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#1
Jan 03, 2018, 05:55 AM
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Has anyone ever written a poem about about their T?
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Jan 03, 2018, 06:04 AM
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I do all the time. I've written loads for him.
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#3
Jan 03, 2018, 07:06 AM
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Oh yes I've written quite a few to her... she always seems very touched by them.
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Jan 03, 2018, 07:33 AM
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I've written many poems for my Ts also.
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Jan 03, 2018, 09:05 AM
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I also have written many poems for my t to read.
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Jan 03, 2018, 09:40 AM
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No. I have written short stories where she gets murdered off or she's the murderer or both
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Jan 03, 2018, 09:45 AM
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All the time...
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Longing for some place where all is okay. Severe depression Severe anxiety disorder Eating disorder (BED) |
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Jan 03, 2018, 11:13 AM
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I wrote a short story inspired by her.
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#9
Jan 03, 2018, 09:35 PM
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Poems and songs.
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#10
Jan 04, 2018, 11:08 AM
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No, and only because it would not be helpful for me to do so. The idea simply doesn’t appeal to me. I enjoy reading and writing poetry but I wouldn’t write poems for or about my T.
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. ~Rumi |
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Jan 04, 2018, 11:32 AM
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I never have, but this poem reminds me of therapy:
ON PILGRIMAGE —Czeslaw Milosz May the smell of thyme and lavender accompany us on our journey To a province that does not know how lucky it is For it was, among all the hidden corners of the earth, The only one chosen and visited. We tended toward the Place but no signs led there Till it revealed itself in a pastoral valley Between mountains that look older than memory, By a narrow river humming at the grotto. May the taste of wine and roast meat stay with us As it did when we used to feast in the clearings, Searching, not finding, gathering rumors, Always comforted by the brightness of the day. May the gentle mountains and the bells of the flocks Remind us of everything we have lost, For we have seen on our way and fallen in love With the world that will pass in a twinkling.
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Living things don’t all require/ light in the same degree. Louise Gluck |
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#12
Jan 06, 2018, 05:43 PM
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No, although I wrote one for a teacher/mentor once. Bad-bad-bad case of (maternal) transference.
The song The Impossible Dream from Man of la Mancha reminds me of my pdoc. He's always trying even in hopeless cases, and also does unpopular stuff for a good cause if he believes in it (he had me sectioned once. And if I beg him to raise my dose more quickly and he feels it's dangerous or will be disbenefical (I just made up that word) he won't do it. But he will explain his reasons as many times as needed, and hear out all my arguments, and help me figure out ways to not go mad.) |
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