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Betty Boop


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Posted Fri Oct 31st, 2008 10:42am Post subject: 'The Vines' my first and only poem.
Hi i'm a 36 year old mother of three. I never finished school because of my (undiagnosed) BiPolar. A few months ago i enrolled at college to see if i could improve my self esteem and be a better role model for my three sons. We were set a task to write a poem, about anything, in any style.

I haven't shown this poem to anyone i know (except my tutor) as it is my private thoughts on depression. The fact i have very little education is also a factor; i'd be embarrassed to show my lack of finesse! I'd be interested to see if anyone can identify with my ramblings though, so here goes:

The Vines
Gathering in shadows, waiting, breeding.
Cramming the emptiness clutter allows.
Dark tendrils gaining strengh, wanting, needing.
Brooding thoughts the best library to browse.

Solitary nights a cradle to nurture.
Weary days a playground to flirt.
An army of arms send out their searcher.
Victim weakening, a mind to convert.

Surrounded by vines the windows tarnish.
Bleak lonely landscapes confuse the view.
Laughter and love become just a varnish.
As memories accustom to the hue.

While vetchlings flourish on the arid grounds.
Strobing figures play out a morbid mime.
Disabled and deafened by silent sounds.
Chalky orbs of hope promise to end time.

But in dreams vivid colours do run.
Each morning a small fragment left behind.
Through a kaleidoscope espied the sun.
Each shard a promise of life there to find.

The choice this time is not to let them win.
Is taking your life the ultimate sin?

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wooden_elf


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Posted Fri Oct 31st, 2008 12:03pm Post subject: 'The Vines' my first and only poem.
Hi i'm a 36 year old mother of three. I never finished school because of my (undiagnosed) BiPolar. A few months ago i enrolled at college to see if i could improve my self esteem and be a better role model for my three sons. We were set a task to write a poem, about anything, in any style.

I haven't shown this poem to anyone i know (except my tutor) as it is my private thoughts on depression. The fact i have very little education is also a factor; i'd be embarrassed to show my lack of finesse! I'd be interested to see if anyone can identify with my ramblings though, so here goes:

The Vines
Gathering in shadows, waiting, breeding.
Cramming the emptiness clutter allows.
Dark tendrils gaining strengh, wanting, needing.
Brooding thoughts the best library to browse.

Solitary nights a cradle to nurture.
Weary days a playground to flirt.
An army of arms send out their searcher.
Victim weakening, a mind to convert.

Surrounded by vines the windows tarnish.
Bleak lonely landscapes confuse the view.
Laughter and love become just a varnish.
As memories accustom to the hue.

While vetchlings flourish on the arid grounds.
Strobing figures play out a morbid mime.
Disabled and deafened by silent sounds.
Chalky orbs of hope promise to end time.

But in dreams vivid colours do run.
Each morning a small fragment left behind.
Through a kaleidoscope espied the sun.
Each shard a promise of life there to find.

The choice this time is not to let them win.
Is taking your life the ultimate sin?

It's beautiful in its sadness. I love it. Is it OK if I save it to my harddrive, I promise I won't show it to anyone.

And there is noone who can tell you have little education.
Thank you for sharing it with us!

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Betty Boop


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Posted Fri Oct 31st, 2008 12:30pm Post subject: 'The Vines' my first and only poem.
Wooden_Elf, you have made me blush, in a good way. As for saving my poem, please do. My family and friends would be shocked at the sadness, hence the privacy, but there is a sense of freedom in this forum. Does that make sense?

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wooden_elf


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Posted Fri Oct 31st, 2008 12:32pm Post subject: 'The Vines' my first and only poem.
Wooden_Elf, you have made me blush, in a good way. As for saving my poem, please do. My family and friends would be shocked at the sadness, hence the privacy, but there is a sense of freedom in this forum. Does that make sense?

It makes perfect sense, dear. *huggles*

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