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Ptsd poetry anyone?

It is 2:46 AM (and I can't put my paintbrush down)

More and more of the flash
comes to my light
not his, his was darkness;
I wish I'd had some fight!

He groped, pinched,
slapped, but sexually;
there was no such thing
as affectionately.

I tried to paint it
the painting came out...
ugly! Just like him.
I just want to SHOUT!

It is nearly 3 AM
so if I do that now
I'll wake my neighbors
get in trouble somehow.

SpiritSong AWAKE!
 
The Poetry Urge A-Callin'

I had an urge to write poetry,
To help reduce my anxiety,
Write poetry, “I thought aloud,”
After a long trip, I had vowed.
I’ll do it soon, when I have some privacy.
I MUST make this a number one priority!

So I scurried home, after a very long drive,
And right into poetry I did dive,
My goal-one poem a day, I have not been faithful,
This I thought, is just so disgraceful,
Today, writing verses, my mind is racing,
So words come to the page….I’m anticipating…..

(this is just a warm up....right?) There's more....I can feel it coming......uhhhhhhhhhhh !!! Okay...........Uhhhhhh


Things Haven’t Changed with Bullies and Bystanders (This was my one and only fight....ladies, I was taught.....don't fight.

Yesterday, at work I heard shouting, and to my surprise,
I see a blond girl....oh no... my kiddo with crying eyes,
Alone, arms protecting head, and huddling in the fetal position,
Hysterical and wailing loudly after a student altercation.

Bystanders, to them it was great day's entertainment,
In that moment, I focused on immediate containment,
A teen with known trauma, softly I say, please come with me."
In that moment, her safety.... was my duty I had to guarantee.

In the café, so many bystanders, the altercation had just occurred,
Fear and remorse from her while crying, was all that I heard,
Terrified and hurting, she rose from the place she had cowed,
Her tears fell on my hand as we left that rowdy crowd,

Such empathy and caring I held in my heart for her,
Remembering a time, way back to my youth.... oh much of it such a blur,
When teen bystanders would laugh, push, tease, ignore me or abusively cheer,
In those times, I only wanted to hide, so desperately ….. to go "poof" ......and disappear.

Like in the past, I had been, she was sobbing and speechless, a hurt I understood,
In that moment, recalling yet pushing back past similarities from my own childhood,
Feeling her pain, and knowing it’s consequences and long-term damage,
I'd have liked to make it better with a Bkinder magical erase-it bandage.

In private, shortly thereafter I remember.... my high school...a teen crowd,
Jeering teens stuck together ..screaming.......FIGHT so righteously loud.
Several hurt me....I resisted.....I think, " Ignore them"..THEN... flooding
emotions outpouring,
Raging nostrils flaring, eyes glaring..... there was no holding back and no more ignoring....​

Vengeance welled up and I fervently vowed, "She'll never do that to me anymore!"
A hand on each collar, her feet off the ground, so easily I hurled her ass to the floor.
I recall, like it was yesterday, she slid down the wall, and there she appeared so pathetic.
Her ripped gym suit, her dashed pride, her supporters..... surprisingly apathetic.

When the bystanders saw me glare their way, they dispersed... no more cheering,
For the dazed girl on the floor, no one dared consider becoming involved or interfering,
Captain BKinder Adrenaline Queen yelled to all... "Leave me alone!"
From that day forth, from those bystanders... I encountered a more respectful tone.

And my opponent, she sat there dumbfounded, a little gal..... physically overpowered,
And on that day, I thought to myself....."Now that's one bully I devoured!!"
Then I got in trouble...............cried in the gym teachers workroom,
I owned starting the fight, I don't know why.....fear of more conflict I assume,

Feeling different, picked on, a victim...... and just for a moment, I lost it.... I just went crazy....
Apologetically, I said, "I really didn't mean to lose my temper, what's wrong with me?"
 
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Cat Poop Problems

Last summer I got Frankenstein,
At first, I was on cloud nine.
But then after she ate ,
She would defecate,
EVERYWHERE but in the box,


I’m a good kitty mother you can bet,
She went straight on over to the vet,
The vet said, “Here try these pills, maybe she’s sick!”
I said “Please, fix this problem quick!” because she goes
EVERYWHERE but in the box.

She was a housecat in a brand new place,
Making my new house such a smelly disgrace,
In the bathroom at night she’d poop,
In the tub, in the sink, on the floor I’d scoop……she’d go
EVERYWHERE but in the box!

Apparently not trained, nor weaned,
She sucked on everything till it dripped, got quarantined.
New plan, three weeks a new home in a crate,
With food, water, a big bed, and the PAN, that’s a good plan….now I KNEW she’d go in the box!

I considered returning her to the SPCA with dread,
Still pooping everywhere in the crate…. Even once in her bed!
She’d manage her poop in any tiny clean space,
Cleaning Poo was becoming commonplace……..she’d go only once in the box.....then elsewhere..

My plan failed so very, very miserably,
I started to think she was doing this deliberately,
Failed……. four unique cat boxes later,
I was beginning to hate her…….so NOW she’d go so …..
close,… RIGHT NEXT TO the box!

So one day, when I was cleaning up poop,
A lightbulb came on….I thought, “Time to regroup.
Go buy Advantage Flea and Tick Treatment……
She’ll stay outdoors in the day…much more convenient!”
So NOW FINALLY she goes in the box!
 
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Real Empowerment: Riding the John Deere

I love my John Deere,
Going fast in high gear,
Riding mower, so empowering,
High above the grass, I’m towering,
Holding back the weeds,
for another week.
 
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Spending Time With Quiet



There was a time that I was not a friend to Quiet,
Loud noise, criticism, demands, from my X a steady auditory diet,
Coming home, I’d rip out my hearing aids right away,
Then for added protection, go to my room, close the door to my hideaway.

So I moved to a new home, and Quiet definately lives here,
There is nothing, unless I say it aloud, that I will overhear,
Except the wind whistling, or cats meowing, and birds calling,
No more threats, warnings, you should’s, no brawling, or insane bawling.

So spending time with quiet has become my norm,
After 10 months, I feel myself starting to transform,
Into a calmer me, a less tense me, that others are beginning to see,
When I take time out for Quiet, I feel less like surviving and more like me.
 
Integrity Battles Adversity

When there is a critical problem and I know conflict will begin,
I call upon my Integrity,
Particularly when the decision involves a situation with my adversary,
Adversity,
Integrity strengthens my character and
she brings her supportive clan,
Decisiveness, Courage, Bravery, and Confidence
together on the battleground,
All through the land, they are widely known,
as a family, their strength and unity, are profound.

Decisiveness, she’s quite self-assured
but sometimes intimidatingly frightening
Well-thought out decisions she makes,
and can do so rather quickly,
almost at the speed of lightening.
Loyal to Integrity, Decisiveness prepares for battle,
carrying her shield of determination
and sword of resolution,
Strong, commanding and determined,
able to fight for the best solution.

Decisiveness confronts Adversity,
which quickly saps her of her energy,
so immediately Courage comes to assist,
who will provide us all with needed synergy.
Courage, a twin to Bravery,
will help strengthen our fortitude,
With her eyes of power she'll stare down Adversity,
and together with eternal unity, we all believe,
that when Confidence arrives, there will be nothing that we all,
together…..can’t ever achieve.
 
Sunday Morning Procrastination Poetry (Next: Gotta clean and do work)

In the Dark with Procrastination

Daily walks to the mailbox, I regret,
As I think, "More darn bills is all I'll get."
Yup, there alone I did stand,
With more bills in my hand,
I see the power bill, and start to sweat.

Tomorrow I'll deal with this, I will!
I think, "Don't stress out now over this bill,"
So tomorrow comes quickly,
And I feel a bit sickly,
To sick for bills, I take an Advil.

Getting service and stuff makes me feel great,
But the process of paying bills I always hate.
By check, cash, or card,
Never easy, always hard,
paying debts and trying not to be late.

So that bill, I opened...took a peek,
Good news I say, "Not due for another week!"
Yes, a reprieve I do feel,
And a smile I reveal,
"I'll pay it a week.. sometime Wednesday" I shriek!

Wednesday came and they'd cut off my power,
I was smelly and needed a shower,
No juice for my cell,
Last-minuiteitis was hell,
Next month, I'll have bill-paying willpower!
 

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