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6 strings

6 strings

By jfarrell

 

I don’t know why,

But I’ve wanted to play the guitar all my life;

I have been teaching myself for 31 years

And I am not the worst in the world;

Although, I am probably very close.

 

I’ve always been too scared to go to lessons;

Scared the teacher would laugh at me;

And I have given up, so many times;

“that’s it! I’m never touching a guitar again! Ever!”

 

But, them six strings always pull me back;

Listening to clapton, hendrix, b.b, nine inch nails….

The list goes on;

But still just those six strings;

And back I go. :)

 

I can’t help myself.

I do get slightly better each time;

But, I think it’s fair to say,

I have no natural musical talent.

 

But, surprisingly, I am getting better

Some songs I can play from memory

And they are recognisable;

A long road it has been,

But them six strings keep pulling; keep guiding.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my guitar playing may be bad, but my singing is painful :D and i can't stop myself

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Sustainable steps

Sustainable steps

  By jfarrell

 

Agency work is fun

And I am loving how synchronicitous it has been for me;

Having not worked for 17 years,

It’s let me get back into work, a bit at a time;

Sustainable steps.

 

Two shifts this week, three the next;

Two double shifts and a couple singles;

And a fun one tonight,

That’s left me too scared to sleep.

 

Got home from football job very late,

And gotta be at cricket job very early;

I don’t think I will wake up in four hours for work, too knackered;

But, I dare not be late.

 

Really hoping lotsa coffee, bunch of caffeine pills

And caffeine energy drink will “give me wings”

And fly through tomorrow’s 8am til 11pm shift;

“make or break” comes to mind.

 

I’m a 49 year old man who hasn’t worked in 17 years;

Who desperately needs to return to full-time work; with overtime;

ASAP!

I am really hoping this is a sustainable step :)

 

(been with agency 2 months now - love it)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

cricket - is that the one with a big bat? all sports loook the same to me :)

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Memories Fade

Memories Fade

                                  By jfarrell

 

(“memories fade, but the scars still linger” - tears for fears, great band)

 

I was about 5 when it happened,

44 years ago;

But everytime I do something entirely normal,

I can’t help but very graphically remember, relive,

That incident.

 

Some memories fade, just the scars linger;

Some memories have to be relived day after day.

If only we could choose which memories;

Trust me, I’d choose happy, nice memories,

Not being violently raped when I was 5. Who would?

 

Like yesterday, I remember too much of the first 10 years,

And increasingly less of the years after;

And, as for the last 10, memories fade;

I tell myself, this was yesterday, its gone;

But, each morning I relive it again.

 

So much for thinking positive :(

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

be positive, aewsome, yeah

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*Keep Your Head Up*

 

 January.4.2014/May.24.2014

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

Things may look impossible

Think of the positive

Hold on the the possible

Hold onto the love

Let go of the hate

Give yourself that extra shove

To get you out of this state

That keeps you holding onto the bad

Believe in fate

Let go of being sad

Believe at any rate

 

Keep your head held high

Fight the stress

That wants you to die

Forget the mess

That makes you cry

 

Things will get better you'll see

Live the life you want

Let the worries go by

Don't let your struggles haunt

Push them away set them free

 

Keep your spirits held high

Don't waste your time on what people want

Let your strengths fly

Keep your stand let it flaunt

All you can really do is try

 

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We rise, we rest.

We are partners.
Paired - but not out of need.
Attracted - but not out of fear.
Complete - in our individual wholeness.


The calm we feel
is only equal to our passion
for ourselves, our life and the thirst for more.


We give
to ourselves what we need,
to our partners what we want,
and to the world around us
love to heal.


We are not perfect
but we don't expect ourselves,
our partner,
to be.


We are merely
grateful,
trusting,
and powerful
in our commitment
first to god
then self
then each other.


For us
that is the only way.


We rest calmly
in the glow of our own godliness
our own frailty
and our own compassions.
What a glorious light
we have.

Positive Epiphany

Caught in the moment,
Sometimes we forget to breathe:
A simple thing to forget,
When life drags you by the knees.

They say that life is all perception,
An individual vision to direct and command.
Expect the unexpected,
Make the most of what you have.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Simple but effective methinks.

 

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Unmade mends, loosened knots, dead disillusion

Shrouded with doubt.. cynicism has buried it's way in..

through the skin.. parasites, they grin.. 

I don't know if i'm mean't to be where I am anymore, cause I made a mistake long ago,

did it take me off the right road?

maybe there isn't a right!! maybe everything is just wrong...

perhaps neither of the two.

damn, it can seem so confused.. 

 

These days are like flying forever on an aeroplane, constantly changing destinations while the inside stays the same..

too many people got money on the brain, i'm tellin' you it's gunna really rob your heart of the warmth that brings about positive change.. 

but you're too worried about keeping the change you could be sparing to another brother, in need of some support..

 

God could of wiped me from this earth by now..

the tears I shed are so full of life, & yet so fucking dead..

is this emptiness set apart from what's actually going on within my head..?

will these mends ever be made?

my heart is not your scapegoat, & my mind is not your slave..

so step away.. i'm not able to be caged.

 
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Self-Made Boundary

Fall back and take a chance to slow time to a still,
Rushing into a decision, a conclusion before the first steps are made.
Am I doubting myself, or changing my perception?
Two steps forward, then pushed back against the wall.

White flags waving, unheard victory in the war,
Lovers collide in colour-blind kaleidoscopes.
Soul mates that met at opposite ends of the hourglass fight to get somewhere far;
Metallic taste of blood hardens against hate-spited lips,
Lost in a desert waste ground, sand covering the footprints that they’ve made.

Falling into the deep cracks within myself,
A spinning madness, paranoia is the wheel.
You hate what you have and love what you miss,
Two leaps forward, then jump across the wall.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hindisght and retrospect are the clearest of visions.

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My Strength

My physical strength
Isn’t what makes me strong
But my knowledge to know
What’s right from wrong

I see it clearly
My full expectations
I focus on the positives
And not the limitations

I believe in mind over matter
The power of will
To believe is to succeed
Which makes me feel fulfilled

My mind is my strength
Not my weakness
It’s also a gift
That gives us all uniqueness

By:Kelly McLean

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was originally written for an assignment but i decided to post it because i liked it.

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