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pandora wrote:
Shelter from the Storm
Let the brutal form around us,
life threatening is the chill.
Cold hearts with ice daggers,
performing at their will.
Here safely in your arms,
that melt the world away.
Warm and soft in comfort,
promising, we will stay.
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The Evil Man
stop just stop.
i cant take it
memories float through my head
the times i wanted to be dead
when you would yell
when you would scream
when you would throw things inbetween
beacause that `man in your head
just because he said.
it wasnt true, it never was
now i no wat is the truth
that stupid man was an esquce
that evil evil man
you dont need him to fight
your head doesnt need to be on right
i know this because even on the meds
you fight you scream
you dont believe me
when i was little that man controlled your head
your thoughts
but you never once questioned
if you loved me
you might have left
but maybe you just forgot
probably not
but you still came back
you would always pick me
you used to sing me to sleep
scare the monsters under my bed
because the evil man said
that man is not as evil as everyone says
because when he was here
i looked foorward to my days
because when the meds took him away
you forgot
you didnt care
you never more sung me to sleep
and the gosts of my past still make me weak
beacuse when they took away they man they took away you
they took away my dad.
the story behind this is my dad is schizophrenic and when he was diagnosed my mom explained it to me as there being a evil man inside his head tht told him what to do“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
pearljamfan-1997 wrote:The Evil Man
stop just stop.
i cant take it
memories float through my head
the times i wanted to be dead
when you would yell
when you would scream
when you would throw things inbetween
beacause that `man in your head
just because he said.
it wasnt true, it never was
now i no wat is the truth
that stupid man was an esquce
that evil evil man
you dont need him to fight
your head doesnt need to be on right
i know this because even on the meds
you fight you scream
you dont believe me
when i was little that man controlled your head
your thoughts
but you never once questioned
if you loved me
you might have left
but maybe you just forgot
probably not
but you still came back
you would always pick me
you used to sing me to sleep
scare the monsters under my bed
because the evil man said
that man is not as evil as everyone says
because when he was here
i looked foorward to my days
because when the meds took him away
you forgot
you didnt care
you never more sung me to sleep
and the gosts of my past still make me weak
beacuse when they took away they man they took away you
they took away my dad.
the story behind this is my dad is schizophrenic and when he was diagnosed my mom explained it to me as there being a evil man inside his head tht told him what to do
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I can relate also, my sister who has since left this world, was tormented with paranoid schizophrenia....and torment it is, for her and all who loved her.pearljamfan-1997 wrote:The Evil Man
stop just stop.
i cant take it
memories float through my head
the times i wanted to be dead
when you would yell
when you would scream
when you would throw things inbetween
beacause that `man in your head
just because he said.
it wasnt true, it never was
now i no wat is the truth
that stupid man was an esquce
that evil evil man
you dont need him to fight
your head doesnt need to be on right
i know this because even on the meds
you fight you scream
you dont believe me
when i was little that man controlled your head
your thoughts
but you never once questioned
if you loved me
you might have left
but maybe you just forgot
probably not
but you still came back
you would always pick me
you used to sing me to sleep
scare the monsters under my bed
because the evil man said
that man is not as evil as everyone says
because when he was here
i looked foorward to my days
because when the meds took him away
you forgot
you didnt care
you never more sung me to sleep
and the gosts of my past still make me weak
beacuse when they took away they man they took away you
they took away my dad.
the story behind this is my dad is schizophrenic and when he was diagnosed my mom explained it to me as there being a evil man inside his head tht told him what to do
A combination of factors, I see now is the answer to the why.
I can best describe her trauma, at the age of 4, as a psychotic break,
this forever changed her view of the world.
There was no more trust. Without trust what can you believe?
I understand the evil man that your mother was trying to explain to you as a child.
It is a simple explanation but sometimes those are the best, at least at the time.
My sister was most vibrant during episodes,
I understand looking forward to those times but then, for us, the fall.
Wonderful writing, sharing your feelings, brings me back to my sister again.
I feel closer to her now in death than when we shared her roller coaster life.
Now, taking the beautiful, leaving the bad.
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pandora wrote:
I can relate also, my sister who has since left this world, was tormented with paranoid schizophrenia....and torment it is, for her and all who loved her.pearljamfan-1997 wrote:The Evil Man
stop just stop.
i cant take it
memories float through my head
the times i wanted to be dead
when you would yell
when you would scream
when you would throw things inbetween
beacause that `man in your head
just because he said.
it wasnt true, it never was
now i no wat is the truth
that stupid man was an esquce
that evil evil man
you dont need him to fight
your head doesnt need to be on right
i know this because even on the meds
you fight you scream
you dont believe me
when i was little that man controlled your head
your thoughts
but you never once questioned
if you loved me
you might have left
but maybe you just forgot
probably not
but you still came back
you would always pick me
you used to sing me to sleep
scare the monsters under my bed
because the evil man said
that man is not as evil as everyone says
because when he was here
i looked foorward to my days
because when the meds took him away
you forgot
you didnt care
you never more sung me to sleep
and the gosts of my past still make me weak
beacuse when they took away they man they took away you
they took away my dad.
the story behind this is my dad is schizophrenic and when he was diagnosed my mom explained it to me as there being a evil man inside his head tht told him what to do
A combination of factors, I see now is the answer to the why.
I can best describe her trauma, at the age of 4, as a psychotic break,
this forever changed her view of the world.
There was no more trust. Without trust what can you believe?
I understand the evil man that your mother was trying to explain to you as a child.
It is a simple explanation but sometimes those are the best, at least at the time.
My sister was most vibrant during episodes,
I understand looking forward to those times but then, for us, the fall.
Wonderful writing, sharing your feelings, brings me back to my sister again.
I feel closer to her now in death than when we shared her roller coaster life.
Now, taking the beautiful, leaving the bad.
Thank you.
Thanks for sharing both of you. '.... most vibrant during episodes' - unfortunately this is a cross I have to bear too, having experienced a number of acute psychotic episodes, which can be in turns terrifying, exhilerating, but always hard, and so hard for the loved ones around me. So much to be said on this issue; but I'm not sure I can expand right now. Probably some more poetry will come out sometime soon.Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
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Your poetry...yours and our silver liningtremors wrote:pandora wrote:
I can relate also, my sister who has since left this world, was tormented with paranoid schizophrenia....and torment it is, for her and all who loved her.pearljamfan-1997 wrote:The Evil Man
stop just stop.
i cant take it
memories float through my head
the times i wanted to be dead
when you would yell
when you would scream
when you would throw things inbetween
beacause that `man in your head
just because he said.
it wasnt true, it never was
now i no wat is the truth
that stupid man was an esquce
that evil evil man
you dont need him to fight
your head doesnt need to be on right
i know this because even on the meds
you fight you scream
you dont believe me
when i was little that man controlled your head
your thoughts
but you never once questioned
if you loved me
you might have left
but maybe you just forgot
probably not
but you still came back
you would always pick me
you used to sing me to sleep
scare the monsters under my bed
because the evil man said
that man is not as evil as everyone says
because when he was here
i looked foorward to my days
because when the meds took him away
you forgot
you didnt care
you never more sung me to sleep
and the gosts of my past still make me weak
beacuse when they took away they man they took away you
they took away my dad.
the story behind this is my dad is schizophrenic and when he was diagnosed my mom explained it to me as there being a evil man inside his head tht told him what to do
A combination of factors, I see now is the answer to the why.
I can best describe her trauma, at the age of 4, as a psychotic break,
this forever changed her view of the world.
There was no more trust. Without trust what can you believe?
I understand the evil man that your mother was trying to explain to you as a child.
It is a simple explanation but sometimes those are the best, at least at the time.
My sister was most vibrant during episodes,
I understand looking forward to those times but then, for us, the fall.
Wonderful writing, sharing your feelings, brings me back to my sister again.
I feel closer to her now in death than when we shared her roller coaster life.
Now, taking the beautiful, leaving the bad.
Thank you.
Thanks for sharing both of you. '.... most vibrant during episodes' - unfortunately this is a cross I have to bear too, having experienced a number of acute psychotic episodes, which can be in turns terrifying, exhilerating, but always hard, and so hard for the loved ones around me. So much to be said on this issue; but I'm not sure I can expand right now. Probably some more poetry will come out sometime soon.
Creativity seems divine to me, as were many of my sisters thoughts,
really in touch and beautiful at times
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When the flames go out
"Let me go...
No! I must go....
But officer, officer my babies, my babies are in there....
let me go!
oh no no no.... oh God no.... no
please... no!"
The ground is cold on my knees.
The wicked flames light my face
as eyes reflect the horror.
My tears burn and cool
our everlasting souls.
This can not end like this......
When our eyes met for the first time
the heavens opened.
Stars, is all I remember,
twinkling there in those baby blues.
Time didn't exist.
He was from the past I was sure,
no maybe the future.
There was an answer, just out of reach.
All his life.
Little red eyebrows, quietly she breathes,
tiny chest up and down.
Perfect toes, tiny hands, giggles and smiles.
The word joy finally found.
Like an angel she returns to heaven.
The sirens muffled
as though from another world.
The charred smell of death
lingers in the air.
I don't want to breathe,
not now,
not ever again.
There on the ground, inches from my fingers,
lies a picture.
A picture of our life gone.
My two little funny faces....
I can't help but smile.
This, all I have left.....
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pandora wrote:
When the flames go out
"Let me go...
No! I must go....
But officer, officer my babies, my babies are in there....
let me go!
oh no no no.... oh God no.... no
please... no!"
The ground is cold on my knees.
The wicked flames light my face
as eyes reflect the horror.
My tears burn and cool
our everlasting souls.
This can not end like this......
When our eyes met for the first time
the heavens opened.
Stars, is all I remember,
twinkling there in those baby blues.
Time didn't exist.
He was from the past I was sure,
no maybe the future.
There was an answer, just out of reach.
All his life.
Little red eyebrows, quietly she breathes,
tiny chest up and down.
Perfect toes, tiny hands, giggles and smiles.
The word joy finally found.
Like an angel she returns to heaven.
The sirens muffled
as though from another world.
The charred smell of death
lingers in the air.
I don't want to breathe,
not now,
not ever again.
There on the ground, inches from my fingers,
lies a picture.
A picture of our life gone.
My two little funny faces....
I can't help but smile.
This, all I have left.....
when the flames go out.
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pandora wrote:
When the flames go out
"Let me go...
No! I must go....
But officer, officer my babies, my babies are in there....
let me go!
oh no no no.... oh God no.... no
please... no!"
The ground is cold on my knees.
The wicked flames light my face
as eyes reflect the horror.
My tears burn and cool
our everlasting souls.
This can not end like this......
When our eyes met for the first time
the heavens opened.
Stars, is all I remember,
twinkling there in those baby blues.
Time didn't exist.
He was from the past I was sure,
no maybe the future.
There was an answer, just out of reach.
All his life.
Little red eyebrows, quietly she breathes,
tiny chest up and down.
Perfect toes, tiny hands, giggles and smiles.
The word joy finally found.
Like an angel she returns to heaven.
The sirens muffled
as though from another world.
The charred smell of death
lingers in the air.
I don't want to breathe,
not now,
not ever again.
There on the ground, inches from my fingers,
lies a picture.
A picture of our life gone.
My two little funny faces....
I can't help but smile.
This, all I have left.....
when the flames go out.
oh my god
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~0 -
Evil Speaks
if the day seems long
and the night unbearable,
I will be your friend
if your dreams turn to nightmares
and your mind screams for relief,
I’ll be the voice you hear
if the will to make it stop is there
but the tool of escape too heavy to lift,
I’ll be your strength
if your eyes grow heavy
yet you can’t find sleep,
I’ll sing you one last lullaby
if you feel like a puppet
no longer in control,
it will be me pulling the strings
if you finally find your way out
no matter how dreadful it may seem,
it will be I who shows you the way
take me
I’m yours
I love you
sleep with me
sleep well
foreverPost edited by the wolf onPeace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel0 -
Inspired by The Evil Man.Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel0 -
the wolf wrote:Evil Speaks
if the day seems long
and the night unbearable,
I will be your friend
if your dreams turn to nightmares
and your mind screams for relief,
I’ll be the voice you hear
if the will to make it stop is there
but the tool of escape to heavy to lift,
I’ll be your strength
if your eyes grow heavy
yet you can’t find sleep,
I’ll sing you one last lullaby
if you feel like a puppet
no longer in control,
it will be me pulling the strings
if you finally find your way out
no matter how dreadful it may seem,
it will be I who shows you the way
take me
I’m yours
I love you
sleep with me
sleep well
forever
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the wolf wrote:Evil Speaks
if the day seems long
and the night unbearable,
I will be your friend
if your dreams turn to nightmares
and your mind screams for relief,
I’ll be the voice you hear
if the will to make it stop is there
but the tool of escape too heavy to lift,
I’ll be your strength
if your eyes grow heavy
yet you can’t find sleep,
I’ll sing you one last lullaby
if you feel like a puppet
no longer in control,
it will be me pulling the strings
if you finally find your way out
no matter how dreadful it may seem,
it will be I who shows you the way
take me
I’m yours
I love you
sleep with me
sleep well
forever
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o wow... tht is so amazing and im so glad tht my peom inspired it :thumbup:the wolf wrote:Inspired by The Evil Man.“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
Tell Me
dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live
i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond
dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit
ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head
dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone
i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head
i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same
all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy
but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds
so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?
-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
This is awesome, perfectpearljamfan-1997 wrote:Tell Me
dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live
i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond
dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit
ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head
dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone
i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head
i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same
all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy
but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds
so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?
-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool
you command your feelings so well
strong and determined
I love these lines
'but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds'
spot on
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pandora wrote:
This is awesome, perfectpearljamfan-1997 wrote:Tell Me
dont tell me who i am
dont tell me what to do
dont tell me where to go
dont tell me wat to loose
dont tell me how to dress
dont tell me wat it is
dont tell me wat to be
dont tell me how to live
i didnt ask so dont tell
dont comment im a bitch
cuz idc wat u think
i dont care u beilive im just saying this
im not talking sticks and stones
and how words never harm
even though they have more power than darkness into beyond
dont tell me how to write
dont tell me wen to sit
dont tell me how to listen
dont tell me one bit
ur critisim i dnt need
i dont care wat u think u see
im not talking right or wrong
screw wat ur concious says
ur concious doesnt no me
hasnt been in my head
dont tell me im dumb
dont tell me im smart
im done with u
done and gone
i used to care wat u thought
i used to care wat u said
ur words like gospel
replaying in my head
i hated u
but wanted wat u had all the same
i feel rather stupid
after i thought
y wuld i want to be wat i hate
hate not fueld by jealousy
hate not fueld by pain
hate for what u do
hate for how u treat the people not like you
diffrent and strange is better
better than u
u do the same thing under ur damn protective bubble
tht boring routine tht remains the same
all u do is make people feel likethey dont meen shit
telling them to change for the sake of u
not wanting to help
only destroy
making u feel less of a toy
but i promise u one day
u willgrow old
or u will grow sick
and u will look back on life
and wish u were diffrent
wish there was somthing tht made it change
a special memmory worth being ur last thought
somthing letting u no u have made ur mark
somthing tht brings a smile as u slip away
but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds
so dont tell me who i am
dont tell wat to do
but there is one answer i seek from u
tell me please
wat the hell makes u beter than me?
-for all the people that deal with the shit from the "popular kids" in skool
you command your feelings so well
strong and determined
I love these lines
'but ur perfect world as u will come to find
has left u in the dark
untraced and forgotten by many minds'
spot on
thank you for your wise words... they fit throughout life
"i think music itself is healing. its an explosive expression of humanity. its something we are all touched by."-Billy Joel
and this is why i write, u have to have something to write about, and that is one of the few reasons im greatfull i was never as shelterd as everyone else. i try to fall away from all of those crapy songs tht are all about money, sex, drugs, drinking, and parties, so thanks it really means alot for someone too lyk what i love to do“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0
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