[henrydavidtherobot]

I'm required to write a poem about a place and how it made me feel for class. I've been trying to come up with something, but I had to stop because now I'm an emotional wreck.

I've been feeling fine for the past few days. I just thought of a lot of the places that I can think of that are strong enough to write a poem about and now I can't stop crying. The memories of coping with the aftermath of hypomania in a deep depression in Europe are hurting the most.

I feel like I'm alone and that no body can get me or like me.

I've been doing fine all day. What the hell is going on?

[A Red Panda]

What's going on? Sounds like the thoughts triggered you. That's ok. Let the emotions out.

Why not focus on a place that made you feel happy? One with good memories associated with it? And then write a poem about that? It might help refocus your thoughts and emotions.

[henrydavidtherobot]

Not bad advice, but I am just awful at happy poems haha.

[A Red Panda]

Well.. it doesn't have to be happy, necessarily. Nostalgic doesn't always mean happy. I can think of some places that make me really happy to be in them... but I miss them. Or I can think about a place that meant something to me as a kid, and I can remember those feelings. So it would be an innocent poem, or a hopeful one.

i hope that you can come up with something

used to be a really good poetry writer actually- not sure what happened

[dubblemonkey]

Originally Posted by henrydavidtherobot

I'm required to write a poem about a place and how it made me feel for class. I've been trying to come up with something, but I had to stop because now I'm an emotional wreck.

I've been feeling fine for the past few days. I just thought of a lot of the places that I can think of that are strong enough to write a poem about and now I can't stop crying. The memories of coping with the aftermath of hypomania in a deep depression in Europe are hurting the most.

I feel like I'm alone and that no body can get me or like me.

I've been doing fine all day. What the hell is going on?

whats going on is that you thought too much...

also whats going on is that you felt too much...

(sounds like I'm havin' a go?)

nope

we must move gently through this inevitability and arrive at a place that is comfortable for you to express it...

hey I know exactly what it is like being emotional explosive and mentally implosive

I kinda think that's what you might be like

these personal elements are highly reactive and questioning them ?
suddenly we got a storm

and from a distance?...

if you can allow it... then the poetry will flow

all life is an enormous distraction...HUGE...

just imagine turning it around...

and that YOU are the thing that distracts life!!

then our words may flow undistracted

[henrydavidtherobot]

Panda, I'm just not really accustomed to writing poems like that. I've tried, but its not my style. The voice is phony.

Shattered, don't stop writing!!!! Good is subjective. I did end up being able to write a poem about how lonely living in the dorms was.

dubble, you're absolutely right. I've noticed though that as a writer, I need to distance myself from some events to be able to write about them without them being too sentimental. I think that I was sad because I have a lot of past stuff to get over and a lot of the closest people in my life have abandoned me lately so I was reminded that I have few people to talk to about this stuff.

Originally Posted by henrydavidtherobot

Panda, I'm just not really accustomed to writing poems like that. I've tried, but its not my style. The voice is phony.

Shattered, don't stop writing!!!! Good is subjective. I did end up being able to write a poem about how lonely living in the dorms was.

dubble, you're absolutely right. I've noticed though that as a writer, I need to distance myself from some events to be able to write about them without them being too sentimental. I think that I was sad because I have a lot of past stuff to get over and a lot of the closest people in my life have abandoned me lately so I was reminded that I have few people to talk to about this stuff.

i've nothing left to write about- most of my poetry is about my mental illness experience.. and i've touched on all the topics i could think of

self harm, voices, moodswings, suicidal thoughts..

[henrydavidtherobot]

sounds like a lot of my stuff haha. The one I just wrote for class was about a depressive state in the dorms.