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Broken Knuckles
Frustration comes easy for me.
Rising to the surface all too
Quickly. While patience doesn't come
At all. My knuckles have been
Broken against many a wall and
Door, and will be again. Funny,
How I use that pain to try
And think clearly, sometimes it
Works most the time it doesn't.
My hands are grotesque and
Misshapen from the deed,
But do I learn? No. I could
Throw out some excuses I'm young,
Have a short fuse, use instinct instead
Of thought, or something like that.
All I know is my hands are
Swollen again and a part of
Me cherishes the pain.
People used to walk in to My
People used to walk in to My place and see pictures or
posters hanging on the wall's in odd places
If You were to look behind them ,more than likely
You'd find where I put My fist through sheetrock
there's no magic cure or silver bullet for it .
My saving grace for it was the birth of My Son.
I made a promise to Myself not to drag My baggage into his life.
growing up is hard enough for a kid without the extra bullshit.
I wasn't a 100 percent I still had My moments
but I took it to the basment an a big bag got the hell beat out of it......inspite of Myself I raised 3 boy's
who when the shit get's deep They beat a big bag instead of walls
Self control comes easier when you have the right reasons
Hang in there ~ D D ~
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
Thanks for your words,
Thanks for your words, hopefully my reasons come in time.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
23 we all have our problems.
23 we all have our problems. and our ways of coping. some are unsustainable thus we need to find new ones. transferance. it is an age old concept. it works for some it just repeats for others. tempers. frustrations. a lack of control. it is a symptom. a symptom of a lack of choice which is impossible. we always have a choice. even when we think we dont. hope your flare of passion subsides into something more managable. I hope you find your way. this is a real and honest piece and i love the rawness of it. perfect expression. hugss.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks SS. I'll get better I
Thanks SS. I'll get better I actually use to be even worse.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Tibetan Wisdom
Self-conflaguration is painful and pretty final. I go on hiatus and let time cure it. Exiled to poetry, exiled to prose, I am writing letters to people I have not heard from in a while. Got back one birthday card and a happy holiday card - oh well. Hiatus(es) are not what they used to be. Pain is a valid emotion, it creates spaces for creativity - run with it. Write it up then write it down, poet. Be better (and better) daily. I heal slow, cuts, bruises, heartache - so I try to avoid all of the above and fail miserably each time. May Luck find you and the air heal your wounds - Stella Crews
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aka Lady A
Thanks Lady A. I could use a
Thanks Lady A. I could use a little more wisdom. Writing, reading they are the great escapes for me and I should turn to them more often. Instead of a useless, self hurting rage.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond