• Have you ever lost someone to suicide?

    A crowd of people gathered closely in the park, Wearing colored beads to name the ones they'd lost. All had come from places where the land was sere and stark, Or sailed upon the waters where hopes and dreams were tossed. Orange and green and purple strands, one for each that died, Sharing hope from deepest sorrow, beacons in the night. Yet my... show more
    A crowd of people gathered closely in the park, Wearing colored beads to name the ones they'd lost. All had come from places where the land was sere and stark, Or sailed upon the waters where hopes and dreams were tossed. Orange and green and purple strands, one for each that died, Sharing hope from deepest sorrow, beacons in the night. Yet my heart was stricken with sensed grief each time I spied Someone bearing the mighty burden of a strand that was pure white. These brave souls releasing doves in their loved ones' names Made me feel connected to something beyond this; I grew more wise, and calmer- I will never be the same, Watching the flocks soar away, happy just to exist. After being a part of the Walk in Remembrance with Hope for Survivors of Suicide Loss.
    17 answers · Poetry · 7 months ago
  • How can I protect myself?

    Nearly two years ago I had to move in with my mother in a new town after a divorce left me with no means of support. She seemed better than the past, maybe I thought so but I had forgotten how she can seem so sweet and gentle... When I was 2 or 3 she left me ith a guy she just met because she had mono and went to the hospital. He sexually abused me... show more
    Nearly two years ago I had to move in with my mother in a new town after a divorce left me with no means of support. She seemed better than the past, maybe I thought so but I had forgotten how she can seem so sweet and gentle... When I was 2 or 3 she left me ith a guy she just met because she had mono and went to the hospital. He sexually abused me for several years. She married him and had two sons. He had legally adopted me at four. I know she knew and would not let herself see it, and I know my little brothers spied on us. So when I told a friend one night and she told her mom and her mom called CPS it was worse traumatization than the abuse itself. Mom turned against me immediately. Said it was ecause the bishop at the church said I was lying. Hmm she only went to that Mormon church because she chanced accross an opportunity to have a lotof people think she was the seetest person in the world. I was their primary caregiver. She never ever cleaned house. It was disgusting. So it was leave it that way or do that too. So I was a housewife basically while in kindergarten. Anyway now I am living with her having to clean up after her and two smelly, not well-trained dogs. Plus I have a full time job and go to school. And she is controlling my social life and will not let me have or even try to make any friends. And I have run off from time to time just because I can't handle it.
    2 answers · Family · 9 months ago
  • Do you know how to untie a 'Neptunian Knot'?

    He came from where the two red suns set as one; I met him where the roads all turn to dirt. I was contemplating how things come undone, he was lying in the sand, and he was hurt. His skin was like an old salamander's hide, his eyes were staring off into the void. He began to stir as I took him inside, and with startled grace his weapons... show more
    He came from where the two red suns set as one; I met him where the roads all turn to dirt. I was contemplating how things come undone, he was lying in the sand, and he was hurt. His skin was like an old salamander's hide, his eyes were staring off into the void. He began to stir as I took him inside, and with startled grace his weapons were deployed. He pointed a poison stinger at my heart, then he scanned me with a magnetic field; for a moment, my mind came apart when I met his knowing gaze my fate was sealed. I fell in love that day with a man from space, his terrestrial visit, alas, was short. Now the child in me will have his face, and I was simply a token of his sport. I never even knew his given name or why he was so very hard to resist. He disappeared as swiftly as he came with a stinging pain from his last kiss. The child will reach the stars someday, seeking vengeance upon his sire. The child has huge eyes and is quite grey, fond of setting everything on fire.
    5 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • What was the point I wanted to make?

    Something Profound It’s an abstract concept; A nuance, a gist- A fleeting suggestion That everyone missed It was in the lyrics to songs That I played on repeat Spelled out in messages That I had to delete. If someone had seen it, Had heeded the call, Had known why I always Kept my back to the wall, Why pain made me smile Why I walked way too... show more
    Something Profound It’s an abstract concept; A nuance, a gist- A fleeting suggestion That everyone missed It was in the lyrics to songs That I played on repeat Spelled out in messages That I had to delete. If someone had seen it, Had heeded the call, Had known why I always Kept my back to the wall, Why pain made me smile Why I walked way too fast… But no one kept up, As I was chased by my past. And I could never escape it They said just let it go. Like it wasn’t embedded Body mind and soul. I’d have to unravel Each strand of DNA No pure black-or-white, Right-or-left, matter is grey. My unreplicable sequence Is not coded to norms, I love the destructive Nature of heavy storms, The tingling when the lightning Bolts get much too near, The static flowing in my hair The cracks that hurt my ears. It’s not that I’m self-destructive (Anymore) Something profound About the power of this universe, Is how quickly we could drown. I’m fine in the fire And don’t remind me that I’m 50 I don’t want nursing when I’m ill, I know they’ll have to try to ‘fix’ me. Like I should start to live my life By what the majority believes, They haven’t seen my flashback dreams Where I can’t run and I can’t scream; Not because I’m bound or threatened But because I don’t want others to know What happened to me behind doors That closed so long ago.
    5 answers · Psychology · 1 year ago
  • Hmmm, are you wondering if our supervillians are winning like this poem says?

    superheroes never initiate, they wait for bad guys to launch sinister plots then bust out of mundane existences in a cape and black tights that reveal muscles but never THAT one they are smooooth aroiund the bend am I the only one that ever noticed? perhaps they left the man-tool with the spinster aunt, or the butler lois lane was a... show more
    superheroes never initiate, they wait for bad guys to launch sinister plots then bust out of mundane existences in a cape and black tights that reveal muscles but never THAT one they are smooooth aroiund the bend am I the only one that ever noticed? perhaps they left the man-tool with the spinster aunt, or the butler lois lane was a dominatrix and we all know about batman and robin fat chance catwoman, go claw your way out of ultra-feminiity and turn your purr into a roar forget that we were put here for our progeny will we all die out before we travel to the next galaxy? I bet the supervillian gets there first and he wears armor and groupies where is your teenage daughter? his balls are the size of Jupiter... if he shoots that weapon Big Bang Theory. Proven. Meanwhile cowering from the Kryptonite that exposed his faked machismo Superman begs lois to whip him with the pink leather strap she obliges smiling with a hand-rolled cigar gripped in her sharp teeth...
    5 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • Does anyone relate to my poem?

    The intimacy of a secret shared A furtive glace While unaware That I, having known you In the same sense, long past Feel the bonds of your distant obsession Grow strong, cutting the wave like a surfer So I run from the place where the crests break on the sand Reach higher ground, trying not to show my tears Trying to suppress the fears... show more
    The intimacy of a secret shared A furtive glace While unaware That I, having known you In the same sense, long past Feel the bonds of your distant obsession Grow strong, cutting the wave like a surfer So I run from the place where the crests break on the sand Reach higher ground, trying not to show my tears Trying to suppress the fears That surround me, amplified like this place Of isolation is an amphitheater Once I wrote symphonies With sexuality and tenderness, Felt your caress like a melody We harmonized But the discord of a hidden thing As you taught me, made me believe The hidden thing haunts at the place where waves form And poisons the waters In such fluids I drown And the song is an echo From the belly of the whale Where her unborn young are trying To renew the lost connection Intimacy I caught you in a moment of it, tied the ends and adjusted the knot But as we swam together A hook dangled; as I fought To get to you Could not And now you hide the secret That is shared in other dimensions You swim and surf without me And I collect old seashells, few and mostly broken I hold them to my ear and hear The sounds of your absolution
    7 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • Is it too late for a Valentine?

    STUPID CUPID (a Valentine’s poem by LCF 2016) Your arrows are dull little boy Your bow is now merely a toy. Can’t kill a dove Much less inject love Into a heart that you aimed to destroy. Your shot fell too short to stick in Love without forgiveness, a sin. Your silver lined puffs Smashed into the bluff, Diverted by sudden cold winds. Cease fire!... show more
    STUPID CUPID (a Valentine’s poem by LCF 2016) Your arrows are dull little boy Your bow is now merely a toy. Can’t kill a dove Much less inject love Into a heart that you aimed to destroy. Your shot fell too short to stick in Love without forgiveness, a sin. Your silver lined puffs Smashed into the bluff, Diverted by sudden cold winds. Cease fire! This heart you’ll not pierce; Its shell has grown thick, its beat fierce. No longer played fool Or slave to love’s rule The storm ends, the sky at last clears.
    14 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • Do you like to read story-poems?

    THE UGLY BROTHER lcf 2017 Donny was born at 5:59 and Johnny at 6:02; Hard to tell them apart wrapped in baby blue. Mom had little letters embroidered in their snugs (And Donny screamed every time she gave his brother hugs) They got matching train sets, and toy boats with little sails; Donny like to knock Johnny’s train right off the rails, And... show more
    THE UGLY BROTHER lcf 2017 Donny was born at 5:59 and Johnny at 6:02; Hard to tell them apart wrapped in baby blue. Mom had little letters embroidered in their snugs (And Donny screamed every time she gave his brother hugs) They got matching train sets, and toy boats with little sails; Donny like to knock Johnny’s train right off the rails, And never let his sibling sail his boat in the bath… But Johnny would just flash his guileless grin and laugh. When they were 4 years old, they got a babysitter; When she tried to put them to bed Donny fought and bit her Johnny kissed her boo-boo, his big eyes filled with tears. They went through many sitters over the next few years… In middle school, Donny excelled at lots of sports; But had a few black marks on behavioral reports. Johnny got good grades but didn’t make a lot of friends, Donny always kept on top of the latest trends.
    9 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • Can the responses to a poem beget new life within an old soul, returning 'home'?

    Serenity and grace, my sword and shield; Mindfulness and reason choose my fights. If I understand and empathize, I yield; Every soul on Earth has equal rights. Mindfulness and reason choose my fights. I bear the scars of battles I have lost. Every person here has equal rights. I stand for this, no matter what the cost. I bear the scars of battles... show more
    Serenity and grace, my sword and shield; Mindfulness and reason choose my fights. If I understand and empathize, I yield; Every soul on Earth has equal rights. Mindfulness and reason choose my fights. I bear the scars of battles I have lost. Every person here has equal rights. I stand for this, no matter what the cost. I bear the scars of battles I have lost. The ghosts of fallen allies haunt me still. I stand for them, no matter what the cost. Their spirits help me manifest my will. The ghosts of fallen allies haunt me still. Bravely they once battled by my side Their spirits help me manifest my will. I speak of them with reverence and pride. The bravest souls once battled by my side; To honor them, I protect the innocent; I fight for them with reverence and pride. I bear the banner of the dissident. I honor those who protect innocents; My enemies are those who corrupt laws. I bear the banner of the dissident; I gladly risk my life for the right cause. My enemies are those who corrupt laws. If they fail to empathize I will not yield. I gladly give my life to the right cause; Serenity and grace, my sword and shield.
    4 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • Can you visualize where this poem came to be?

    60 MPH by LCF 2016 (for 5 more hours) The feeling I get careening down a dark road slick with rain windshield wiper metronome melodic squeal of tires I revel in terrified delight knowing a slight turn of the wheel could stop all possible futures; in that moment, no worries can assail me the bills that I can’t pay, the aches and pains as I... show more
    60 MPH by LCF 2016 (for 5 more hours) The feeling I get careening down a dark road slick with rain windshield wiper metronome melodic squeal of tires I revel in terrified delight knowing a slight turn of the wheel could stop all possible futures; in that moment, no worries can assail me the bills that I can’t pay, the aches and pains as I wake, the people I can never please no matter how I try fade to insignificance as I watch the headlights of the other cars and the reflecting arrows all happening in slow motion at 60 miles per hour
    9 answers · Poetry · 1 year ago
  • Can you write me a poem that helps with time and stress management?

    I know it is not polite to ask for gifts from friends you have not seen in a long time, but I would like to be asked for one and btw yes I got the urge after Caz's question. Miss you guys!
    I know it is not polite to ask for gifts from friends you have not seen in a long time, but I would like to be asked for one and btw yes I got the urge after Caz's question. Miss you guys!
    21 answers · Poetry · 2 years ago
  • When you pay a holding fee to hold an apartment until they run the credit check, can they raise the monthly amount?

    They also have a clause saying that the holding fee and credit check cost cannot be refunded if you pass the credit check and refuse the rental. Also when I asked to speak to a manager, they said there was not a manager because she had just retired.
    They also have a clause saying that the holding fee and credit check cost cannot be refunded if you pass the credit check and refuse the rental. Also when I asked to speak to a manager, they said there was not a manager because she had just retired.
    3 answers · Credit · 2 years ago
  • Can you suggest an effective title for this piece on the cycle of abuse?

    The boy could see the bottle getting closer Below the empty holes within those eyes; Fingers clenched around the ashed remains Of the past, burned into skinless cries. Sounds, like sugar in the blood, getting thicker, Undissolved- seeing red, too hot to wrangle; Branding iron fist, big mark on small jawline, Fractured filaments in flashback,... show more
    The boy could see the bottle getting closer Below the empty holes within those eyes; Fingers clenched around the ashed remains Of the past, burned into skinless cries. Sounds, like sugar in the blood, getting thicker, Undissolved- seeing red, too hot to wrangle; Branding iron fist, big mark on small jawline, Fractured filaments in flashback, oddly angled. Brittle bones gnashed, behind toothsome snarls, Malnutrition, breathing dread in frothing spittle. A dangled doll, broken; and now..... he says 'so sorry' With an earnest grin that splits him down the middle. The father dies, the damaged son carries on the curse, Doing to his own son what his father had done worse.
    6 answers · Poetry · 2 years ago
  • Is Sun Sonata a good title for this?

    Scheme a sordid scene, revenge and war, patented impending doom du jour. marching endless sea of ordered troops, scavengers fed fowl kept clipped in coops . Dress the brass in tactless shabby blues, nom de guerre, new alibis assumed. execute plan 'x' in section 'y' genome locks and neural networks die. Rocket to the moon or... show more
    Scheme a sordid scene, revenge and war, patented impending doom du jour. marching endless sea of ordered troops, scavengers fed fowl kept clipped in coops . Dress the brass in tactless shabby blues, nom de guerre, new alibis assumed. execute plan 'x' in section 'y' genome locks and neural networks die. Rocket to the moon or south of Rome. Cosmonauts create a cache of clones. Evolutionary trade secrets are sent to bigger solar systems, trillions spent. Contained within a space-junk littered haze, The coda of the sun sonata plays.
    Poetry · 2 years ago
  • Do you like poems with strings?

    Cat Revision of String Theory (It’s a bit of a yarn. A tall tail. Outside the box. Skinner’s and Shroedinger’s) They say that dreams are self-contrived: Mine are the eight lives I have survived. I still chase my tail, and I don’t care how it seems- I’ve faced trial by fire, in those dreams! Consciousness, so far from thoughts Controlled so... show more
    Cat Revision of String Theory (It’s a bit of a yarn. A tall tail. Outside the box. Skinner’s and Shroedinger’s) They say that dreams are self-contrived: Mine are the eight lives I have survived. I still chase my tail, and I don’t care how it seems- I’ve faced trial by fire, in those dreams! Consciousness, so far from thoughts Controlled so carefully, these plots Are rows of six foot holes, then mounds, Unsettled, quaking, shaky grounds. Conception smiths our coded bits, The feeble fetus forms, forgets, And learns to follow lesser desires, Repress the surging inner fires. They say it’s silly that I feel feline; That there is madness burning in my mind. Curiosity kills, they advise… I’m just biding my time- counterclockwise. Human is just a shape I chanced to wear When the feral kitten left its astral lair. I still want to follow those creatures with wings, Who aren’t held to ground by theories with strings. Tick-tock, talk about time, future, past, Divining our answers on devices, forecast To swindle us out of living with purpose, By promising us happiness can be purchased. I don’t buy in, I’d rather fall to bones, Trampled by masses as they rush to cast stones, Judging, demanding we slave, struggle, pay. Life is a big ball of yarn. I must play…
    Poetry · 2 years ago
  • Do poems written from the heart read as well as professional crafted perfect poems?

    I managed to come back at last, and saw some familiar names were cast on the pages like old times. This is just a greeting. BUT IT RHYMES! I'm back...
    I managed to come back at last, and saw some familiar names were cast on the pages like old times. This is just a greeting. BUT IT RHYMES! I'm back...
    3 answers · Poetry · 2 years ago
  • Do you like storm poetry?

    COLOSSAL LOSS It gathers swiftly overhead, from all sides, Roiling clouds in every hue of gray… So many more than fifty shades. This storm reminds me of you. Holding back until, with a flash, the sky is rent; Lash-whip blasts, bolts that break the walls… The apocalypse or a continental avalanche; Thor’s Hammer in the power of a clenched fist. The... show more
    COLOSSAL LOSS It gathers swiftly overhead, from all sides, Roiling clouds in every hue of gray… So many more than fifty shades. This storm reminds me of you. Holding back until, with a flash, the sky is rent; Lash-whip blasts, bolts that break the walls… The apocalypse or a continental avalanche; Thor’s Hammer in the power of a clenched fist. The storm doesn’t last long; despite all the fury Released into being, mindlessly and without mercy, It subsides as suddenly as it set in- I am left drowning in your emotional floodwaters. A chasm, rifted earth where my garden once grew, Mud and roots, tiny shoots that won’t live to bear fruit; But I will grow others from these seeds I held on to While your colossal torrent was ruining the rest of my world.
    6 answers · Poetry · 3 years ago
  • Can you decipher the meaning in this poem?

    Longing for but knowing the folly Of knowing you are never sorry For hurtful words and cold, dark stares… For thinking only of your own affairs. Long lonely nights when I am here; The different loneliness of being there. You were always someplace I couldn’t reach, In need of a lesson I could not teach. So we go our separate ways Yours secured,... show more
    Longing for but knowing the folly Of knowing you are never sorry For hurtful words and cold, dark stares… For thinking only of your own affairs. Long lonely nights when I am here; The different loneliness of being there. You were always someplace I couldn’t reach, In need of a lesson I could not teach. So we go our separate ways Yours secured, mine a haze Of uncertainty or a possible fate That I came upon a bit too late. But at least I have a chance Of returning to the dance Of life, while you shun belief And stand, alone, denying grief.
    5 answers · Poetry · 3 years ago
  • Does this poem have any irrelevancies that I should edit out?

    Nothing is beautiful enough, it seems, They Photoshop landscapes, Edit out nature’s touches If they adversely affect the desired effect; You can make a killing Arctic wasteland Seem like a magical kingdom For unicorns and mermaids Maybe they existed once And were banished there That’s why they’re dead now. They capture the ruins Of temples... show more
    Nothing is beautiful enough, it seems, They Photoshop landscapes, Edit out nature’s touches If they adversely affect the desired effect; You can make a killing Arctic wasteland Seem like a magical kingdom For unicorns and mermaids Maybe they existed once And were banished there That’s why they’re dead now. They capture the ruins Of temples dedicated to various deities And make the architecture stand out Like no blood ever ran in rivers in the courtyard After the impious and the blasphemous Were slain to appease some sanctimonious faction. Fractional expressions that leave the sum of the whole In an answer book that is accessible Only to the few initiated into the administrative fold. Is burning the flag treason? Not if you were burned by it first. Countless victims of a sovereign’s ideals That were not well thought out, We wave banners not in defiance But in complacency Or ignorance. Soldiers return from a war Waged upon our minds And pocketbooks, The cost economically minimal when compared To the spiritual fees paid by the warriors. They are treated like debtors, never free.
    5 answers · Poetry · 3 years ago
  • Is this the correct way to present emotion in words?

    In-graved by LCF © 2015 I hurt myself by unconsciously clenching A fist that has grown in my guts. There are subversive suggestions entrenching My self-concepts, spend a night in the ruts. Day breaks like egg yolks, becoming too set To give me a reason for this toast. Places I’ve dreamed of, but can’t get to yet Are waiting on the Southwestern... show more
    In-graved by LCF © 2015 I hurt myself by unconsciously clenching A fist that has grown in my guts. There are subversive suggestions entrenching My self-concepts, spend a night in the ruts. Day breaks like egg yolks, becoming too set To give me a reason for this toast. Places I’ve dreamed of, but can’t get to yet Are waiting on the Southwestern coast. Trees grow tall in the richest soil But I have my roots stuck in this clay. Around the saplings a sidewinder coils Until weather extremes drive it away. If I don’t soon escape this city of sin, You can visit my bones in the grave they’re thrown in.
    4 answers · Poetry · 3 years ago