You asked me to slow down.
I can't slow down.
I won't slow down.
Life is too short for slow downs.
And I'm running out of it,
so fast...

You see... Jonathan, the seagull
has always been restless in my mind,
in this crazy, crazy journey of mine.
I meet people.
Some of them I like.
Most of them I don't.
I attack those I like, with my emotions.
The rest are luckier.

I get rejected.
I pay the price of my crime.
I digest the pain.
I wipe my eyes.
I move on.

If you are brave enough
join me onboard my speeding train
you will enjoy the adrenaline of moving at a 1000 miles an hour.
Beware, though!
We may crash and burn at the next steep turn,
or, if we are lucky, we will make it to the end.
All flushed, excited, filled with emotions,
one can only enjoy in a high speed ride.

I'd choose the security of walking, if I were you.

You told me that patience is a virtue,
It may be so,
But I'm not virtuous my love.

I'm so sorry I upset you.
You, were one of the unlucky ones.
I liked you...

I will drink
my next tear
to your health...

Awwww CAK ... that is so heartfelt .. hopefully your train will slow just a little to let someone on board

Hey Blondey111,

Thank you for your kind words.

The train has room for one passenger only.
I'm in the "getting rejected" phase... again
It's always for one reason or another.
Then, the tears will follow
And the journey begins again... for the next crash.
Until death puts an end to it...

(I hope you are a serious fan of Jacinda Ardern!!! )

Nice poem .

It's not a poem JulieABush.
I wouldn't know how to write a poem even if I wanted to.
It's raw emotions needing to escape.
Needing to flood the world...

But thank you, anyway.
You are so very kind!

rejection can be soul destroying if you let it . Depends on how much power you give to that rejection and how your mind internalises the process . My advice is to let the tears flow and then find something to bring back your smile . The good news is .. every minute someone on mingle is likely experiencing rejection .. you are far from alone . In fact mingle could be considered a form of cognitive desensitising therapy lol . It is very sad when death becomes a solution ... stay in the light

As for Jacinden ... yes she has my respect for many reasons however respect can be fickle . There is currently a lot of debate in NZ about proposed health reforms . Interested to see how she handles that pressure .

So much wisdom in one reply! Rejection is soul destroying. Rejection is consuming. But I've learnt to survive it. Functioning on the fast lane has taught me that ups and downs will be much more intense but, at the same time recovery is a lot faster. It's like a sine wave with an extremely high amplitude and ordinary frequency.
(Not many people realize what this means or how I function. I drill. And the more gold I find the more I drill. Until the gold found pushes my emotions at a higher level. It's like living a normal life but in fast-forward). That, applies of course to relationships (up time) where the time between intense up and rejection is short. I had my "bad luck" to spend extended up time in relationships and rejection was a total devastation.



The tears flowing are always part of a rejection. The intensity of emotions and the fast pace of events doesn't lessen the pain at all. The only way to bring back the smile and calm, is to find another muse. For love is my oxygen, my food, my fuel...



That's not a relief for me. Actually, the empath in me hurts for each and every rejection I read about on the site.



I may have given the wrong impression about death. I never considered it to be a solution of any kind. But, it is the inevitable end.



Keep pressing her! She needs to remain a decent politician. The world needs desperately decent politicians.


Thank you for your advices and concern. I appreciate it a lot!

CAK .. If love is your oxygen .. your breathing pattern is somewhat erratic and I may have a few concerns about your airway resistance (I understand sine waves in terms of mechanical ventilation ), Wonderful explanation and insight .. thanks so much for sharing with me (and the world )

Thank you so much for the big smile Blondey111 (one day I will ask you about this "Blondey" thing because you don't look like one ... outside or inside...).

Your concerns are completely justified as it seems that not many are interested in riding a crazy train! (which, of course, makes perfect sense!)

I had a hunch that you would understand the sine wave explanation! I don't know how or why!

My intention was to share my explanation with you. I don't think that the rest of the world is interested in my well-being or in... wave theory

Poetry is raw emotion CAK. That is how I began to write. I started seriously at 15 years of age, had many breaks from writing, over the years, each time I needed to release, I found a pen.
Friends, sisters, kindred spirits, partners sometimes don't get you or your words - poets are freed without constraint with ink being their blood. It really is the only way we know how to BE.

I know this now, my Lady. I don't think I can write fiction. What I write is my inner world needing to come out, otherwise I feel I will explode!

I'm not sure if anyone understands what I write, and to be honest I don't really care. What I need is to release the pressure from inside me.



What a beautiful image...

Thank you!

You may be surprised how many people resonate who can't find the words
Poetry is a gift that gives and touches the deep part of our humanity, although some misinterpret our poems.
I once took a Great American Poets course. Many poems are still not fully deciphered today and can have multiple meanings.
Poetry is fun too.

First critique.
Take each sentence, image them into a metaphor.

Example being....
Lines 7,8 and 9 you could write something like


Jonathan the seagull crashed barriers
his restless wings found rest,
he pinnacled mountains and other minds'.
Craziness.



.

For this first one I will express my gratitude. For the following critiques I will humbly read and try to improve. My gratitude is a given!
(Too many "Thank you"s would be monotonous)

Curtsies...

I wouldn't be surprised at all. The images I have in my mind are MY images and not everyone can see with MY eyes, or MY heart (for that matter)

Poetry seems to be fun when one needs to externalize what's burning inside, either good or bad.

As I said, I don't think I could write fictional poetry...