Worth A Try

[J.A.S.]

It was suggested I try the trauma diaries as a way to talk about what happened. I haven't really had much luck with the journals I've kept in the past, but I figure it doesn't hurt to try, right?
There are a lot of times when I try to write that I end up with something along the lines of poetry, instead of dialogue...and that's what's happened the last few times I've tried to journal, so I guess I'm just going to go with it and see what happens?

This is one that came out a few days ago while trying to write, and it hit home with me because it's the closest I've come in writing before to saying anything about what happened.

Lost and lonely girl,
where did all your friends go?

What happened to that smile I used to see?
What happened to those bright blue eyes staring back at me?

Lost and lonely girl,
keep your head up high.
Wasn’t it just yesterday you told me you could fly?

What happened to those hopes and dreams?
She said, “Life has happened, so it seems.”

Lost and lonely girl,
be carefull of what you hear,
the loudest voices aren’t always right.

What happened to that innocence,
what happened to that clear skin?
She said, “this is what happens when you become somebody’s sin.”

Lost and lonely girl,
it gets better, I swear.

“What happened to the truth,” she asked,
“for it’s lies like those I fear.”

 

[Deleted member 33052]

That was beautiful. Poignant. Brought tears to my eyes. :hug:

 

[Sideways]

"Life has happened." And so it has.

But life is still happening. The clock keeps ticking. That's one truth you can always rely on. Things will not stay the same.

The bright blue hasn't left your eyes. They're a part of you that no one has taken away. One day, you'll look in the mirror and you'll see those bright blue eyes again. They haven't disappeared, they're just hidden from your view at the moment.

 

[Chimera]

It was suggested I try the trauma diaries as a way to talk about what happened. I haven't really had mu...

Maybe this IS your voice..

 

[lostforgottensoul]

Thats a beaitiful poem! I love poetry!

I resisted starting a diary here too but the difference in the diaries here (I would of placed it in Trauma Diaries Members as thats a private area, cant be googled and cant be viewed by guests where as just Trauma Diaries can) but the difference is you get feedback from others and that can help, a lot. Its not as much feedback as a thread but can help.

I use mine to post start of random things that im pondering and will end up going back to, things i want to work on (such as negitive distortions), things I hear and have made note of and things im working through and need to "type it out" to make sense of it.

But whats a good thing about your diary, its yours and you use it as you see fit and what works for you.

 

[Gadgie]

Nice poem that, I liked that. Here is one I wrote a few months ago, when I was feeling low..........



Nothing.
I've nothing more to lose
Nothing left to share
No decisions to chose
And no one to care.

I've nothing to do
And no where to go
With no one to tell
And no one to know

I've nothing to say
With no one to hear
Nothing going my way
And nothing to fear.

I'm the bloke in the street
That you simply ignore
I've no one to meet
Have you known me before.

 

[J.A.S.]

Thank you all for the replies and support, it means a lot.
Gadgie, that's a nice poem, I like it.

 

[Chimera]

Inkless...
The meter of your thought...damn fine

Poetry was pain for us at times..
You have a gift with the turn of the word.
Thank you for sharing..

 

[J.A.S.]

Thanks, Chimera.
I've always loved reading, fiction and literature, never really thought I did much with words on my own though.

 

[J.A.S.]

It looks like there might be more poetry than writing through here? I don't know...it's like I keep repeating the same thing over and over on the pages in my journal, and then something in it will kind of strike me and I run with it..and stuff like this comes along. I'm not really sure how I feel about this one..it happened around six this morning when I still hadn't been to sleep, and I'd gone through pages of random thoughts in my journal...it hits really close to what's been causing my panic attacks and nightmares the past two weeks..and I wasn't sure whether or not to even post it... But, it's my diary, right? So here goes.


“It’s love,” they say,
so I try to run away.
For the prison they accept,
they cannot truly see.

The bars are wrapped with flowered vines,
the cells containing broken minds.
Miles high are the walls I try to scale,
so surely, I too will fail.

Bloody wounds attempt to heal,
my innocence, trapped for you to steal.

As light fades and darkness thrives,
I pray my consciousness to die.
For as your tallons, my legs pry,
my eyes water, though I dare not cry.

Your melodic laugh doth kill,
my soul, forever more is ill.
Your lips of love do often speak,
while at my scabs your nails do pick

“It’s love” they say,
“to him, true, you must always be.”
I hate you, for loving me

 

[Deleted member 33052]

Wow, ink, I hope you never stop writing poetry. I suppose you'll have to find a new muse once the PTSD has loosened is grip on you.

I can't wait for the next poem....

 

[Chimera]

@Inkless
This. Is. Powerful..

A beautiful way of expressing ugly things.

Thank you.