Venting More cbt poetry

[kitkatt]

He cut pieces from his self for her

She kept his still heart wrapped in poetry

I love like an artist

I love in ways that would scare therapists and excite poets

So I'll use my pen as my finale

When I finally take these words to heart and then to my grave

For this world is no longer for kings and poets

For I am a fool whose had last their last laugh

A jester with no jokes

A failure

A broken child

A changeling

Oh how I wish the fae would take me back to where I belong

For I am not scared of dying

I am only terrified of living.

 

[FadingSnowFake]

Hello and welcome here. Beautiful poem ️

 

[kitkatt]

Hello and welcome here. Beautiful poem ️

Thank you for welcoming me and hello. I'm glad you like my poetry I've written off words for so long because my thoughts were always too heavy. But in my last year I hope my words will reach those I can't

 

[FadingSnowFake]

Thank you for welcoming me and hello. I'm glad you like my poetry I've written off words for so long because my thoughts were always too heavy. But in my last year I hope my words will reach those I can't

I hope that in sharing your writing here, it will shed some of the heaviness you have been carrying with you. Sending hugs.

 

[kitkatt]

I hope that in sharing your writing here, it will shed some of the heaviness you have been carrying with you. Sending hugs.

I hope so too and I appreciate you. But part of me knows I was created by heaviness and I have no choice but to carry it while I continue in this life ;(

 

[spoiledapplepie]

I was racing to the station
My fare paid in yellow pills
And flat orange Fanta
The toll was too high
I couldn't catch the bus
Instead I laid
On my best friend's couch
Sick and shameful
Parental anger blinding

I kept coming back
Back to that station
Negotiating payment
In suspicious liquids
And a kaledesope of unimpressive pills
All times I was rejected
Left to take the long way home

The next time I traced my way back
Back to that dark station
Bearing overflowing white pills
Like glowing pearls
And vodka in hand
Hoping to catch a night bus
When I awoke
The bus had driven by
And there I was
All the same

This time
I know
I have to make it
I will pay the fare
Show my cash in full
Each penny accounted for
To take me
Away from
This dreary station
I need to
Catch the bus

 

[kitkatt]

I was racing to the station
My fare paid in yellow pills
And flat orange Fanta
The toll was too high
I couldn't catch the bus
Instead I laid
On my best friend's couch
Sick and shameful
Parental anger blinding

I kept coming back
Back to that station
Negotiating payment
In suspicious liquids
And a kaledesope of unimpressive pills
All times I was rejected
Left to take the long way home

The next time I traced my way back
Back to that dark station
Bearing overflowing white pills
Like glowing pearls
And vodka in hand
Hoping to catch a night bus
When I awoke
The bus had driven by
And there I was
All the same

This time
I know
I have to make it
I will pay the fare
Show my cash in full
Each penny accounted for
To take me
Away from
This dreary station
I need to
Catch the bus

You wanting to catch the bus out is valid. I feel like writing some poetry back to yours hopefully it'll be a positive boon to some of your sprit while you're here I dunno though my poems are usually sad:( hopefully this one ain't to bad

The bus
Ive boarded and I unloaded myself of many times
Some fares paid by my own hands
Some fares paid by others
But no matter how many times I've walked onto that whether it was by my own accord or others it's never left the station
I don't know when or how to get my fare accepted or if I'll always be waiting
But while I'm here waiting
Travelers weary and waiting
Will always be welcome
I want to be there for others who like me are stuck waiting in a limbo of longing
Maybe I don't have some grand purpose like I hoped I would but also maybe the reason I don't feel like a real person
Is so that I can truly relate to those who wish to leave
So I'll be a bus stop creature
I'll wait with you while I have the time
I'll help you count your fare
I'll listen to all your woe
My grand purpose is walking the Styx outside of that damn bus stop that won't take me

 

[spoiledapplepie]

You wanting to catch the bus out is valid. I feel like writing some poetry back to yours hopefully it'll be a positive boon to some of your sprit while you're here I dunno though my poems are usually sad:( hopefully this one ain't to bad

The bus
Ive boarded and I unloaded myself of many times
Some fares paid by my own hands
Some fares paid by others
But no matter how many times I've walked onto that whether it was by my own accord or others it's never left the station
I don't know when or how to get my fare accepted or if I'll always be waiting
But while I'm here waiting
Travelers weary and waiting
Will always be welcome
I want to be there for others who like me are stuck waiting in a limbo of longing
Maybe I don't have some grand purpose like I hoped I would but also maybe the reason I don't feel like a real person
Is so that I can truly relate to those who wish to leave
So I'll be a bus stop creature
I'll wait with you while I have the time
I'll help you count your fare
I'll listen to all your woe
My grand purpose is walking the Styx outside of that damn bus stop that won't take me

This was so incredibly sweet, it made me tear up. Thank you.

 

[kitkatt]

This was so incredibly sweet, it made me tear up. Thank you.

Of course:)