Creative Expression

Inside The 4 Walls That Surround Me

feeds@yuku.com (The4Walls) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:35:48 GMT

Found myself in these lands, lands which have no name, the owner was named, yet not the lands. Lands that began with youth and innocence and ended with age and corruption.

Lands where the inocentr was little by little replaced with sin and temptation. Lands that we all have and lands of which none can escape. Lands that know what is wrong and what is right, but lands we ignore.
Lands that contain people we can only remember. Lands that contain memories of the evil we have...

She Never Told

feeds@yuku.com (silent2long) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:47:36 GMT

I put a trigger warning on this one, it is not specific but the content is implied strongly and it might trigger someone. Had a long conversation with pdoc today about what I had in my life that gave me joy or pleasure, something about it that doesnt hurt all the time writing and singing is it......I have been writing like crazy. Sometimes I write things just to get the thoughts out of my head, this is one of those, dont share these often.
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Breakfast every morning was a shot of whiskey and a beer

Like his dad before him his rage left his family in fear

Never saw the world through...

There's Gotta Be More

feeds@yuku.com (silent2long) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:42:39 GMT

another song.
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I CAN'T COUNT ALL THE NIGHTS I'VE STAYED UP AND CRIED

BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS HURT ME, OR SOMEONE HAS TRIED

ALWAYS PICKIN' UP PIECES LEFT OF MY LIFE

THINK OF THE BATTLES I'VE LOST, STILL MORE LEFT TO FIGHT

I WANNA FIND LOVE IN THIS...

saved on sunday

feeds@yuku.com (silent2long) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 20:41:16 GMT
I have been writing alot, it helps me process things. More importantly it keeps me out of my head where I really dont need to be stuck right now. Thought I share some with you guys. This is not about religion it is about my su attempt in case anyone feels triggered, the lyrics are intentionally ambiguous so the song is easier to sell.
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THERE MUST BE ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME

OR LOVED ONES I LOST THROUGHOUT...

DIDoart

feeds@yuku.com (Bobzilla) — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 23:27:10 GMT
The first time I asked an alter to be forward, I was exploring my creative side (music, writing, software), then lo and behold, we started drawing. I have never been able to draw a straight line with a ruler, much less artistically, although several females in my family were world class. She (my alter) was kind enough to let me sit in and watch, but I never new what was next as symbols were surely created, most in an hour or so. They are definately DID symbols, each one, as this was the...

Cover Art: Many Voices

feeds@yuku.com (katieprestby) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 09:57:23 GMT
For the month of October, my art work is being featured on the cover of the Many Voices newsletter, I also have poetry inside, the art is also on the website on my profile

D.I.D

feeds@yuku.com (ShatteredKarma) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 17:38:49 GMT

This poem was written at 2 am on Sunday morning 22/02/09 on my phone. I had my second Psychiatrist appointment at 2pm that afternoon. I was unaware of this poem until my husband told me I had written it. Anyway enough babbling here it is!

Remember When

I remember when I thought you were beautiful:
the way you seemed to shine, and glitter.
I thought your green eyes magnificent
and your hair--it drew my touch better than any doll's.
Always I wanted to dip my fingers into...

On Silence

feeds@yuku.com (VereGolightly) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:30:46 GMT

On Silence

Your silence is not golden:
it hasn't a hue,
nor an aura--not purple,
not mysterious--
It isn't regal
nor does it echo, nor
fill a room.

It isn't Virtue,
though it can be seen
but not heard.
It isn't stoic, nor pious,
for to risk with words
and passions
is more...

Scanner art - Escaping Association

feeds@yuku.com (Adrian) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 20:56:16 GMT
Hi all!

I know I'm new around these parts but I wanted to share something I made very recently, right before I found out I may have DID. I named it Escaping Association because at that time I accidentally ran across some word I can't even find now but I was related to dissociation and to me, this is sort of what happens inside my head sometimes.

This was done on a scanner. I...

Photomanip done for someone dear of his alters

feeds@yuku.com (Phantom) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 15:42:23 GMT
This is completely representational. Done for some one dear to me. I hope it helps them have a face. This is how I see them. Enjoy.

Photos from our Sadona trip :)

feeds@yuku.com (gregunsure) — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 13:51:25 GMT
Photos from our Sadona trip :) The road there... The outside of the native american ruins...

While Heat Takes Form

feeds@yuku.com (VereGolightly) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 16:46:42 GMT

This is a poem about my anger as I see her....maybe my rage....I wrote it several years ago....

Shuttered in the garden
that lies behind the wall
she paces, muttering,
preoccupied,
scratching at cracks
in the sealings,
feeling along grainy stones
for trap doors,
rusted hinges,
ready to snap free,
spring an outlet--
release--

musings

feeds@yuku.com (katieprestby) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:07:07 GMT

There's this space, between within us. Some kind of gap in the space time continuum, a place many strive, struggle and hope to achieve yet at the same time, countless many are driven by fear, terror and horror as it grips them refusing to let go. This is not the delusional rants of one with severe psychosis or thought disorder symptoms. I am about to be a college graduate, I am a performer, a competitor, a sister, an artist, a writer, an advocate, I am a woman who has, in her long ago...

poem: Darkness Comes

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon48) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 20:33:22 GMT
Broken heart like glass/brittle, hard, and sharp as daggers. Spirit crushed like trampled grapes/ pulpy flesh oozing blood-red sweetness. Soul in flames/ consumed to choking clouds of lifeless ash. Darkness comes, but never soon enough.

night

feeds@yuku.com (carol2002) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 17:11:21 GMT
At dusk before the dark comes in
We feel the fear awake
Another night of suffering
We know the pain can make

We used to love, we used to cry
but now we just feel worn
It''s numb in here, the pain to great
We feel our souls our torn

We pray some day for happiness
that soon our day will come
When we can live with peace and hope
And be safe so we won't be numb
Vicky
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