I'm sorry too.

I truly was thinking about you when I checked here the past few days and I was hoping you were OK. I'm so used to seeing you post your songs here.

Thinking of you. I hope the sun shines through for you very soon.

a poem re SELF HARM


Reflections

You think my self-harming means I’m not coping;
I think self-harm is helping me to cope.

You think I’m attention seeking;
I wish people’s attention didn’t need seeking.

You think you know why I self-harm;
I think it would be nice if somebody asked my opinion.

You think I should stop self-harming;
I think you should stop smoking and your fry-ups

You think I’m manipulating you;
I think if you took notice of what I said, I wouldn’t have to.

You think I’m a waste of time,;
I don’t feel people have wasted much time trying.

You feel that if I self-harm I might kill myself;
I think that if I didn’t self-harm I might kill myself.

You think that if you don’t talk to me when I self-harm then I’ll stop;
I think “so what’s new”.

You think that if you stitch me without an anesthetic it might put me off self-harming;
I think there are better ways to teach me to respect my body.

You think you can’t help me while I am self-harming;
I think that if I could stop then I wouldn’t need help!

You think that my self-harm is a big problem;
Often self-harm feels like the least of my problems.

You feel you have to manage my behaviour;
I wish you would just listen to me.

Today you said you couldn’t manage me, you were out of your mind with worry.
You said you felt a failure, because you didn’t have all the answers.
You looked me in the eye and said, “What do you need from me?”

Now I think we can get somewhere...

Anonymous [but very thought provoking]

David

sad hug

One back at you ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLlOeGeVih4&feature=fvsr

Everybody hurts sometime. REM

Hang on there David. We luv ya!

Hold on.

I understand David..... if you need to chat please PM me.. {{{HUGS}}}

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nut5nQ-EMIE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuoaKai_L00&ob=av2e

JAMES MORRISON
..............................


I've been down so low
People look at me and they know
They can tell something is wrong
Like I don't belong

Staring through a window
Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight
I want to be like them
But I'll mess it up again

I tripped on my way in
And got kicked outside, everybody saw...

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

Sometimes I feel so full of love
It just comes spilling out
It's uncomfortable to see
I give it away so easily
But if I had someone I would do anything
I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone
I won't I won't leave you, on your own

But who am I to dream?
Dreams are for fools, they let you down...

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/james-...ld-lyrics.html ]
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

And I wish that I could make it better
I'd give anything for you to call me, or maybe just a little letter
Oh, we could start again

And I know that it's a wonderful world
But I can't feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

And I know that it's a wonderful world
I can't feel it right now
I got all the right clothes to wear
I just want to cry now
Well I know that it's a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you're here, here with me

And I know that it's a wonderful world
When you're with me

Promiscuous
by William Matthews

"Mixes easily," dictionaries
used to say, a straight shot from the Latin.
Chemists applied the term to matter's
amiability.

But the Random House Dictionary
(1980) gives as its prime meaning:
"characterized
by frequent and indiscriminate

changes of one's sexual partners." Sounds
like a long way
to say "slut," that glob of blame we once threw
equally at men and women, all who slurred,

slavered, slobbered,
slumped, slept or lapsed, slunk or relapsed, slackened
(loose lips sink ships) or slubbed, or slovened, But soon
a slut was female. A much-bedded male.

got called a ladies' man; he never slept
with sluts. How sluts
got to be sluts is thus a mystery,
except the language knows what we may

have forgot. "Depression" began its career
in English in 1656, says
the OED,
and meant (science jargon) the opposite

of elevation—a hole or a rut,
perhaps, or, later, "the angular
distance of a celestial object
below the horizon,"

as Webster's Third (1963)
has it. There's ample record of our self-
deceit: language,
the furious river, carries on its foamed

and sinewed back all we thought we'd shucked off.
Of course it's all
pell-mell, head over heels, snickers and grief,
love notes and libel, fire and ice. In short:

promiscuous.

you are a very good po3t. i just got on this site today because of some google search i put it. i find your poetry irresistible.

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,

by Barbara Crooker

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,

flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek

across the sky made me think about my life, the places

of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief

has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling,

the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place.

Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold

for a brief while, then lose it all each November.

Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst

weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves

come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields,

land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.

You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find

shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.

All we do is pass through here, the best way we can.

They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again.

The quote this morning by Barbara, gave me pause in my fright. It let me know we are all just passing though as best we can. I am in tears this morning and very afraid. I have some more medical problems that are coming about and I can't stop the tears. The language of the quote, touched me and let me know there is hope. ginnie