Let's Get Creative

pandora wrote:

pandora wrote:

anybody inspired by this unusual picture with a history?

I hold my breath everytime I gaze into this picture Pandora... whether I've got words to put out is another question, but it's good for my head...

it's like heaven beyond hell...

it reflects my thoughts, so thank you : )

when am i
where
it sounds like
alone
i don't think so
mamaaa...mamaaaa
what's happening
its' all gone
i used to play here
i think this is...
no, definitely not
so what's wrong
this is not exactly true
is it?
its time...time
need a little time
nothing to worry about
i wish things
could stay the same
if nothing changed
the important
the beautiful
seasons change
colors bloom
the rain comes
new life
a watering hole
or
metamorphosis
it happens all the time
but i've got this
work to finish
first

the wolf wrote:

for some reason this brings something out of me,....

I wonder if he'll come
I hope he comes
It's been long
He'll have grown big... by now
bet he's a good man

huh ... wonder if he looks like me
... hope he wears a better suit than I do
I'll buy him one

I should order somethin
hope he's hungry
..should've asked his mother what he likes to eat

huh...

man I fucked up
the things I've done
what have I done

forgive me my son

tremors wrote:

Yes I remember peace, hearts, goodness
My eyes are the eyes of the old
Yet my spirit is frozen somewhere
In my youth
A juvenile
Delinquent
A puerile impetuous young man
I could tell you exactly where
Exactly where I left it
In a restaurant on valentines day 1996
The day a young man
Terrified
Ran from his own mother
Fleeing demons, real demons
To be trapped
Or rescued?
By a stranger
'Your mum is looking for you son'
She is pleading, weeping
At her wits end'
Please come back
To be rescued by an ambulance?
To be pinned down
And revived in a hazy corridor
Of fleeting shadows, of melted faces
Of friends faces merging into distant pasts and futures of unspeakable horror
Of a bunch of flowers on a waiting room table
Of a terrified mother and father
As I described the looping vision of cartoony exploding flowers, showers
As I shouted, shouted
'Please please don't do this to me, you are evil, pure evil'
As I was locked away.

And this is as far back as I can go in safety right now
Let's cut to later
And I'm exactly halfway through my years
If I'm lucky
And I'm bringing myself close to tears
And I'm eating poached eggs with ketchup
And they're going cold
And I wish I could be old
As my years

OMG so powerful
so full of hard earned truth
makes my heart ache
remembering

wonderful work.
you always take me there
whether or not
"There"
is a place i want to see

Thank you for that

may peace find you
jo

There's some great stuff developing in this thread. So much to comment on, digest, think about, praise - the paintings- is that your work Pandora? Either way it's fantastic. AcrossOceans your words seem to be coming clearer and clearer (to me).

Pandora, you should save that Buddha into your avatar. I think you've been eddie clapping for far too long now!!

Thanks still-here. Sometimes when I write like that I feel a bit of a 'cheat' - it's kind of easy to evoke something by just stating some brutal facts Anyway, it is what it is

StillHere wrote:

tremors wrote:

Ready?

Keep your wits about you
Keep your shit together
Keep your stuff close
'Cause no-one knows the hour
It's gonna come
And you are really just going to have to
GO

scary! absolutely terrifying..
really :shock: :shock:

I know, it just scared the crap out of me too.

I think I need to try and be a bit kinder, bit less cruel, for a while (tho it's a cruel wild world out there)

When I wrote that I was thinking of my past, thinking of parts of the bible, and also the feelings right now. When I read it back though it reminded me of the work I did in homeless shelters with youth and with women over many years. Not really a subject matter I would want to write about if I'm trying to be kinder

i never
thought
i'd
still
be in hiding
life is over
on this plane
hiding?
i'm not
hiding
i'm crying out
please hear me
please see me
please release me
i'm here
just a few steps
to the light

i can forgive
the violence
all but forgotten now
i can forgive the hate
all but erased
but why do i have
to hide
to be hidden
will i spend
eternity
lost in
the darkness
no
i won't
allow it
i will scream
i will fight
i will cry out
in silence
to those
who might hear
somehow
i'm here
please find me
release me
from this place

you!
because of you
a life
lived in
darkness
a life
spent in
shadowed corners
a life
spent
just spent
nothing more
spent hiding
from
you
your rage
your
ugly soul
o so lucky
they'd say
what a nice man
o so lucky
a nice, nice man
nice on the outside
dark
unholy
on the inside
a demon
never revealed
in the light
of day

timid soul
loving soul
mother
sister
friend
hiding
always hiding
from the world
from the truth
from myself
but in death
this
should not be
i'm still
in hiding
still
hidden
and that
i cannot
forgive

as
i lived my
life
now
you will
live yours
oh hide
hide yourself
well my love
hide
or
run
seek out
sheltered corners
or
live in
fear
because
you
don't know
if
you
have
hidden
me
well

pandora wrote:

Eddie has always been a driving force and now he symbolizes the freedom I have regained, the love of my family who took care of me most especially JB, and the new me that was born from that trauma.
His smiling face means the world to me.
I know each time I see it that I am a very lucky girl

You explain a lot. Was very moving reading that - this bit I could apply to myself equally