God yes remember those times so many years ago 🙂
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That’s why I hate my insomnia and will drug myself most nights – 3.30 am is absolutely the worst time to think about things…the night is always darkest before the dawn.xx
Lovely poem. One of my memory triggers was a certain shampoo that I had at a particularly bad time in my life. I was away from that shampoo for a while, but when I returned and used it, it was awful. I don’t like waste, but I had to part with that.
Amazing poem. I do know that feeling – certain songs make me cry, even when I ‘can’t’ cry about serious stuff happening now. I’m glad you found it again.
That really says it, eh? That wound does keep the heart open. I no longer cry at certain songs–I just pause, feel sad about what could have been (and probably would actually have been much different) and move along. There was a time though when a certain BeeGees songs could reduce me to a bowl of bawling jelly.
ryn: I don’t know what it is. At first I thought it was all wrapping paper on the tray. Now that you mention it, the dark stuff seems more like cloth. I guess the thing about geting clothes on my birthday started with the very first one. Not that I seemed to care…
That is a wonderful poem. And how true. It always seems like everything is SO much worse at night — and she says that perfectly. I love how songs can do that- transport you right back to a very specific place and time. Well, unless I don’t WANT to go back there.
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RYN: If you mean the health mob, maybe so – but it was really the “meaningless and does not reflect the level of responsibility and professionalism” part that got me. 🙂
As for creative writing, I feel I’m all dried up. The writings of my past all ended up in the rubbish and I have nothing to show for those years. I’m told that it my medications that make me feel flat creatively and emotionally. I hope that one day this changes.
I saw a note you left somewhere which said…….I’ve never heard of the term ‘shotgun’ house. A shotgun house refers to say a three or four room house wherein each room is right behind or in front of another one. Each room has a door which is in line with the door of the room before it or behind it. Therefore, if each of the doors were opened you could see entirely thru the house from front to back. That type of house is normally found in the southern areas of the United States and tend to be occupied by poor people ( like myself ). I hope you don’t mind if I tell you that you are a damn good looking female.
Been there… done that. Gratefully not as much anymore though.
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Lovely poem – and I too can identify with that. Best wishes, A
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I love this so much. So, so, so much. Hugs.
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God yes remember those times so many years ago 🙂
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That’s why I hate my insomnia and will drug myself most nights – 3.30 am is absolutely the worst time to think about things…the night is always darkest before the dawn.xx
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you are releasing!
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Lovely poem. One of my memory triggers was a certain shampoo that I had at a particularly bad time in my life. I was away from that shampoo for a while, but when I returned and used it, it was awful. I don’t like waste, but I had to part with that.
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It’s so true!
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so true. ruminating in the dark makes worries inflate into blimps.
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Amazing poem. I do know that feeling – certain songs make me cry, even when I ‘can’t’ cry about serious stuff happening now. I’m glad you found it again.
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That really says it, eh? That wound does keep the heart open. I no longer cry at certain songs–I just pause, feel sad about what could have been (and probably would actually have been much different) and move along. There was a time though when a certain BeeGees songs could reduce me to a bowl of bawling jelly.
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ryn: I don’t know what it is. At first I thought it was all wrapping paper on the tray. Now that you mention it, the dark stuff seems more like cloth. I guess the thing about geting clothes on my birthday started with the very first one. Not that I seemed to care…
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That is a wonderful poem. And how true. It always seems like everything is SO much worse at night — and she says that perfectly. I love how songs can do that- transport you right back to a very specific place and time. Well, unless I don’t WANT to go back there.
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RYN: If you mean the health mob, maybe so – but it was really the “meaningless and does not reflect the level of responsibility and professionalism” part that got me. 🙂
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That is such a moving poem, i too can relate to that x
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As for creative writing, I feel I’m all dried up. The writings of my past all ended up in the rubbish and I have nothing to show for those years. I’m told that it my medications that make me feel flat creatively and emotionally. I hope that one day this changes.
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That was me about the creative writing. I must have signed out before I wrote it.
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I saw a note you left somewhere which said…….I’ve never heard of the term ‘shotgun’ house. A shotgun house refers to say a three or four room house wherein each room is right behind or in front of another one. Each room has a door which is in line with the door of the room before it or behind it. Therefore, if each of the doors were opened you could see entirely thru the house from front to back. That type of house is normally found in the southern areas of the United States and tend to be occupied by poor people ( like myself ). I hope you don’t mind if I tell you that you are a damn good looking female.
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