"proces" poems - Hello Poetry

it has been over two years and i am proud of my growth. my main focus this year is to finish my grieving so that i may continue my life in an efficient manner. the process of grieving is commonly known as, but not limited to: denial anger bargaining depression acceptance my denial proces: many times the easiest way to get over trauma is to repress it. i was 15 when i was ra ped. legal age of consent is 16. he was 18. i was naive, and could not imagine the man i loved doing that to me. i believed that it was an accident and neither of us knew what was right or wrong. I had assumed that because i had previously given him my body, he was able to ignore my pleads to stop this time. i blamed myself more than i blamed him, and he blamed me. i had been so infatuated with him that i had pushed away the people who cared most about me. when i told them about being ***** our bond was already so far gone that they could not feel anything more than pitty. i was terrified of losing him, so i convinced us both it was an accident. ra pe is no accident. through denial became anger: i became genuinely angry for the first time in my life. i was angry at him for being somebody that i had trusted and loved. angry that i had let this happen to myself. angry that i had no strength nor respect to stand up for myself. if i had told him to stop one more time he would have. i understand now that i should not have had to say no more than once. i was angry because i let myself down, but I’m more angry that i could not blame him. being angry was the easiest part of grieving. it is okay to he angry. bargaining is a toxic healing method: i became really good at bargaining with myself. after he was gone i had begun to understand my emotions, but i could not control them. my fear of more being taken from me fed my overcompensation. i began to give my body away, so that it could not be taken. it was an unhealthy coping mechanism. my body is not meant to be given nor taken. depression hit hard: i began to reflect on all of the points in my life that had lead me to this one. i became close to restarting the grieving process. i spent a long portion of the depression stage in denial. then i was angry that i had backtracked to the beginning. i had more meaningless se x that i now regret more than anything. i saw how good his life had been going and how poorly mine was. it was obvious that i needed help. acceptance: this entire passage was my process to acceptance. i reached out to my therapist. i made new friends. i stopped wallowing in self pity and i began to recover. i stopped begging to forget my flaws and began to forgive them.

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Jan 4, 2019

Jan 4, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC

mildew

new years resolution

it has been over two years and i am proud of my growth. my main focus this year is to finish my grieving so that i may continue my life in an efficient manner. the process of grieving is commonly known as, but not limited to: denial anger bargaining depression acceptance my denial proces: many times the easiest way to get over trauma is to repress it. i was 15 when i was ra ped. legal age of consent is 16. he was 18. i was naive, and could not imagine the man i loved doing that to me. i believed that it was an accident and neither of us knew what was right or wrong. I had assumed that because i had previously given him my body, he was able to ignore my pleads to stop this time. i blamed myself more than i blamed him, and he blamed me. i had been so infatuated with him that i had pushed away the people who cared most about me. when i told them about being ***** our bond was already so far gone that they could not feel anything more than pitty. i was terrified of losing him, so i convinced us both it was an accident. ra pe is no accident. through denial became anger: i became genuinely angry for the first time in my life. i was angry at him for being somebody that i had trusted and loved. angry that i had let this happen to myself. angry that i had no strength nor respect to stand up for myself. if i had told him to stop one more time he would have. i understand now that i should not have had to say no more than once. i was angry because i let myself down, but I’m more angry that i could not blame him. being angry was the easiest part of grieving. it is okay to he angry. bargaining is a toxic healing method: i became really good at bargaining with myself. after he was gone i had begun to understand my emotions, but i could not control them. my fear of more being taken from me fed my overcompensation. i began to give my body away, so that it could not be taken. it was an unhealthy coping mechanism. my body is not meant to be given nor taken. depression hit hard: i began to reflect on all of the points in my life that had lead me to this one. i became close to restarting the grieving process. i spent a long portion of the depression stage in denial. then i was angry that i had backtracked to the beginning. i had more meaningless se x that i now regret more than anything. i saw how good his life had been going and how poorly mine was. it was obvious that i needed help. acceptance: this entire passage was my process to acceptance. i reached out to my therapist. i made new friends. i stopped wallowing in self pity and i began to recover. i stopped begging to forget my flaws and began to forgive them.

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We pour out our hearts in our work We ask for corective critic Not a boastful **** We give so much information about who we are Sometimes the subjects are too sensitive by far The writer may have a hard time being objective yet we want the reader to be subjected Can you see through the poet Eyes the reason for the vivid imagery wise I benefit from knowing your age it assists my thought proces, as a gauge Every ten years a person changes 100% Birth to ten, it is easy to see Ten to twenty, the mindset invincibility I am six years into my fifth life lived, loved, am a mother and wife, happiness, anger, and Strife The more we know about the poet Helps us understands the poem as we know it As we get older we realize how little we know understanding there's so much more room to grow So please fill out your bio age and all the information you want to share so we can review your poem with competent care

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Oct 15, 2017

Oct 15, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC

cj-sutherland

Can you fill out your bio please

We pour out our hearts in our work We ask for corective critic Not a boastful **** We give so much information about who we are Sometimes the subjects are too sensitive by far The writer may have a hard time being objective yet we want the reader to be subjected Can you see through the poet Eyes the reason for the vivid imagery wise I benefit from knowing your age it assists my thought proces, as a gauge Every ten years a person changes 100% Birth to ten, it is easy to see Ten to twenty, the mindset invincibility I am six years into my fifth life lived, loved, am a mother and wife, happiness, anger, and Strife The more we know about the poet Helps us understands the poem as we know it As we get older we realize how little we know understanding there's so much more room to grow So please fill out your bio age and all the information you want to share so we can review your poem with competent care

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Det nytter alligevel ikke noget At vride den sidste væde ud. Lige meget hvor meget man gennembanker og forvrider Vil der altid forblive et fugtigt spor Tiden vil tørre Men nutiden er for vandet Til at kunne se den rigtige farve som blev forvrænget af tumulten. Tørt og godt i en stund Før man igen med jævne mellemrum Gentager den samme rituallignende proces Som vasketøj der ikke vil tørre.

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC

najaquist

Gråd

Det nytter alligevel ikke noget At vride den sidste væde ud. Lige meget hvor meget man gennembanker og forvrider Vil der altid forblive et fugtigt spor Tiden vil tørre Men nutiden er for vandet Til at kunne se den rigtige farve som blev forvrænget af tumulten. Tørt og godt i en stund Før man igen med jævne mellemrum Gentager den samme rituallignende proces Som vasketøj der ikke vil tørre.

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Whether it was his words or the cold flake of wind, sent to make a chill his spine descend. His mind got divided in two different worlds. As bumps arose upon his skin he took the time to let the view in. He looked too closely, too refined in a way that every difference properly aligned. Two friends in pink and red rehearsed what they had read before he even had discovered how this image of perfection frantically hovered so far from his yawn and written cursed. The cold did not emerge at once. The breath he throws is visible and harmful though the proces slows.

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC

Daan

Lies

Whether it was his words or the cold flake of wind, sent to make a chill his spine descend. His mind got divided in two different worlds. As bumps arose upon his skin he took the time to let the view in. He looked too closely, too refined in a way that every difference properly aligned. Two friends in pink and red rehearsed what they had read before he even had discovered how this image of perfection frantically hovered so far from his yawn and written cursed. The cold did not emerge at once. The breath he throws is visible and harmful though the proces slows.

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