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  1. Hi I read a few of your posts and can relate to self-harm as I pick at myself too. I once wrote a poem called Beyond the Void which mentions scars and just about everything else inside Pandora's Box. I'd like to share it with you as I think it could inspire you in the midst of misery. If you'd like to chat and talk about minimising destructive trances or anything else let me know, I'm always up for a new connection. Wobbling on the edge of utter desolation, Where thoughts of death become a fascination. I take a step backwards and continue to sway, Is this the final hand that I will play? While what lays behind me is probably eternal rest, Is this decision the very best? Death is certain and that much I know, However there is still life in me left to flow. Perhaps this anguish can evolve, Maybe this question isn't impossible to solve. If I pay a visit to the abyss, There are so many things here that I will miss. Some things good and some things bad, Joyful events and those which are sad. When will this perspective shift? I desperately need my spirits to lift. I look in the mirror and remember every scar, The result of my despair I need not look far. Thoughts race through me, shackles tighten, I scream and then peculiarly my sense of awareness begins to heighten. A new thought washes through my being, I take a second glance in the mirror unsure of what I'm seeing. The burden within me feels far lighter, A winning result for this righteous fighter. The ground stops shaking and I gain some composure, Taking a step towards what was once an enclosure. Shadows fade away revealing what they left in the dark, Being pulled forward my soul begins to embark.
  2. If there were no storms, there would be no rainbows. Just kind of realize that we all have a neccessary enemy which tears us down in order that we may be more effectively built up. Perhaps you've paid the piper enough humanity that you've won back some of your liberties. Congatulations, try to manifest something worth remembering.
  3. Gee thanks, that poem literally saved my life so I was hoping it could do you some good too. Since you enjoyed my writing I'll also show you an inspirational message I wrote which may help break the grip on these undesirable feelings of yours. It is said that no tree can reach heaven unless its roots extend to hell. Meaning you can turn this despair into a catalyst for growth if you but water the right idea. Plant yourself firmly in the present and shed your regret for the past and anxiety for the future, those things need not apply to now. Making a mantra may help. You could say something like I'm in control here, I'm not going to let this get me down, I'm not going to let this destroy me. I'm coming back and I'll be stronger and better because of it. There are many things deep within us which we have forgotten, I think it's time you take a second look at your life and ask yourself what you forgot. You may be surprised as to what you uncover. Always remember there's some good in this world and it's worth fighting for. Feel better buddy, take comfort in knowing that you're not bound to this perspective.
  4. Here's a poem I wrote entitled Beyond the Void. It's about overcoming depression and talks about self-harm. Wobbling on the edge of utter desolation, Where thoughts of death become a fascination. I take a step backwards and continue to sway, Is this the final hand that I will play? While what lays behind me is probably eternal rest, Is this decision the very best? Death is certain and that much I know, However there is still life in me left to flow. Perhaps this anguish can evolve, Maybe this question isn't impossible to solve. If I pay a visit to the abyss, There are so many things here that I will miss. Some things good and some things bad, Joyful events and those which are sad. When will this perspective shift? I desperately need my spirits to lift. I look in the mirror and remember every scar, The result of my despair I need not look far. Thoughts race through me, shackles tighten, I scream and then peculiarly my sense of awareness begins to heighten. A new thought washes through my being, I take a second glance in the mirror unsure of what I'm seeing. The burden within me feels far lighter, A winning result for this righteous fighter. The ground stops shaking and I gain some composure, Taking a step towards what was once an enclosure. Shadows fade away revealing what they left in the dark, Being pulled forward my soul begins to embark.
  5. I wrote the poem below called Beyond the Void, total life saver. Wobbling on the edge of utter desolation, Where thoughts of death become a fascination. I take a step backwards and continue to sway, Is this the final hand that I will play? While what lays behind me is probably eternal rest, Is this decision the very best? Death is certain and that much I know, However there is still life in me left to flow. Perhaps this anguish can evolve, Maybe this question isn't impossible to solve. If I pay a visit to the abyss, There are so many things here that I will miss. Some things good and some things bad, Joyful events and those which are sad. When will this perspective shift? I desperately need my spirits to lift. I look in the mirror and remember every scar, The result of my despair I need not look far. Thoughts race through me, shackles tighten, I scream and then peculiarly my sense of awareness begins to heighten. A new thought washes through my being, I take a second glance in the mirror unsure of what I'm seeing. The burden within me feels far lighter, A winning result for this righteous fighter. The ground stops shaking and I gain some composure, Taking a step towards what was once an enclosure. Shadows fade away revealing what they left in the dark, Being pulled forward my soul begins to embark.
  6. It is said that no tree can reach heaven unless its roots extend to hell. Meaning you can turn this despair into a catalyst for growth if you but water the right idea. Plant yourself firmly in the present and shed your regret for the past and anxiety for the future, those things need not apply to now. Making a mantra may help. You could say something like I'm in control here, I'm not going to let this get me down, I'm not going to let this destroy me. I'm coming back and I'll be stronger and better because of it. There are many things deep within us which we have forgotten, I think it's time you take a second look at your life and ask yourself what you forgot. You may be surprised as to what you uncover. Always remember there's some good in this world and it's worth fighting for. Feel better buddy, take comfort in knowing that you're not bound to this perspective. Below I'll share with you a poem of mine called Beyond the Void. Hopefully it has a similiar effect on you as it did me. If you need someone to let loose to feel free to message me, I'll be here. Wobbling on the edge of utter desolation, Where thoughts of death become a fascination. I take a step backwards and continue to sway, Is this the final hand that I will play? While what lays behind me is probably eternal rest, Is this decision the very best? Death is certain and that much I know, However there is still life in me left to flow. Perhaps this anguish can evolve, Maybe this question isn't impossible to solve. If I pay a visit to the abyss, There are so many things here that I will miss. Some things good and some things bad, Joyful events and those which are sad. When will this perspective shift? I desperately need my spirits to lift. I look in the mirror and remember every scar, The result of my despair I need not look far. Thoughts race through me, shackles tighten, I scream and then peculiarly my sense of awareness begins to heighten. A new thought washes through my being, I take a second glance in the mirror unsure of what I'm seeing. The burden within me feels far lighter, A winning result for this righteous fighter. The ground stops shaking and I gain some composure, Taking a step towards what was once an enclosure. Shadows fade away revealing what they left in the dark, Being pulled forward my soul begins to embark.
  7. Wallowing to the echo of faded dreams, We bite our tongues to hide our screams. Swept away by the blur of time, One must ask if we've done a crime. For if I am eternal where have I been, What have I plundered and who do I sin. Am I an outlaw at the fringe of existence, A slippery worm well versed in persistence. One thing I know is that I don't know much, So when wisdom whispers you must hush. I'm always trying to get behind the curtain, Scoping out the situation so I may be more certain. Certain of what I don't know, Perhaps why should I stay and where should I go. Life leaves much to be desired, If I have a creator he needs to be fired. But I suppose it could be worse, Officially I am under no curse. Still though it's all so strange, The Universe comes with quite the range. From the ant to the whale, The dark to the pale. There are those young and old, Some are cowards while others are bold. A mysterious world waiting to be exposed, An open door that can't be closed. I step up to the question, That what has humanity forgot to mention.
  8. I'm glad you're venting, there is obviously alot of pent up life in you dying to get out. I'm sorry that things have turned out the way they did, reality can be harsh. Like you I'm the product of a chaotic enviornment which left me isolated and in shambles. I am away from the toxic people now but unfortunately the damage done lingers, turning me into my own worst enemy. Basic things like relationships, jobs, and driving I have no experience with, my instability and disdain left no room for such experiences. So yeah I get where you're coming from unfortunately. However there is some good in this world and it's worth fighting for. You are capable of rising from your ashes and molding this reality into something more enjoyable. Believe in the positive possibilities of yourself and roll the dice a few more times, who knows what may come up. Below I'll paste a poem of mine called Beyond the Void. If my words speak to you feel encouraged to reach out, I'll be here. Wobbling on the edge of utter desolation, Where thoughts of death become a fascination. I take a step backwards and continue to sway, Is this the final hand that I will play? While what lays behind me is probably eternal rest, Is this decision the very best? Death is certain and that much I know, However there is still life in me left to flow. Perhaps this anguish can evolve, Maybe this question isn't impossible to solve. If I pay a visit to the abyss, There are so many things here that I will miss. Some things good and some things bad, Joyful events and those which are sad. When will this perspective shift? I desperately need my spirits to lift. I look in the mirror and remember every scar, The result of my despair I need not look far. Thoughts race through me, shackles tighten, I scream and then peculiarly my sense of awareness begins to heighten. A new thought washes through my being, I take a second glance in the mirror unsure of what I'm seeing. The burden within me feels far lighter, A winning result for this righteous fighter. The ground stops shaking and I gain some composure, Taking a step towards what was once an enclosure. Shadows fade away revealing what they left in the dark, Being pulled forward my soul begins to embark.
  9. It is said that no tree can reach heaven unless its roots extend to hell. Meaning you can turn this despair into a catalyst for growth if you but water the right idea. Plant yourself firmly in the present and shed your regret for the past and anxiety for the future. Those things need not apply to now. Monitor your thoughts, watching as they come and go. Also making a mantra may help, you could say something like I'm in control here, I'm not going to let this get me down, I'm not going to let this destroy me. I'm coming back and I'll be stronger and better because of it. Make a stand against the forces of evil which would seek to repress your spirit. There are many things deep within us which we have forgotten. I think it's time you take a second look at things and ask yourself what you forgot. You may be surprised as to what you uncover. Always remember there's some good in this world and it's worth fighting for. Feel better buddy, take comfort knowing you're not bound to this perspective.
  10. I can't give you everlasting peace but perhaps judging by your name I can grant you a moment of joy to build upon. Here's a poem I wrote, I hope it cheers you up a bit. If it vibes with you I can show you another piece which deals with depression more directly. I frolic in the fields of fiction, Since the real world isn't my ideal depiction. Sweep me away to a far off land, Let me embrace an elf maidens shimmering hand. Have dragons fall before my sword, Make armies bow before my horde. Allow me to chase down my shadow to the end of the earth, So I can know what I am truly worth. May I gain my wizards staff, Where I will conjure up whimsical spells so all can laugh. Watch me run my finger down my axe, Making those who oppose me know it is no time to relax. Gandalf and I can puff some smoke, In the midst of festive hobbit folk. I want to soar on the wings of an eagle, That way I wouldn't have to be guided by Smeagol. Move me at the speed of light, Embracing distant love will now be an easy plight. Give me a boat to travel the mighty sea, Don't have the captain be bound by a hefty fee. Me and a dwarf can have a drink, As I give the nearby pretty ladies a welcoming wink. While I'm crossing a bridge I can meet a troll, Eluding his trickery I will my soul. All these things and more I wish could take place, However it is realities limitations that I must face. Thankfully I am blessed with an imaginative mind, So the realm of fantasy isn't too hard to find.
  11. I frolic in the fields of fiction, Since the real world isn't my ideal depiction. Sweep me away to a far off land, Let me embrace an elf maidens shimmering hand. Have dragons fall before my sword, Make armies bow before my horde. Allow me to chase down my shadow to the end of the earth, So I can know what I am truly worth. May I gain my wizards staff, Where I will conjure up whimsical spells so all can laugh. Watch me run my finger down my axe, Making those who oppose me know it is no time to relax. Gandalf and I can puff some smoke, In the midst of festive hobbit folk. I want to soar on the wings of an eagle, That way I wouldn't have to be guided by Smeagol. Move me at the speed of light, Embracing distant love will now be an easy plight. Give me a boat to travel the mighty sea, Don't have the captain be bound by a hefty fee. Me and a dwarf can have a drink, As I give the nearby pretty ladies a welcoming wink. While I'm crossing a bridge I can meet a troll, Eluding his trickery I will retain my soul. All these things and more I wish could take place, However it is realities limitations that I must face. Thankfully I am blessed with an imaginative mind, So the realm of fantasy isn't too hard to find.
  12. Greetings buddy I read your post and can relate. I suggest you view a video called instructions for a bad day by Shane Koyczan, it may lift your spirits a bit. Below I'll paste a poem I wrote on the verge of suicide, may it help you as it has helped me. It's apparent that there is alot of life flowing through you, please don't smother it out. The world needs people like you. Wobbling on the edge of utter desolation, Where thoughts of death become a fascination. I take a step backwards and continue to sway, Is this the final hand that I will play? While what lays behind me is probably eternal rest, Is this decision the very best? Death is certain and that much I know, However there is still life in me left to flow. Perhaps this anguish can evolve, Maybe this question isn't impossible to solve. If I pay a visit to the abyss, There are so many things here that I will miss. Some things good and some things bad, Joyful events and those which are sad. When will this perspective shift? I desperately need my spirits to lift. I look in the mirror and remember every scar, The result of my despair I need not look far. Thoughts race through me, shackles tighten, I scream and then peculiarly my sense of awareness begins to heighten. A new thought washes through my being, I take a second glance in the mirror unsure of what I'm seeing. The burden within me feels far lighter, A winning result for this righteous fighter. The ground stops shaking and I gain some composure, Taking a step towards what was once an enclosure. Shadows fade away revealing what they left in the dark, Being pulled forward my soul begins to embark.
  13. Oh princess in the highest tower, You're guarded by a dragon that will devour. While I am but a broken knight, The endeavor of saving you does excite. So now I pick up sword and shield, And march across this forsaken field. I take the roads less traveled by, The journey takes me far and high. I make my way to your castle, And let me tell you it was quite the hassle. Fear grips me with every step I take, But I must do this for our sake. I see the dragon fierce as could be, It advises me to bow down and plea. I take up arms and strike a blow, As the blizzard inside me begins to grow. The creature lashes with all its might, But I will not give up this fight. I call upon all I know, To strike down this deadly foe. I pierce its heart with my blade, Now the dragon begins to fade. His life fleeting before my hands, He no longer rules these lands. Running up the tower I see a light, This must be the end of my plight. I open the door and behold your form, Butterflies within me begin to swarm. Princess we're free to be, No longer are you imprisoned by he. Take my hand and let's make way, For this is our glorious day.
  14. I wrote this piece in the same mental ward about a month prior to the poem above. He was a man whose tongue held no lies,For he was the direct descendent of our father in the heavenly skies.Born to a body of fleshy sin,Though what laid beneath was unlike the rest of his kin. Jesus had the utmost grace,Never being wavered by evils face.He was wise beyond any years,Performing miracles that would bring crowds to tears. A beacon of light on top of a starless mountain,Where words of wisdom poured out of him as if there ran a cosmic fountain.His eyes pierced through you with a single glance,Leaving even the most hardened individuals in quite the trance. The holy spirit so ever majestically flowed inside this man,Naturally people caught notice and became a fan.Students began showing up from every mold,When they heard his words their hearts were sold. Wicked men put a price on Jesus's head,He was wanted alive or dead.Despite this he and his disciples continued their teachings,Where on occasion they endured terrible beatings. One of the twelve apostles turned to black,No longer having Jesus's back.Judas Iscariot had done Satan's bidding,And it is in hell where he now is sitting. Jesus died on the cross to pay for our shortcoming,However don't be saddened for if you believe in him you will see him at your homecoming.There he sits at the right hand of God's throne,Being the voice of truth and love that we all have known.
  15. I wrote this in a mental ward this year. I frolic in the fields of fiction, Since the real world isn't my ideal depiction. Sweep me away to a far off land, Let me embrace an elf maidens shimmering hand. Have dragons fall before my sword, Make armies bow before my horde. Allow me to chase down my shadow to the end of the earth, So I can know what I am truly worth. May I gain my wizards staff, Where I will conjure up whimsical spells so all can laugh. Watch me run my finger down my axe, Making those who oppose me know it is no time to relax. Tom Bombadil and I can joyfully sing, After I give him the one ring. I want to soar on the wings of an eagle, That way I wouldn't have to be guided by Smeagol. Move me at the speed of light, Embracing distant love will now be an easy plight. Give me a boat to travel the mighty sea, Don't have the captain be bound by a hefty fee. Me and a dwarf can have a drink, As I give the nearby pretty ladies a welcoming wink. While I'm crossing a bridge I can meet a troll, Eluding his trickery I will retain my soul. All these things and more I wish could take place, However it is realities limitations that I must face. Thankfully I am blessed with an imaginative mind, So the realm of fantasy isn't too hard to find.
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