Let's Get Creative

tremors wrote:

StillHere wrote:

we could all be a little kinder in our lives

but here....we don't need to be anything..but whatever we're feeling in the moment

scare me all you want
if it scares me....its powerful
and meaningful

if i cry
if i'm scared
if i laugh
if i feel

then you've done good

kewl. I'll try this:


A poetical youth from Japan
Wrote verse that would never quite scan
When asked why it was
He replied 'it's because
I always try and fit as many words into the last line as I possibly can.'



He had a brother in China
Whose verses were very much finer
He said
'I intend
For my poetry to end
quite suddenly'

pandora wrote:

StillHere wrote:

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

very very good Jo, I love the sad and all too common situation in you brought. The emotional pleading, a life over. The story of a good woman at the hands of a deceptive evil man. I love the ending too, the sweet revenge her bones will bring. Very cool and very creative thank you

thanks
unfortunately i know most of that story all too well
except for the dead part...obviously...i was "lucky" enough to get my kids and myself out of there
but not before so much damage was done...time is working on that....and i still blame myself for things i never knew that my kids went through
and no one knew...well, almost no one..and certainly no one said anything or helped
i was going to "Fix" it..fix him....hahaaaaaa...now i KNOW what a joke that is...not funny but a real joke
its a sad sad thing that so many never get out .....at least not in time

catefrances wrote:

StillHere wrote:

this could be anyone one of us. so be compassionate and nonjudgemental cause you just dont know.

oh yes, i certainly know....sad, sad....

they toss me
a blanket
the shelters' have
room
but that's
not for me
i've been there
it's bad
white cornered sheets
shower for some
i know the routine
i know how its done
getting too comfy
in a room full of cots
getting too buggy
your brain
starts to rot
no...
i'll take
my chances
here on the street
i need me a
miracle
a
miracle
please

thirty years
hard earned years
i gave them
my all
they gave me
the title
the office
the fame
they paid me a
dollar
and who would
complain?
gold watch
territory
is what i was in
the unemployment line
is now where i've been
even that's over
they've done all
they can
the welfare line's callin
the pantry
cold cans
all of the grief
and all of the pain
what's left
the 99er
but a box
its profane!

kids
are so great
offered a bed
despite
my protesting
i took it in dread
a man needs
some resting
a little while
for his head
but i can tell you
yes sir
when i've
run out of
welcome
i need
me a
miracle
so tell me
can you
tell me
when
will that
be?

over
qualified
a tad too old
that's what
they said
well, at least
its what's in
my head
i'd do it all
anyway
pay me ten dollars
to pull out
some weeds
hand out the
french fries
patch up the knees
dig you a ditch
don't need
to be rich
no office
on wall street
no desk
down the hall
they've given
me thirty
and taken my
all

over it
over it
over it all
no recourse
to be taken
none to be had
oh, look down upon me
i know that you will
when i turn my head
toss me a quarter
maybe a dime
if you're lucky
enough to
have it
today
throw me a
miracle
i'll take
that
instead

can't be
too proud
nope
been by that route
my ego is
broken
falls through
the cracks
in the grate
right below
look at him, man
a disgrace
what a bum
just a hobo
get a job
yeah, i hear you
but, hey
don't you know
that you could
be here
just as
easily
as me?
i surely
was like you
believe it
it's true
it doesn't take much
not easy to see
no
you can't imagine
how fast
it can be
so where
is that
miracle
that they
promised
me

so count
on your
blessings
oh count on
your faith
that job that
you had
friday
will still be
there
next day
can you
see me
the real me
right here
on the flue
and looking
up at you
yeah
I pity YOU
cuz i
see that
my dear boy
you haven't
a clue
waitin on
a miracle
a miracle
please

i lie here
in shame
i've done
all i can
i don't want
your offers
not your dime
in my can
but i take
your quarters
and i take
your swill
i'd rather be
working
and doing
my will
complaining
bout healthcare
and hating my job
than lying here
naked
in front of
you all
i wish
you
could see
the only
thing that
i need
is a
miracle
yes, i need
a
miracle
please

We had one homeless man
Round our way
I told him about what I did
Where to go
Gave him a number

He said he knew all that
Had seen all that
Been all that
Said it was safer here
In the church porchway

And I have to admit
We didn't do everyone
a lot of favours,
Like I remembered the lad
Who came with his foster-mum
Said he really wanted a place
True, he didn't have many options
We were probably better than nothing
But I still kinda knew where this was heading

And still it broke my heart to see him
Two years later
A tougher tougher cookie
With a kid
With a habit
With bruises
With the Hardness

Ok, so I said to this guy
'Is there anything you need then?'
He said 'Yeah, it's fucking freezing out here'
So I went home and fetched him
My arctic sleeping bag
Was grubby, but he'd seen worse
I thought he would turn his nose up really
But he didn't
he took it,
And used it for a couple of years

Whenever I saw him I kind of smiled
Like he was the poshest man-on-the-street
Sleeping in more affluent doorways
With a proper mountaineer's bag
When I talked to him I counted all the badges on his hat
They were from everywhere
He must have been everywhere
Yet he settled safest round our way.

Round here it's polite
Not many are going to give you a kicking
In a church porchway
That's why I live here
Anyway, after a couple more years
He was just gone
He was old, 60 / 70?
Maybe he simply died
And I doubt there were many
At his funeral
Makes you think though

tremors wrote:

We had one homeless man
Round our way
I told him about what I did
Where to go
Gave him a number

He said he knew all that
Had seen all that
Been all that
Said it was safer here
In the church porchway

And I have to admit
We didn't do everyone
a lot of favours,
Like I remembered the lad
Who came with his foster-mum
Said he really wanted a place
True, he didn't have many options
We were probably better than nothing
But I still kinda knew where this was heading

And still it broke my heart to see him
Two years later
A tougher tougher cookie
With a kid
With a habit
With bruises
With the Hardness

Ok, so I said to this guy
'Is there anything you need then?'
He said 'Yeah, it's fucking freezing out here'
So I went home and fetched him
My arctic sleeping bag
Was grubby, but he'd seen worse
I thought he would turn his nose up really
But he didn't
he took it,
And used it for a couple of years

Whenever I saw him I kind of smiled
Like he was the poshest man-on-the-street
Sleeping in more affluent doorways
With a proper mountaineer's bag
When I talked to him I counted all the badges on his hat
They were from everywhere
He must have been everywhere
Yet he settled safest round our way.

Round here it's polite
Not many are going to give you a kicking
In a church porchway
That's why I live here
Anyway, after a couple more years
He was just gone
He was old, 60 / 70?
Maybe he simply died
And I doubt there were many
At his funeral
Makes you think though

thank you tremors
for the story
and for helping
the old man
karma...you're on the good side

tremors wrote:

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

Ed has saved
our souls
time and
time again
i know
this
to be
true

he might
cringe
feeling
too much
has been
put upon
his shoulders
i wish
he wouldn't

its not upon
his shoulders
our lives
are not
his responsibility
but he
has made us
whole
made us
made me
sane
again

that's
a matter
of opinion
that sanity
but if
not for
Ed
there would
be no
debate

i am not
on his
shoulders
he is
my
savior
i owe
him
everything
in that
he owes
me nothing
but a
song