Deleted54170User Posted October 29, 2009 Author Share Posted October 29, 2009 I would like to leave you a picture of me here. As I try to do it, a deathlike shroud keeps drawing closed the curtain on my play of words blocking my thought somehow. After typing a hundred meaningless sentences I find these words are going to be all I have I can give you. I will post again when I can be clear, but there seems to be a brain function dieing from pain right now and I need to find out what is causing it so I can get my focus back again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deleted54170User Posted October 29, 2009 Author Share Posted October 29, 2009 I found an answer to my riddle that sense seemed has clarity in them. I am afraid to ask, for I do not feel sure I can in anyway, and yet still I feel the need to say, "How can I help?" Be it within my humble means I would like to be able to. It seems I have found myself to write all forms of trying signs to fuel that and ignite it in others. I did these word in pain and sorrow which finally grew to be what was. I had a gum infection which needed tending but I could not find it for I have a tolerance for pain that is unbending. Now I can I get on with the game of which I thought gave me pleasure. But I am confused with all else, except for what these words I type, "How can I help?" If posting in friendly, comical, or poetic talk is no more then I have I would be bad to pretend I can help in any other way. So, as I feel the pain subside in my mouth and my mind goes back into the comfortable sensible glide I feel I at least need to say, can I help. No drugs have I or have I taken to find these glorious words. That is all I ever wanted to do. Somehow the times have taught me to be shy of anyone I met as it seemed they wanted to help them self to, to what I had thought was for me and me alone. So I'll be true to post here as much fun as I can and boast here about myself if a friend is all you seek. Otherwise I will surmise that I will have to go away. For fear someone will bring a gun and rob me of me words some day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skotte Posted October 29, 2009 Share Posted October 29, 2009 It is all well & good that you seek to help others Pagafyr, but it sounds as though you're the one who needs it medically speaking. And I do know the feeling of wanting to reach out yet fearing the consequences. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted October 29, 2009 Share Posted October 29, 2009 Pagafyr, you may be aware that my garden is open to guests once more. I hereby invite you to share one of your eloquent and verbose poems with us there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deleted54170User Posted October 29, 2009 Author Share Posted October 29, 2009 Pagafyr, you may be aware that my garden is open to guests once more. I hereby invite you to share one of your eloquent and verbose poems with us there. Sure thing...As soon as I get my noggin working without the painful little critters playing the brains cells like a huge stringed instrument I would be glad too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deleted54170User Posted October 29, 2009 Author Share Posted October 29, 2009 It is all well & good that you seek to help others Pagafyr, but it sounds as though you're the one who needs it medically speaking. And I do know the feeling of wanting to reach out yet fearing the consequences. Your words are comforting. Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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