Posted in poetry

Steal This Poem and Improve Your Life…by Chris Noe

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Steal This Poem and Improve Your Life

A false livelihood is among us here

They put her in a corner over there

Rape is a real sickness fueled by pressure

 

Communication is evaporating

We all want to be heard under street lights

That shine our thoughts and awaken reality

 

Life’s highways lead to unbelievable places

 

The warmth and comfort of these words

“It’s gonna be okay” is all you need to hear

Yet horror surrounds the peace in our hearts

 

There’s no way to escape the jaws of pain

When your best friend discounts your existence

From their world permanently

 

Or when the girl you once loved suddenly stomps on your soul

 

Who steals your identity?

 

Grandmother dies without saying goodbye

Your baby leaves this earth before you even get to say hi

 

Your loneliness leads you to painkillers and whiskey

To mask the agonies of anxiety and despair

 

Your therapist can no longer help you

And tells you to just move on

 

The bullying becomes too much to handle

Humiliation

 

Social media captures and suffocates you

Until there is no you

Then madness feels like the answer

 

Remember to hear the music of poets

To listen to the words that speak to you

 

Music saves

 

They are sounds the soul needs to hear

 

To look in the mirror and see you as someone

Who matters in this world

 

Pick up the phone and call

Reach out to family and talk

 

Sleep won’t fix it

Drugs won’t fix it

Solitude won’t fix it

 

Instead

 

Walk along the beach

Listen to the waves

Feel the warm sand run through your toes

Stroll down the sidewalk

On a sunny day and soak up the fresh air

Smile at strangers

Do what makes you happy

Strum your guitar strings

Free your mind from cerebral slavery

 

Do not hesitate to fulfill your dreams

One day at a time

Find laughter at a zoo

Watching children feed the goats

 

Visit a support group and listen to their stories

Learn to let go of the past

Forgive yourself

Love that person in the mirror

Wave at your reflection in the pond

You are never alone

 

The world is filled with kindness

Remove those regrets

Fill your emotions with laughter

And compassion

Reach out and never let go once you’ve

Grabbed a hold of true love

And it will carry you far

The rest of the way

On your life’s journey

 

by Chris Noe

 

 

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Posted in Therapy

Is there a place?

“I am writing now because there is too much going on in my crazy lightening head

There is a lot for me to say

It is important for me to……pause……

Portions should be relevant

Avoid the snowball effect

Respect the choices of other people

Stop feeling guilty about my decisions

Change my perception

Detach the personal feelings

Tap into my cognition for a little bit

Be prepared for something that is real” —Me

Posted in poetry, Therapy

It’s not what you think…it’s therapy

AM I DETACHED?

My
how he has turned into a beast
Always
the center of attention

We are drifting like clouds
Not sure when he’ll be coming home
to stay

Sneezing down by the lakefront

She is taking a shower

The voices are driving him mad
The insanity is there now for sure
Until sleep comes
the monster is allowed to run free

Sleeping patterns are wild
Yet the sunlight glides through the hallways
every morning

Please no more pills now
Yet he cannot discontinue them
The pain is less extreme then some years ago
Trying to get back what has been lost
It’s still amazing to believe
Staples ran across the left side
Now a scar remains
A shaved head

Neurotic
Overanxious
Obsessive
He goes from happy to depressed multiple times daily
The hospital stay certainly messed with him
Yet no one sees it
Invisible pain
Whenever she walks away from him
He wants to cry

Feeling alone
To wish for no fights is unrealistic

Hate to be mentally off
Not knowing what to do
Love is a real feeling
Hating the way he feels right now
Because it hurts
Who is in control of these words being typed?
Can anyone read this wristwatch?

Going from pure boredom to too many options
What to choose
What to do
Weak with less muscular strength than before
Trying to get rest now but it is hard to do it
Needing to be in a safe and warm place
Loneliness is something he is confronting
Patience is what he needs to embrace

When alone
think of ways to help
Distractions that can really help out
Music to listen to
Movies and TV to watch
Games to play alone
Emails to write
Books to read
Naps to take
Food to eat
But most of all needing help

Isolation

Feel like going mad
Insanity creeps up wishing to be in control
Must not let the anguish consume him
Please make it go away
He’s a good and normal guy
Not too many years in a lifetime
They get shorter everyday

Please put me where I need to be, oh God!

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