dark poetry

OK, I've been thinking about putting this one up since this forumopened but I'm a bit scared.
the poetry I write is not pretty, as I write most of it when I'm depressed, so don't go thinking I'm crazy! :) Its supposed to be theraputic.


Inside the perils of my mind
where fear doth cast its shadow on my face
darkness hangs above my head
It feeds the pain, the fear I dread

lonliness becomes me
like a hangmans noose around my neck
it tightens
crushing me
until I am forced to give in to my fear

darkness overwhelms me
engulfs my world
envelopes all I am

I am not free
but by my fear confined

And as I fade to nothing
I disappear into the hollows of time
Madness fills the void I leave behind.

Rayray that is pretty powerful - I think poetry is a great way to look back at your state of mind once you are feeling better and understand yourself.

It reminds me of a Crowded House song my first boyfriend liked, but maybe more so it reminds me of him which makes me think of the song:

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There's closets in my head where dirty things are kept
That never see the light of day
I want to drag them out, go for a walk
Just to see the look that's on your face
Sometimes I can't be straight I don't want to hurt you
So forgive me if I tell a lie
Sometimes I come on cold but don't believe it
I will love you till the day I die
I believe in doing things backwards
Take heed, start doing things in reverse

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I agree, poetry can be very cathartic. I saw a documentary that explained that when stressful thoughts are spoken or written that it contributes to the brain finding solutions or simply feeling better. This has got something to do with when the electrical impulses are triggered in the language centres of the brain (and especially when the person feels heard) it can result in a soothing chemical (I think seratonin) being released. If you pent up your thoughts in the worrying centres of the brain this chemical is not released.

I'd like to be an art therapist one day because creating visual art has a similar effect.

Yes a close friend of mine has been on the recieveing end of art and music therapy, and it was probably the best thing that ever happened to him.

hi rayray,
just wanted to let you know, youre not the only one!
I have a little blue velvet covered book that is filled with all my angsty, angry but heartfelt poetry.
I dont know if any are of the same standard as yours, but it is rather cathartic, sitting there full of darkness and suddenly the wordsjust come spewing forth on the paper, well the ones i think are best tend to come to me organically like that.
xxx

I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk,
I fall in. I am lost…
I am helpless. It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it, I fall again,
I can’t believe I am in the same place but,
It isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out

I walk the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there. I still fall in. its habit.
My eyes are open, I know where I am.
It is my fault I go out immediately

I walk the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it…

I walk another street.
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