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    Poetry tread...

    Hey...thought it would be nice to start a poetry thread...
    learn more about what's goin on inside eachother...
    Hope I'm not being silly...but here goes...

    My Worst Enemy..

    Dose anything I say mean a thing?
    Would anyone care if I flee?
    Would it be overbareing,
    If you cought me just stareing,
    Wondering how it could be!?
    Is all of this pain I feel real?
    Would it be easier to feel the cold steel?
    Am I being overwelming,
    All these feelings I'm telling
    Am I pushing you further from me?
    I'm lost in a doungen called me.
    I locked it , then lost the key.
    I'm being torchered,
    The torcherer is me,
    So it won't even help when I finaly say mercy.
    Somebody help me escape me!
    I'm gaining too fast on myself!
    My shose are worn out,
    My safty I doubt,
    Cause I am the worst of my enemies!
    Dose anything I say mean a thing?

    Mike 2004

    Somebody else better post one or I'll realy feel stupid!!!
    Mike...

    #2
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    Mike, I'm useless at poetry, but wanted to say that was lovely, deilight does poetry as well as Jay 42, so don't worry you're not alone.
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      #3
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      Hey Mike!

      Will post something on this thread as soon as my "block" lifts again. Have posted 2 in the past, I used to write a lot. Also wanted to start a poetry thread, well done! How about I just put in my favourite poem by one of my favourite poets for starters...
      Full is not nearly as heavy as empty, my love...
      Not nearly. -Fiona Apple-

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        #4
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        Go for it...
        that would be Delightfull!
        Mike...

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          #5
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          I'm Nobody

          I'm nobody! Who are you?
          Are you nobody, too?
          Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
          They'd banish us you know.

          How dreary to be somebody!
          How public, like a frog
          To tell your name the livelong day
          To an admiring bog!

          .................................................. ..........Emily Dickonson
          Full is not nearly as heavy as empty, my love...
          Not nearly. -Fiona Apple-

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            #6
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            Nice... I know the feeling...
            Mike...

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              #7
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              Good stuff Mike and Deilight !!!

              ~ I hear a whinny on the wind~

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                #8
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                That was a lovely poem Mike!
                Sometimes I wonder...."Why is that frisbee getting bigger?"...and then it hits me.

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                  #9
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                  Very nice...
                  Interesting that this came up - because last night I thought about a poem I wrote a few years ago that I wanted to share. That one is on my home computer. Til then...
                  Here's one I posted a few months ago...

                  I’m hiding
                  I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding
                  and I don’t want to hide anymore

                  I hide in my theories my thoughts and my mind
                  I hide in my coffee and I hide in my wine

                  I hide in my hopes and I hide in my fears
                  I hide in my laughter and I hide in my tears

                  I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding
                  and I don’t want to hide anymore

                  I hide from my child my friends and my mate
                  I hide from my self and my ultimate fate

                  I hide from consequence and all that is true
                  I hide from knowing and that which I knew

                  I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding
                  and I don’t want to hide anymore

                  I hide from my body my home and my life
                  I hide from success and I hide from my strife

                  I hide from feeling and hearing and seeing
                  I hide from doing from living from being

                  I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding
                  and I don’t want to hide anymore

                  I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding I’m hiding
                  and I don’t want to hide anymore
                  FINALLY -- I'm a non-drinker!!

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                    Those are both beautiful. Do you think the underlying pain and sadness in both original poems is heightened by drinking, or masked by drinking? Does the alcohol make us write better poems because we feel more? Or do we feel more pain by drinking? I think about this both while drinking and while sober. Thank you for sharing these.

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                      Muchthought... My "I'm Hiding" poem was written mostly about the hiding in alcohol, and hiding my alcohol problem (but I was sharing it with a larger group I was involved in at the time so expanded the reach of it, and it is all true, I hide from everything).
                      Hard to answer your questions... I could honestly say yes, no and maybe to each one. I can say that I've only written poetry while drunk, sadly enough.
                      FINALLY -- I'm a non-drinker!!

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                        MOW - I wonder what you would write today if you wrote a poem? I am a musician and when I drink I feel really creative but my fingers fumble around. When I write while drinking I have trained myself to never hit the send button because everything comes out really stupid, though it sounded great at the time. I think alcohol is a great creative loosener up gift, if you can only have one. But I, and others here, are not those people, are we. Well, write some more poetry, woman.

                        Mike - You too have a gift - I am looking forward to reading more poems when you are feeling great. My son is in Israel right now, by the way. Drink lots of water!!

                        Much

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                          Its a good point. I've tried to tell myself, it's not the alcohol that is bringing these thoughts, writing these lines. It's all in here whether I'm drinking or not. I just need to access them without alcohol. I've thought a lot about this, because I have worried that once I get sober that I won't be able to write anymore.
                          FINALLY -- I'm a non-drinker!!

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                            #14
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                            MOW - I only have a little more time... But I went back and read your poem and now I think it really is not very sad at all. It is about hope - and now you are coming out of hiding, you made a new name and everything - and so why DON'T you write a new poem today! Much

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                              #15
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                              For me it's both... but alcohol definatly inhances the pain....
                              Mike...

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