Very nice, particularly the second verse. also. must admit to having a preference for short poems to match my attention span. (no offence meant to writer's of longer poems).

Ah, my dear Turnip
Thanks for the "pick- me-up"
I can do short
I can also do long
Just ask JTQ
He will very soon tell you
That I talk far too much
Often double-Dutch
But in the long run
I just like to have fun
Playing, considering
The magic of wording

Sorrow
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Between here and there in that Borderline zone
Sits an empty person,lost,feeling all on his own
With thoughts and emotions thrown into lifes pot
Mixed up with reality then dished out burning hot

A fire in the belly which is partly expressed
Caught in a cave full of echoes,but with the real hurt repressed
Just to turn back that clock and erase all of time
As now feel in revealing have committed a crime.

When for years as a Mouse in a quiet world would stay
Keeping all of those secrets and hurt locked away
Until a medium appeared where people may care
So take a tentative dip to find a warm welcome there

However,when necessity becomes a prolonged plaintive cry
It can backfire with received hatred in the blink of an eye
Flames spontaneously engulf,soul burning holes in the floor
Then crawl painfully away carefully slamming the door
Titan

My dear Titan,
I do so hope that my silly rhymes have not felt like like a door slamming in your face. Your poetry speaks (at least to me) of much past and perhaps present hurt. You have certainly committed no crime. On the contrary, I feel that I have been unsupportive of you. For this I beg your pardon. I am just at a loss as to know how to respond.
I think Titan that a lot of forum users have things that they wish to declare, but having kept secret for so long, keep back.
Your poetry is exceptional, and if it is an outlet in some way for you, please do continue to use it. My lack of response is a reflection of my own inadequacies, not of your abilities

Take care
AB

Hi Titan I also love your poetry and how clever you write such verse. I am not good with words but try.

SORROW

Sorrow is an emotion of being sad
Knowing your sane but feeling mad
with secrets hidden deep inside
and no one there for you to confide
trust in someone who will truly care
and help you unburden if you dare
those demons that haunt you everyday
release your pain and take away
all the grief and sadness buried within
it is not a crime you committed no sin
so when you feel out of your zone
remember people here, your not alone.

we care
love PB x

Dear Annebernadette and Posh Bird,
I actually read what you had written at 3.00 a.m and have thought long and hard since about whether to post.The previous verse was a short one,aimed at nobody,but short for those that like it that way.You have both been really supportive,as have many,even those who don,t really understand where I am coming from.
As in everyday life,not all people are the same and many do not enjoy sorrow,and prefer to ignore,complain,or switch off.I suppose there are limits,lines that should not be crossed.It is a grey area,allowing for freedom of expression,yet protecting those who visit forums for that positive lift.I understand that now.
Getting stuck on the same old merry go round,is wrong of me.In no way did I mean to upset,I just upset myself.I love reading your poems and thoughts,everybody has their own tilt on life and the variables are a wonderful concoction when viewed as a whole,or even in each,their own individual beauty.I see each as special and the whole as amazing.
I should not really post this,but am trying to explain,I should really keep these thoughts to myself,maybe that is the answer.


Explain
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What if a person who has issues,other than pd
Is caught helpless on a runaway horse,that others cannot see
The thing that drags his Soul below the depths of all despair
Is something uncontrollable and way beyond repair

The torment and the agony,no one can ever feel
Relived,then dies,relived,then dies,but feels forever real
People come and people go,it's always hard to trust
However,when I do,each time,it all just turns to dust

That is when I know again,embrace it as my own
I hate myself as others do when constantly intone
Yet loneliness is haunting and so I try again
To make friends who ask no return,but they all fade away

Throw insults in my face,no need I have a mirror
Cut me with a knife,whilst invite me round for dinner
Add torment to my mixed up life
Behold the biggest sinner

There is no explaining to be done,there will never be a winner

On You-tube I should really be
Someone may hold the key
Open up and see my words
Please tell me who is me

The doctors,shrinks and experts
Sidetracked with all pd
Have people dangling there like puppets
Whilst sit back smugly swigging tea

With an annoying condescending slurp
Which really gets my goat
Then I flip my lid as always
Stuff there words back down their throat

As anger uncontrollable burns tarmac in the rain
When thunderstorms surround me,beware the intense pain
Until calmness eventually returns,surveying where I stand
Those close again,as always,have let go of my hand

There is no explaining to be done,it's always been this way

Abandoned,lost,and insecure,just like a sulking child
Returning then back down to earth,even more reviled
I want that as a need to feel but at the same time don,t
Constant in apologies,but cannot change or won,t

Just know that if upset is caused,accept my apology
At no time is blame levelled at anybody,only me
The picture now is building and know now what I do
It's part of things longstanding,I suppose it's nothing new

So to those who like a short verse,I am sorry for your pain
You can read it all with gritted teeth,or not bother to again
Because,one thing now is obvious,people do read here who care
Yet sharing this dark poetry,can lead them to despair

So in this long verse to explain the mixed up pattern of one mind
Which longs for understanding,love,then rejects it,you will find
This message is for everyone to explain,I have no plan
No agenda,or false politics,i,m just an emotional mixed up man

There is no explaining to be done,yet hopefully this has.
Titan
To all with love
Take care
Titan

i think every single persons poems/rymes on creative corner are brilliant,from joyful to sorrow,its speaking how we feel.i wish i could get my head togeather agin to give it a try ,but for now im enjoyin reading all of yours,keep up the good work all

For Titan

I like your idea of life as concoction
Of everbodys thoughts and deductions
So maybe to hide
Your own thoughts inside
Might spoil amazing insight
As to what is wrong or right
The infinite variey
Of each personality
Keeps the Merry going round
Lifts our souls from the ground

Hi Titan

It's pretty obvious that we all love your poems - long, short, happy or sad - because they are so full of emotion. It's just that the sad ones sometimes sound like cries for help and cause us to worry about you; but I think you're saying that we shouldn't worry because they are cathartic and help you to make sense of things.

I hope that's the case, because it means I will be able to enjoy your 'sad' poems all the more!

Lily x

FAO M Turnip

Nice, nice, what do you mean nice?
My English teacher once asked
She then gave me this advice
Said it may help my forward path

She dictated a long list
Of some words I might have missed
That mean much the same thing as nice
And told me their use she'd advise

To this day I do not know
'though to her I did not show
My inabilility to see
Why "nice" is the wrong word for me