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Cheer up Übereil.

When we focus on the things that make us blue, we tend to miss the better things that do come our way.

The key is to force oneself to see those things positive.
It’s no easy task and does require a lot of work on oneself, but in time it will become automatic.

Kyra_Ny <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Like what? The poem (or refrain...) really summons up how I live and feel.

Übereil

Things / Life passing you by...

I see a person who feels adrift on a sea leading nowhere.
Just tossing with the tide and not knowing why.

Those were not your songs lyrics, but those lyrics gave me that impression.

Kyra_Ny <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

That' how I feel too. But how to get up from that sea? It's not like there's any ships passing by.

Übereil (and how did you know what it meant? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />)

You are the only person who can lift yourself out.
It's not easy and very hard, but if you don't start focusing on the things good that are a part of your life now, you will dig yourself into a very deep hole of despair. It seems deep now, but it can get deeper, and I know you don't want that. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

How do you lift yourself up...
Again, you have to choose to smile on purpose.
You have to choose to be happy when things are bringing you down.
Things don’t come automatic.
You must work hard towards a goal.
Whatever that goal is, it’s your choice.
When things get to hard and you feel like you can’t stand it anymore.
Mentally stand back and tell yourself, good things about yourself.

Example: If someone said bad things about you, you wouldn’t stand for it, and you’d fight back. So why allow yourself to say things to yourself that you’d never allow anyone to say to you. Fight bad or blue thoughts within you, just like you would, if it was someone else saying those things to you.

How did I know?
Call it intuition. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Kyra_Ny <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Yeah, right, my... erm... well, you know...

Anyway, let's pull of a story:

If you find yourself in a pit you can't get out from you call for help.
A doctor walks by, looks dow and trow you a prescription.
A pries walks down and throws you a prayer.
A friends walks by, listen to you and then jumps down to you.
You say: "But now we're both stuck down here".
Your friend says: "But I've been down here befor, and I know the way out".

I don't have any friends <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/puppyeyes.gif" alt="" />. And I suck plain on gaining friends (I don't know much more about my classmates than I did one and a half year ago, and they know even less of me. I'm shy to the extreme, can't speak with pepole I don't know at all. And it feels like I can't even speak to the pepole I know, like my parents).



Don't have anything to be happy about. That make this a little more complicated.



This is maybe the big reason why I'm so low. I'm absolutely hopeless at this. I can't simply find good things about myself.

Übereil

I know it's hard Übereil, but you have to move towards your classmates.
Trust me, they won't bite you and you might find they are a lot more friendly towards you than you think. If your shy, introduce yourself and let them know you are kind of new to meeting people. They will understand. You may think they won't, but that is your imagination playing with you. I'm sure your classmates would love to be around you, but for a time you will always have to make the first move towards them.

I don't pretend to know your life Übereil, but you do have your friends here on the forum. Barta has been super kind to you and has gone out of their way to put stuff on the board for you. That's also a positive thing in your life.

I have to go home now Übereil.
Take Care of yourself
Kyra_Ny <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

No prob, since this will be my last post for the evening (YES, It's evening here).

I know my classmates won't bite me, but still, I can't manage to get throuto them. All my attemts to participate in their conversations is either misunderstood, counterattacked or they're simple facts (like: The time's 10.40 and we start in five minutes).

And I know you don't pretend to know my life, just as mutch as I pretend to know yours. I live my life, and that's the only life I know what it's like to live. And my firends at the forum... Well, pepole here are all nice, but they're no good stand-ins for real friends, and they won't solve my lonliness, just ease it a little. And saying here what I would like to be able to say in real life doesn't help much either. Well, it's a little practise, but it's easier to talk to someone you don't see, and being able to see over what you're going to say for a couple of minutes helps too. In real life you don't have that ammount of time. You've got a moment, then you must have thought of what to say and youmust have gathered enought currage to say it, otherwise the opportunity will be passed, and you'll have to stick to the next opportunity. Often I'm bypassed even when I say something which doesn't help either, but you're got to try, and I'm doing no other thing. It goes easier and easier acually. I'm making progress. By the time my class splits up, I might even have got into the gang <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />.

Übereil

cheer up, bud. don't be a fatalist. not a young & tender age. unless u've lived up to 100 years. by then u can whine all u like because u have the right as a geezer. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/silly.gif" alt="" />

don't be sad just because u're different. be happy because u're unique.

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
&#8216;My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!&#8217;
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Dreamland
by Edgar Allan Poe

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.


Ah, I remember reading one of Poe’s magazine articles on Micro-Fiche.

Poe said, one key to a good poem is it must roll off the tongue and must never seem forced.

Kyra_Ny <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Kyra_Ny <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Darkness
by Emily

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can't save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don't want to fight anymore
I've given into darkness


Good-bye
Tsel <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/disagree.gif" alt="" />

the reason I'm here
now at this very moment
it's sadness
in the milk of the night
soft love was ours

under the stars I sit
and bow my head
and play my guitar
in the milk of the night
soft words are mine

so lovely and precious
smile to the candy clouds
and leave them on your tongue
sweet taste of broken heart's passion
soft doubt in mind

I can't conquer the crossroads in my soul
as in this coldness my eyes stop their stroll
and I set my heart to your Indian eyed-drum beat
and in this bar music makes me feel your heat

if you believe me
feel my breathe on this hour
blow your lies away
blow your lies away
and you know
I won't forget to wait
for love it's never too late
our past will come back at last
in the milk of the night

Congratulations Setharmon for your lovely poem. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/party.gif" alt="" />

Barta

Abandonded by Elynne


Abandonded
Isn't as cruel a word as abused
But it's enough, I think.
I know you wanted a boy, father;
You wanted to name me Junior
You really wanted Little League
Roughhousing and car mechanics
And that father-son talk at thirteen.
Instead you got a scardey-cat girl
Who you had to toss in the pool,
Who hid in her room, in trees,
In books,
Who cringed at the idea of violence,
Who had a hard time standing up for herself.
I don't think that's why you left
And why you stayed gone for eleven years;
I know you called sometimes,
But when mom would ask if I wanted to talk to you
It was me that said no.
I don't really believe you were ashamed of me,
But I did then,
Especially since I was angry and wanted very much
To be ashamed of you.
I was bitter about the "college fund," father;
About the endless lack of money,
About having to sneak around the house in the daytime,
About only seeing you when you decided to make an appearance,
About the pot in the hall closet
(I learned to fear police raids when I was in first grade),
About the broken promises.
You were so gone for such a long time
That when you finally left for real
It was almost a relief,
And I spent years trying to unremember
Anything good about you
So I wouldn't miss
What I couldn't have.
And one day, out of the blue,
You're coming to town, and it's convenient to visit.
Never mind that it's been half my life since the last time I saw you;
Never mind that I'm now an adult living on my own,
Now you want to play Daddy,
And I'm your little girl.
You don't get that, father.
Not after the bitterness,
Not after figuring out that the reason I had so many f'd-up relationships
Was that I kept picking guys that ended up leaving me,
Not after spending years getting a spine
And a sense of my own worth
And learning how not to be a shy little girl.
You certainly don't get to see my awkward teenage years;
You'll never know what it was like when I graduated from high
school,
When I started dating,
When I learned to drive,
When I left home to make my own way.
Too late, father.
You take me as I am
Or not at all.
And since you never bothered to find out who I am,
And you still don't show much interest,
I'll just assume that you don't want me after all.
And you know what?
I'm doing just fine without you.
I finally found a man who wouldn't leave;
I finally discovered what I'm good at;
I finally identified and am working to kill
That lingering fear of other people's fathers,
And the fear of not having a child by myself.
It would be so much easier and more understandable
To make up a story of abuse and neglect--
Though the neglect isn't that far off.
There's a father-sized hole in my life,
And it's been there for fifteen years,
So I've learned to build my life around it.
But when I have a child of my own
Don't expect to hear from me;
I'm not going to want you there.
You may not understand-you may never understand.
It's the price you've already paid for freedom and escape.
You'll always be my father,
But you'll never be my Dad again.
That's what I get
For being
Abandonded.

Tsel <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/puppyeyes.gif" alt="" />

Thank you melady.
<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I know valentine's day is over.
But here's one of my older ones that I think I posted here before somewhere.
Feel free to use it for a beloved one now that spring is finally in the air (Well... for most of us. Sorry HEF, Mea, Mandrake, janggut,... ). <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

You'll never know
how much
your smile lights up the room
or your laughter fills my soul,
making all the little problems of the day disappear.

You'll never know
how much it means to me
when you do or say something
thoughtful and totally unexpected,
usually just at the moment I need it most.

You'll never know
how much pride I hold in my heart
for the person you are and the things you do,
for your strength and your gentleness,
your courage and your determination,
your accomplishments and your dreams.

You'll never know
how much I need you by my side,
in the best of times and the worst of times
and all the times in between.

It really doesn't matter where we are
or what we're doing,
as long as we're together to share it all.
I love you with all my heart and soul.

You'll never know how much.

@ Seth -> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" /> next time i'll post a poem extolling the goodness of celibacy. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

*Über looks out the window and sees the snow, who reaces as far as his eyes can see, covering the whole landscape, which it has done for about two weeks. He doesn't really know what Seth is talking about.*

Übereil

Song of the Frigid Woman
by Linda M. Stitt


Oh Lord, please give me an impotent man.
I enjoy a good hug whenever I can
but celibacy is my ultimate plan,
so give me an impotent man.

He could be taking some strong medication
that dampens his drive, or have some combination
of injury, age, ennui and castration,
just give me an impotent man.

I haven't completely abandoned romance,
I just choose to relate where there isn't the chance
stepping out might involve stepping out of my pants.
Please give me an impotent man.

No thrill in the masculine member I find
since my worn out libido just up and resigned,
but I love intercourse with the masculine mind,
so give me an impotent man.

The truth must be told and the facts must be faced,
no man in his prime or his senses would waste
a moment in chasing the forcibly chaste,
so give me an impotent man.

Oh Lord, please don't send me some lusty young buck
because I'm convinced, with my usual luck,
I'd want conversation and he'd want to physically express his affection.
Oh give me an impotent man.

Tsel <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ohh.gif" alt="" />