge yourself here. living with epilepsy can evoke some crazy things.. venting is wonderful! even if you just want to share some creativity.. here's the place.
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Started by Fríða Björk Pálsdóttir Feb 20. 0 Replies 0 Likes
I was looking for a neutral group and I think I found it here. My name is Fríða and no I have no poem now or some philosophical discussion today, just glad to find a place that I find relaxing. So…Continue
Started by Vicki Rick Apr 1, 2011. 0 Replies 2 Likes
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security. And you begin to learn the…Continue
Started by deb bouthiette Mar 25, 2011. 0 Replies 3 Likes
sitting here in the rain, litting the cool drops hit my face, thinking why hit me not the rain the cool drops feel nice on my face. the epilepsy,seizuers, all the different medications. all the…Continue
Started by Stephanie. Last reply by Sam Magee Feb 28, 2011. 1 Reply 2 Likes
waves of consciousness.tidal wavescrashing - sweeping me undertrying to hold onto anything -any sense of a reality i alwaystry so hard to run away from.here i am.blue closet…Continue
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Comment by Shirley Bracken on March 24, 2013 at 10:00pm I like to write short 5-7-5 syllable poems. One of this type of poem is called a japanese senryu. This poem is called 'virtue' I hope you like it.
virture
virture is not worn
on silken sleeves or loose lips
be a humble man
Shirley Bracken@2012
Please comment. Tell me if you can relate to any of this within any aspect of your life. Thanx ;o)
It fought the reality of having to wake up to...wake up to...wake up
to!... the pre-recorded tape that never ran out of film.
Reminding Itself of it's own sorrow and demise.
Pupum, pupum, pupum- was the sound it made;
along with a constant flutter at It's core.
The images, the colors, the shapes, the dreams were - incomlete
because they weren't realized by all five scences.
It was unable to function.
It was cold.
It was numb.
Alone
Afraid to reach out
Reach out and to live
To live in a world
A world filled with hopes
Add in dreams, heartaches and turmoil
But from these do we learn
Learn not to be
Afraid
I am the author of 4 books. Three poetry books and a children's picture book. Feel free to visit my website.
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