I’ve seen a few posts where some people have stated that they like to write poetry/prose so i thought i’d start a thread where we could share some of that with eachother.
I used to write all the time as a form of therapy for myself and sometimes those that would read it but i havent been able to do it for years…I figured maybe by sharing some of my old stuff it might motivate myself as well as others to start doing it again? I’ll start with one that kind of relates to what I go through at times with my sobriety…it doesnt have a name (yet?)
"A curse, Bad luck, paranoia? A failure to understand or comprehend the Inevitable breakdown of everything that’s been working in a working order just to fill this void,
this want, this need.
Such a hollow feeling not to be feeling anything at all…The synergy of empathy
slowly gets the best of me, yet I have no recollection of ever feeling this way before.
Euphoric, bewildered, confused and dazed in ways that have me all but feeling emotionally dumb…founded by the desire to analytically tear this world apart metaphor by metaphor until I is the only letter left in the alphabet.
one is not the loneliest number because when you add up to zero all your left with is a hole inside you so big that the world seems to pass right through without ever touching its edges.
Recede, pull back, retract the wheels that have been idle and touch-down on this runway heading to nowhere, I have wings too so why is it I cant fly?
I wanna be as high as everyone else, A drift in a dream or some fairy tale that is told to our children every night to help them fall asleep…but still I fail to comprehend or understand.
Maybe I’ll just sit here and let the rain wash over me…Maybe this time…I wont just let it wash me away."