I know you are sad, and I know you despair,
I know it can feel as though nobody cares,
That nobody listens to what you will say,
But do keep on speaking, go on anyway.
Speak with your heart, wear it plain on each sleeve,
Speak of your pain and the reason you grieve.
Pour out your hurt and the ache that you hide,
Pour out the tears that you’ve left still uncried.
It’s hard to explain all the thoughts in your head,
The reasons and feelings you wish you were dead.
You’re confused and alone, so what can you do?
Please heed this one thing that I’m asking of you.
Write of the sorrows and ghosts from your past,
Write down the questions that you’ve left unasked.
Tell of the scars too innumerable to add,
Tell of the bumps and the knocks that you’ve had.
Not everyone listens or can understand,
Not everyone carries the strength to withstand
The power behind a dam ready to flood,
But truths should be claimed without spilling of blood.
Reowr 
Well, I’ll try my best, but I might fill up quite a few blogs before I’ve finished.
You have about 3 gigs per blog, so that should take a little while.
I really adore this.
That makes me very happy! š
Sorry, I thought you were commenting on the Galaxies poem. My overly enthusiastic reply is somewhat inappropriate for this one. But I am glad you were touched by my writing.
hahaahaha
let me read your galaxies poem
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Sorry, only have time for a reblog today.
Maybe my favorite thing you’ve written since I’ve been following your blog. I really like the 2nd stanza! So good! ~ Bill
I’m glad you enjoyed it Bill. š
So much pain in the world — such a tragedy — if only time could be spent on better things. But healing is a beginning.
As long as you’re alive, your life is always beginning.
I am touched and amazed to see such purely, clearly spoken truth. If you are as young as the name Cubby suggests then we are much alike, except now I am much older. If you are interested in a small chat, let me know how. I don’t Skype but e-mail txt etc are all ok. If not thank you, I will be reading.
Alex aka Pendragon’s Poetry Blog
No, I am not as young as the name Cubby suggests. I write this from past experience and not current, but I appreciate your generosity in making yourself available to chat. Thank you for your kindness and heartwarming words. š
But it’s a good reblog… š
I’m glad. š
Brilliant! The suppress human emotions from the past and write them down on a piece of paper and recite or express all your feelings. Poetry is the excellent of relief.
Nice! Job!
Say, You should check out my new blog. It’s about Disneyland the darkside of Disney. I would like to hear your feedback. I know you’ll be blown away…Nobody writes things like these.
This is amazing and deserves some sort of award. You never let me down x
Hmm, I will go eat some chocolate then, since you insist. š
I do insist lol
Amongst the bloggers, here, I’d say this is why many of us write….to let it out…but I’m hoping that this reaches the people who do not know how to do it. They need to be coaxed into believing that SOMEONE will listen, SOMEONE will care. Just keep talking until it’s all released, and it will no longer be an anchor….Well put, Sonya! A message desperately needing to be heard!
Yes, I hope my words will reach someone who needs to hear them. That is my hope.
Thank you. Needed it.
I hope it helped. š
really good one Cubby! and you’re right, letting it out is the best in the end! holding it in just drags it out, and then explosions occur! lol š
Yeah, explosions usually aren’t a good thing. š
this I learned the hard way….never fall for those strong silent types!! š
There is so much power in those words. Takes my breath away.
Your night raven flew away on me. I need another one please. No sharp teeth though…
We often forget that there is always at least one person who listens intently to us. We just don’t think too highly of her or his opinion, which is strange. No one else knows us better.
The problem is when the voice speaking within you only has negative things to say. Unless this voice comes with a switch, which for some people it might, it would be difficult to gain any perspective by listening to your own negative voice, or so I believe.
As I’ve dug into that one, I’ve found that the inner, negative voice is not my native voice, but a reaction to past pain and abuse that’s trying to preempt further pain and abuse. Obviously, because we don’t even like that voice. How could it be part of our genuine selves unless we didn’t like ourselves?
Part of my liberation from my inner critic has been realizing that I’m not as powerless now as I was when the pain and abuse happened, so I don’t need to preemptively defend against it. And I’m capable of becoming more competent and more powerful as I engage with the very things that I previously tried to avoid/preempt. It’s changing things around completely.
Yes, depression is a condition and state, not something that defines who you are, but this is not something easy for someone who feels suicidal to understand emotionally. It can make sense cognitively but not connect on a deeper level. I am glad you were able to change things around for yourself. š
“Write of the sorrows and ghosts from your past,
Write down the questions that youāve left unasked.
Tell of the scars too innumerable to add,
Tell of the bumps and the knocks that youāve had.” – very deeply and honestly said, I am sad I did not read this earlier!
That is why I reblogged. š
I appreciate the encouragement today, thanks.
We all need encouragement on some days.
Absolutely beautiful. My favorite poem of yours, next to “when you cry”. You’re such a powerful writer, it’s amazing how your poems can vary from very enlightening (“flavors of the moon”) to dark concepted pieces like this. This is just too moving for words.
I have tasted the flavors of both darkness and light, and their flavors still cling to my memory. The sun and the moon make waves in my heart, and I have learned to splash among them.
Wow, it felt you know my pain and you wrote it for me š
Very meaningful poem and your words…amazing.
Pain is unfortunately a universal language. I’m glad you found the poem meaningful. š
Yes…:)
Everyone above has said it already. Magnificent, Cubby. It is for work and strength of feeling like this that I admire your work so greatly and appreciate any praise from you. You are a maestro. My hat is doffed.x
Ah, I am moved by writing that is genuine and sincere, which is why your writing moves me. Many thanks for your generous words. š
Not generosity, Cubby. Mere truth.x
Ah! hadn’t realize that this was a reblog until I read your comment! Funny, this poem spoke to me as though a friend was inside my head and had decided to give me a pick-me-up. I had a very bad day and was so very low. Your poem was like a call from inside. Very nice. At least a three of bars of 75% dark chocolate are due you!
I’m so sorry to hear you were having a very bad day. I have had a few of those lately, and I know how crappy they can be. I find surrounding myself with things that make me happy can help. I hope there are many happy things that you can surround yourself on these low days.
I search them out…like bamboo groves and surprise photos š
Beautiful, Cubby! I always wonder how you manage to write a fantastic poem seemingly every day. Reblog or not, I look forward to reading them.
I’m glad you look forward to reading my work. It is a lot of hit-and-misses for different people, but I’m happy when someone sticks around for the hits. š
“Write down the questions that youāve left unasked.”
Writing helps a lot.
Yes, I believe it does. š
Or, perhaps, at time blood must be spilt? Like the prompt to write…may inspired a poem
I do not think if there is ever a time blood must be spilt. At least, I hope there isn’t.
a magnificent poem, truly inspired words here my friend. the phrasing, the perfect natural rhyme, the emotional depth, just sublime poetry, ty so much.
Thank you very kindly for your generous words and for reading. š
Amazingly tough to do, but i try š thanks for such inspiring words
I’m glad you found them inspiring. š
I have nominated you for liebester award if you don’t already have it. Details on my blog
This fits perfect for September 10th, World Suicide Prevention Day.
How amazing are you?
You reblogged the most fitting poem too!
You really amaze me Cubby you do,
you write about things that are really true.
Blessings
Not all of the time, but sometimes it seems necessary.
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What a perfect poem to be set on the day after World Suicide Prevention Day. This writer/poet is phenomenal!!
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everytime you talk of it
i feel you talk of me
o such a sweet listener
for a change
let me listen to you too
You listen to me by reading my words and hearing my voice cry out to you.
you have such sweet songs in you
This tugged at the heart strings.
Gently I hope, just gently.
aww.. yes.
Great poem, great blog, great words, great poems. Thank you for finding me and in turn leading me to you. x
Thank you for your kind words. You were a pebble that sparkled and caught my interest in the WordPress sea. š
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Words of TRUTH! Speaks out everything I would want to say in a lifetime!
I reblogged this! Thank you for reblogging it here š
I’m glad you found it worthy of reblogging. š
Thank you for this!!
And thank you for reading. š
I’m glad you reblogged. So well said!
Thank you! š
Poets should learn
To pour out their lore
And write what they can
Like you said ,their before
And not let the sun burn
Evaporate their words and melt their core
So I’ll write not one
But build a million floors
With words perfectly done
I love how you respond with poetic rhymes. Thank you. š
I just made a look at your past work