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It’s His World Now, But It Used to be Theirs
Poetry / by redTree7626
Last post
 October 27th, 2025
...See more He and She both threw spears When they were young. fragile bows of wood Flying straight to the heart, killing no more than they ate. And their nightly thanks greeted the sky Like an everlasting spark.  They lived in comfy caves, shallow brooks, With stories, love, and endless time. But as the world grew- As they did too- He unearthed sharper weapons- Much too sharp, She would say, When He tore up the ground Uncovering glittering rocks better left unseen. But She too was at fault, Her journey to the forest- For remedial plants and leaves, Had unraveled into sloth and chaos.  The medicine She found Rapidly becoming a wild drug. And her desire to expand their world Melting with the sun. He alone made fires and walls, Sparkling cities, and violent war, Cages- of words, weapons, and thoughts. His will and way were forged with steel. He was only metal, She could tell, When, despising Her lively laugh and untamed zeal,  He dragged her over roots and rocks, Through the vibrant river, And finally to her own gilded prison. So She was thrown onto the sharp crystals,  Forced to dress like him and eat his food and live his way.  And it is still His world in which She lives: Denied her sacred plants and trees, Forced to be a fantasy.  But still She knows that the forest remains, That it may well be Her world too someday.
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I hide inside my brain
Poetry / by redTree7626
Last post
 August 25th, 2025
...See more I hide inside my brain Fat and covered in slimly, pink, worms Decades old and still it withstands.  But down beneath the goopy ridges, Right when things turn smooth, There’s a thumping into the thoughtless silence.  A constant, painful, Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum And would that hideous noise become louder I could no longer hide my ugly pearl Fingers would pry it from my brain- Squishing out of the walnut center- And scattering the slimy, pink, worms.  And then it would be revealed to the light- My beasty pearl in the hands of the gods.  And I would reach with gooey fingers- I would yank it back, brains dripping down my face And shove it back into that wormy hole.  And while the crowd looks with horrified eyes I will close the hole with thorny stitches And poke my skin until they cry. Because I don’t care if they think I’m crazy- I won’t let them find out I hid my heart inside my brain
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Structure and Spontaneity
Poetry / by redTree7626
Last post
 August 17th, 2025
...See more Structure and Spontaneity Some see the world  through lines and dots  Neat rows of a leaves veins, Twelve to a dozen, and  The routine setting of the sun. Their earth is safe- Mother nature’s perfect equation.  And some see the world like a piece Of Jackson Pollock’s art. Messy green on blue.  Hasty fingers smudging leftover paint On the worn canvas.  This world is vibrant and carefree Like a common oyster’s magical pearl.  But few see the world  As a mix of both.  An instance of structured spontaneity- Or spontaneous structure- Whichever one likes more.  A living being- With hundreds of inherited genes- And still an unpredictable face.  For the truth is,  Neither exists without the other- An endless summer has no surprise, Like a list of tasks has no sense- Without a dream born from a wild heart.  And the earth can be all three- For it is the artist, the lawyer, the writer,  Drawing, typing, crafting their view.  And when they decide to see the world,  Not as they know it, but as they dream it,  That is structured spontaneity That is spontaneous structure.
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Does anyone else do this?
General Support / by redTree7626
Last post
 May 28th, 2025
...See more I am incredibly conflict-averse. I feel uncomfortable and trapped when I get into an argument or difficult conversation- especially when it's with someone I care about. Instead of engaging in the conversation or trying to resolve the issue I usually apologize repeatedly or acknowledge the other person's feelings while trying to speak as little as possible and end the argument as fast as I can. This was the way I grew up handling conflict in my family, and since both of my siblings did it as well I never saw it as an abnormal response. Does anyone else do this during conflicts? If you have any suggestions for how to change my response please let me know!
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Does anyone else do this?
Anxiety Support / by redTree7626
Last post
 May 28th, 2025
...See more I am incredibly conflict-averse. I feel uncomfortable and trapped when I get into an argument or difficult conversation- especially when it's with someone I care about. Instead of engaging in the conversation or trying to resolve the issue I usually apologize repeatedly or acknowledge the other person's feelings while trying to speak as little as possible and end the argument as fast as I can. This was the way I grew up handling conflict in my family, and since both of my siblings did it as well I never saw it as an abnormal response. Does anyone else do this during conflicts? If you have any suggestions for how to change my response please let me know!
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The Cardinal
Poetry / by redTree7626
Last post
 May 3rd, 2025
...See more Can you see how the cardinal caws in my chest- I know you can’t- no one can.  But it does. It sings even when the frost of winter Melts into a peaceful spring rich with hope. Its last note will haunt me until I die. How I’ve tried to show you The feathery monster that taunts my sleepless eyes  But don’t you know? I can’t. Its stuck in the cage of my ribs- A cage I didn’t know I had created- Until I padlocked the door with a lead key. And you believe that the cardinal and I are one: When its melody escapes my lips-  You thrust credit of the song upon me. And I’ve screamed the truth- into your ignorant silence- That I am merely the stage on which the cardinal performs But you only cast your eyes aside.  And it's your fault too- it is- All the sludge you pour down my ears-  It cements the bird inside my heart.  It coats my lungs with shrapnel- it makes me wheeze. Yet even now you toss me shallow prescriptions and flimsy books. And I’ve tried them- of course I have, But how can I swallow pills with a shriveled throat- How can I read words when the cardinal’s symphony  Beats my chest and rattles my head.  And what infuriates me most-  what douses me in unbearable heat, Is knowing that I could have set the cardinal free- built it a home instead of a prison. And I could have hummed along  when it sang its heartfelt song. It would have been my friend-  a companion I could count on during lonely days. But I pushed it down and shut it out- I was fooled by your poisonous command. And so I leave you with one final thought- To take with you like a searing tattoo- The real monster isn’t the cardinal- Its me and you. 
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Emotions are just ways of releasing energy
General Support / by redTree7626
Last post
 May 3rd, 2025
...See more Physically, emotions are just different ways of releasing energy. I used to label my emotions as "good" or "bad" and would suppress any "bad" emotion that I felt. By recognizing that emotions are neither "good" or "bad", but just part of life makes it easier for me accept and work through them. Although I feel more comfortable with some emotions, I am happy that I am finally able to sit through them while meditating or just throughout the day without judging or worrying about how I am feeling.  I recommend that if you are uncomfortable with certain emotions, like I am, the next time you experience an uncomfortable emotion you imagine it as a ball of energy with a frowny/sad/(whatever emotion you are feeling) face drawn on and picture yourself erasing the face off so it becomes just a ball of energy.
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The Hummingbird
Poetry / by redTree7626
Last post
 April 26th, 2025
...See more And the hummingbird sang Even when the oak trees- Ancient and healing- Burst into fierce flames Its melody like a breeze Rushed through my window And comforted my soul It hummed while the sky cracked And streaks of sublime light Besieged the heavens It trilled the day the bridge fell colliding with the cruel water Humming when my tears fell as well As I watched loved faces Turn to stone in my arms And when the coffin lids were drawn- When my final goodbyes were done I looked at the hummingbird atop a tree Chirping like spring had just begun And an echo of its song found my heart Mending my wounds, sharing its light Then the hummingbird and I warbled together We sang of hopes and dreams Of brilliant sunsets and sunny skies And the hummingbird is gone now- Up to a heavenly chorus in the clouds But I still hum its tunes- When it rains or when it snows And whenever I seem to lose all hope I remember that the hummingbird sang
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