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I Kept Quiet
There’s this internal peace
That seems to be gradually leaving me
Now there is turmoil and confusion where there used to be ease
But no one knows, no one can see
I don’t know why I keep feeling this way
Like I have no purpose, as if I’m lost
They used to take over rarely, but now it’s everyday
And at first I didn’t give it much thought
But now I think maybe I should have
At least talked to someone about it
But there’s no one around who wouldn’t laugh
Or think I want attention for a bit
I did tell someone, looking for help in what they would say
But they just told me to hush, to keep quiet
Unless I wanted to be locked away
In a white room, wrapped tight so I wouldn’t start a riot
Because of what’s going on in my head
So I kept quiet, I put up a fence
Between my psych and what I actually said
No one knows, they think I’m fine, but is it smart, this silence?
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Always calm before the storm...either comming out as rage or writing'
"Deepinyourdreams"
Quite time
Hello iwonderwho. I really enjoyed "I kept Quiet". I find myself being more and more quiet all the time. It distresses me greatly. Sometimes there are times not to be quiet. Knowing the difference is tough sometimes. Also I liked "Friend at Last"
Thank you! :) Yeah, and then
Thank you! :)
Yeah, and then theres' those times you just need to burst out and tell someone, but you can't because it'll only cause yourself harm.
Friend to Last was actually written by one of my friends, but i'll tell him you liked it. :)
I Kept quiet
Talking is good. Making poetry of it is wonderfull. Does your minds turmoil inspire most of your poems?
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Yes, it actually does! The
Yes, it actually does! The ones that sound crazy, at least. Turmoil...good way to describe it.
Eh, and talking isn't good at times either. It gets people into quite a mess.
I shouldn't worry for one
I shouldn't worry for one minute about these thought's and feelings, perfectly normal, for some people. I am one of those people so I understand your poem, and could have written it myself ( years ago when they came to me at twelve,and worried me silly ) but not as well as you have though. No one else said they ever felt like I did, mum said it's all part of 'growing up', didn't help! I was bullied for years at school and always wanted to be like someone else, perhaps thats part of it in my case. But I think it may all be part of a poets 'being'. I still have not found my real place, dosn't bother me now though. It will probable help you to carry on writing beautiful poems.X
:)
thanks for your words! so yes, i'm not crazy. that, or there's other crazy ones out there. whichever one, i'm fine with it. thanks again.
I do not know what you were
I do not know what you were feeling when you wrote this piece. I do know that you can only talk so much, and then you have to take action in your life. It could be something as simple as cleaning out and organizing a drawer or cabinet, or taking a walk in nature. It could be visiting a homeless shelter or collecting odds and ends you have no use for anymore and taking them to a goodwill drop-off---anything that will provide some discipline for your thoughts, because your thoughts create your life. If you are thinking things that you yourself question, and they become repetitive, and bothersome, that is when it can really help to seek a professional's opinion. Most times, I have found those I have suggested this to have gone and been surprisingly relieved to know the things they were thinking were not as bad as they thought they were, but they continued with therapy because they learned coping mechanisms, of which we all could use in this crazy world of the new millenium. It is good to use poetry and writing as a tool, but to become a master of yourself you need many tools and not just one because if you are like a lot of people---monotony will set in and it doesn't help. I enjoyed hearing your thoughts because it has given me an opportunity to share a different point of view that may help you or another. Thank you. ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you for your advice, I
Thank you for your advice, I really do appreciate it. i kind of just think maybe i'm overreacting about this whole thing. maybe it's normal for stuff like this to go on, maybe it happens to a lot of people, maybe i'll grow out of it. i don't think it's as bad as it can be, as it is in a lot of people, so i am grateful for that. but sometimes i seriously think that this may just be nothing. but then i'm always questioning that, too.
Yup...lol. Probably!! And
Yup...lol. Probably!! And yes...A mere look at the world and you see people do it to themselves constantly---then refuse to take action, call it 'anxiety' (which is a very good possibility that it is)---and reach for a pill. Then they focus their life on pills, right? O boy. Crazy crazy world, eh? Many blessings in whatever path you choose. ~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
iwonderwho you write well
iwonderwho.. you write well. I am commenting on this piece after careful & detailed reading. Never,ever keep quiet !!! Never take to "flight" but "fight" till the last. This valuable life is given to us only once. So that living it and when leaving we may be able to annswer the question "What did I do for mankind?" Even if it is putting a few lines at potpoems.. it is worthwhile. You stoked the fire of my thoughts though I am from another place & another time............
©bishu
thank you :) but keeping
thank you :)
but keeping quiet, it's so much easier, and seems to be safer. that is something i often worry about, "what will i do to benefit mankind?", and i hope i grasp the opportunity when i see it. That's another great thing about poems, when we read others', our own mind is inspired to think in new ways.
Kampakichee iwonderwho
Kampakichee iwonderwho.. is the medicine for you . Please read the poem by me "Kampakichee" posted a day or two back and pm me,.
©bishu