"minimizes" poems
therapy and resistance
how is it that therapy becomes the excess of class war or the oppression thereof?
When the struggle of the individual is made to seem self induced when it is easily and clearly directly a result of the failures and complacence afforded by the majority of the group.
When in a therapeutic environment it is important to distinguish the opportunities of resistance from the experience of trauma.
there has always been individuals who establish groups that are in a realm of desperation.
Understanding how this process has unfolded institutionally is just as valid as treating the individual.
This gives the individual the choice and resources needed to heal.
The healing could look like resistance rather than assuming aspects of class war or oppressive culture to be normal.
Otherwise therapy is nothing but the means to normalize the process of oppression.
The traumatic state needs to be able to decipher its organic existence from that of organized oppression and its institutional cooperation.
the neglect of deciphering or distinguishing these differences causes individuals to make a competition out of trauma. This minimizes certain trauma of individuals and causes the group to have less of an opportunity to resist organized oppression of the institution.
Those that are in the realm of desperation or traumatic state are given no choice but to repress in order to continue being social or a member of the group.
in excess the hierarchies of gender, race and class are reinforced to an almost superhuman level.
To the desperate or traumatic state…
what needs reinforcement is that there are humans just like us who have resisted oppression and caused the normalcy of the group to be more inclusive and aware of the processes associated with organized oppression.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
Her needle breaks my skin and she runs her course through bulging
veins.
Just like thick Codeine syrup, she minimizes any evidence or memory of pain.
Throughout my shadowy existence she is a vibrant sun, and she knows **** well she's the only one.
Relief.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
I AM A ******* ADULT.
At the very least, the status is implied
by the Jenga-tower
of (mostly unopened) envelopes
on top my refrigerator
(which is full of ingredients now,
occasionally,
instead of scraps or dead-end, quick-fix options)
My wine comes in bottles, now;
$6 bottles, on average, but still.
(though I maintain my
unconditional support of the
undeniable
economical benefits and efficiency offered
by pumping it into/out of a box)
Why is the measure of maturity exhaustion?
Two years ago, I bought a file cabinet,
for no other reason
than it seemed like the
'adult'
thing to do at the time.
Inside lies reams of papers
instinct tells me to save.
Some with impressive
time-sensitive, stamped, sealed, italicized importance.
Times New Roman.
PAY ATTENTION.
My plates don't match,
and technically until less than four months ago
I only had one bowl,
but i have a decent can opener and
measuring cups of various degrees.
-No ladle. -
(But how often does one really need a ******* ladle?)
Why is the measure of maturity exhaustion?
A queen-sized mattress
minimizes the volume of my
minimally-spaced apartment.
A point of pride last year
after the 24 it took to shake the twin-sized option.
Sheets with a thread count
low enough for my cat to count to
but I could get some throw pillows,
or a dust ruffle. (do people still have dust ruffles?!)
I am a ******* adult.
What a shock
to discover
from where I sleep on this red denim couch.
(Did I forget to mention, that
I only sleep in my bed like once a month?)
But I can see the file cabinet from here.
Doesn't that count for something?
Why is the measure of maturity exhaustion?
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:40 AM UTC
Legislation with the Condition regarding Packers and Movers hyderabad minimizes on organization to effectively properly secured advantages associated with accurate damage or perhaps damage to maximum possible regarding Rs. twenty-five every Kg each write-up, bit or maybe deal. However, created for fishing blood vessels, automobiles or perhaps additional energy automobiles the organization should spend greatest .culpability
Whole Importance Insurance strategy Plan- Many well-known companies offer finish value insurance plan policy strategy technique strategy technique strategy technique strategy technique strategy technique strategy. Below your strategy, organization claims automobile or maybe exchange while using the as items should they are usually damaged or perhaps lost. Moreover, they offer clients some type of resources relief option. Money contract will be totally according to market alternative advantages in items or solutions. Yet before using this particular program develop a heavy in regards to these folks. By no means have guarantee in about verbal offer. Check with these moving companies to offer ideal information throughout support.
Additionally figure out how to training ones protection under the law. If treatment organization is usually asking one to offer provides companies, you may then remain conversation in relationship with the exact same within client team. When Therapy Company provides developed a new reduce to your account and is also not really on the component of pay your contract, you should get ideal authentic activities.
http://www.buy5th.in/movers-and-packers-hyderabad.html
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
I never had enough time to
open myself and dance with you,
nor could I make dahlias and sunflowers shimmer in the reflection of the light
while you danced in circles
without me.
--
I can't wait to see what 22 has in store for you.
--
I just don't want you to think that I'm ready for anything.
Words and green jeans of
the hazel-stained dream scene
showed me a passion for humanity,
but love is just warped titanium,
and minimizes intimacy for polyandry.
You told me this was not your plan,
but
you drank and
drank
and you grabbed me inside out, knuckles tied to insecurities so tightly that bruises turned black and blue into a hue of comfort and confidence and everything that I needed.
You were the answer. You were my anchor. You were the alternative to the smoking gun and everything that I've lost a drive to attend to over the years.
I will always remember the smell of smoke,
your sweaters forged from low-hanging clouds,
and the seemingly fully-shadowed tunnels in my organs that you accessed and lit up like a sun longing to burn forever.
on another hand,
with my shoulders squared,
winter will not freeze my spirit
enough where I will believe in you.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I truly sincerely apologize
My dearest southern friends
Our light here shines quite pale
Most the things they'er showing us on the News
Minimizes your living hell
This maybe my attempt to try and flush
My weary restless mind
Haunted by all I've seen
Down this crazy ******* line
This is a dangerous world
We gets caught up in our fears
But my arms are open wide
If you ever make it here!
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
Over the years I've noticed that I feel differently about life than most people.
I've noticed the way I look at the stars just before midnight when they seem to shine the brightest, with a desire in my heart to know what it's like to be up there.
My entire perception of the world is shaped completely around curiosity, a curiosity to know the completeness of things that exist within a vast emptiness.
Like space; I desire to know what it is like to flow through space, live in space, be a part of space. Maybe like being the moon, living calmly alone in the darkness, lonely and unbothered.
Or perhaps maybe a star, surrounded by nothing. There is a certain beauty in nothing. I find there is a peace in nothing. I desire to know what it is like to live within nothing, to be nothing.
Most people, I'd believe, look up at the sky in an amazement, almost an awe, for what they can see only as a beauty to the eye, and nothing more.
I look up at the sky, however, with a longing in my heart, feeling separated from where I truly belong.
I have began to realize the meaning behind my admiration and utter jealousy of the universe comes from the truth that I feel I am meant to be above the secluding, limiting, unbearableness we call the world. That living within it I feel subject to only a small portion of everything, everything but nothing.
I feel living upon this world minimizes my true worth, my true meaning in the universe. Where life upon nothing, within nothing, is impossible. But a life of nothing, is truly the life for me.
Not only do I see hundreds of stars with just one glance upon the night sky, I see a home, somewhere where I can just be, my home.
A home that has been formed from the comfortableness I find within myself. Each star and each comet, the beauty marks upon my face, my imperfections- they are symbolic of the bright dullness I find in being alone, completely alone.
I have come to know the reason why I am so attached to the vast, empty universe composed of nothing, surrounded by nothing, filled with nothing, and only nothing. The universe is the sole recluse of who I am, what I am.
When I see it, I see myself; a clear mirror exists between the universe and I, along with all of the vast emptiness and nothing, surrounded by nothing, filled with nothing, and only nothing that's been used to create me.
That mirror a wall, with no real barrier, yet preventing me from surpassing the life I live- one yearning to touch my other face, my true face, made entirely of the beauty I find true peace within, the beauty of nothing, and only nothing, the nothing that's been used to create me.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC