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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby birdsong87 » Thu Nov 17, 2016 10:25 am

we just stumbled over some of Thamaras poetry.
i hope it doesnt sound like jibberish to you guys


massive disconnection
hungry fear nibbling trust
humble heartache, familiar friend
cold light, flowing down the stairs
choking song with coughed out glory
drowning heart humming wisdom into the night,
deferring tears, crying wholly holey holy
mouth wide shut, eyes stuck in tomorrow
broken words fall into place
then nothing but
piece
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby LearnToLoveTheRide » Mon Jan 02, 2017 6:35 pm

Good Evening

I haven't been writing in the forums because I have been completely heartbroken and I figured my posts would be terrible.

I did however start writing this story months ago in response to a post by a member of the forum. I forced myself - NY resolution - to finish it and post it. The quote below is just the first two chapters. I figured it was too long to post in it's entirety.
UuKay sat cross-legged on the terrace just next to her front door. Leaning back against the soft, warm wood of the thick, giant Tree that her people called home, she looked out over the dawning Sun slowly lightening the East. Her home was grown directly out of a branch, small as a result of it being situated as close to the end of the branch as possible. But that suited her perfectly. It gave her an unimpeded view of the mountainous forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. Her giant Tree overlooked the others in the immediate vicinity and her vantage point was only surpassed by a handful of neighbors who'd made home higher in the Tree than she had.

The night air was pleasingly warm, the canopy of leaves overhead kept the heat of the day trapped in-between the giant tree boles during the night. She wore a long, thin, light-brown colored meditation robe. She had been in deep meditation for sometime now, but dawn was her time to give thanks. She drew her attention into her inner body feeling it as a single field of energy - similarly shaped to her physical body, just lighter, and clearer - and slowly settled herself into this inner body until she could no longer distinguish between it and her physical body.


***TW: Story has no triggers, but blog does. If you're uncertain, just read the single post.
https://learningtolovetheridebook.wordpress.com/2017/01/02/bees/
***TW End:

Copy-editing and comments are always valued. I humbly thank you for your time.

Take care... Brett
c-PTSD: 48 y/o Male, Singleton to (ex) partner with DID - multiple Alters
Father to 3 beautiful children, 1 of whom is displaying signs of early DID.
Caution: https://learningtolovetheridebook.wordpress.com blog may be TW
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby birdsong87 » Mon Jan 02, 2017 10:53 pm

thank you for sharing. this made my cry a little bit. its beautiful.
we have missed you here.
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby Firedrake » Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:30 am

My Mind Is Dust

The beginning of my story is like opening a door,
A door into a new world unseen, unheard of.
I walk tentatively into the developing unknown,
And watch as the world is built up around me.

But this beginning was a locked door,
One in which I couldn't delve into,
And suddenly I felt that which I never knew,
And would never touch- collapse around me.

So I turn to the strangers for help,
But they look at me as if I don't exist,
Perhaps I am not real, I think to myself,
As they fade away into the shadows of reality.

I look down at my quivering hands,
They are dissolving to dust, blowing away,
I soon become the wind of the void,
Looking back on the door I couldn't open.

It remains locked, standing stoic in place,
As I traveled onward through space and time,
Past those who turn their backs to me,
And continue to do as I always did.

Exist.
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby ShawTrav » Wed Jan 04, 2017 8:05 pm

Glad to see you back LTLTR sorry you are going through hard times, it is never fun. And always feel free to post in here we are here for you.

Your story was really good and at first I had no idea where you were going with it but once I saw the big picture near the end I was hooked. Really good writing as well. No critiques that I can think of, once I got used to your writing style it the sentences all rolled together and became more fluid. Keep on and post the links on here I am very interested in your writings/story. They have a good vibe as well, most of my more serious stories are dark and depressing.


And post more poetry Firedrake I enjoyed reading your stuff as well. Really good imagery. :mrgreen:
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby LittleMie » Mon Feb 13, 2017 11:11 am

Got an email from an old acquaintance (who knows us as W) looking for 50 word stories under the title Left.
It inspired me to write something. This felt fairly major as the short piece has now been submitted and it is the first time I have acknowledged to an outsider that maybe, just maybe there is something not right. Felt somehow I was standing up for something. Perhaps it is my block on accepting this 'thing' that is currently stopping us from moving forward a the moment. I so resent the 'us' and I know I shouldn't. I am trying. Here it is.

W


Left

When the first bad thing happened
I left,
became we.
Save yourself then save ourselves
and save ourselves we did,
Again and again.

Now we are many
Without centre.
Sometimes we cannot put one
Foot in front of another
No left, right, left, right, left, right, left.

Because we left.
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby Clara42 » Sun Mar 26, 2017 7:31 pm

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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby IainEtc » Mon Mar 27, 2017 9:24 am

Hi LittleMe,

Really like your poem. Sounds exactly like DID. You are seriously brave for publishing that.

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which one do they mean?
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby bellic007 » Sun Apr 09, 2017 9:18 am

Hi I had drawn a Pictorial Representation ofy Brain or Head...

https://w22i.imgup.net/20170409_09dc9.jpg

Thr Brick walls represent Blocks,Darks spots Symbolizes Emtyness,The different faces represent my BDD Problem and The arrow matk represent my daily cycle of life....
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Vyakulan (M) 23 yo
Nirali(M) 13 yo
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Re: Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

Postby y0zhik » Fri Apr 21, 2017 2:04 am

https://www.instagram.com/p/BTIUDsjgKUz/?taken-by=madkehl

Sorry I tried to upload the photo but something was wrong with the board and I can't technology...I drew this a couple weeks ago actually but it only just occurred to me it's kinda dissociative
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