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This is the Couch. Anything you wanna say you can come in here and email me. I'm not a licensed psychologist (but i am starting school to study to be one) but I will be glad to lend an ear. I have already lent an ear to several people. Some I knew, some were'nt even in this state. Down below are some poems. If you have any poems feel free to write them in. I might even put em up on the site. (Also, There are a few poems that I was unable to place on this site. For copies of those and/or copies of these poems, equipped WITH PICTURES, please email me)

 
The patron saint of those with mental stress of any kind. Night terrors, sleepwalkers, nightmares, any mental instability or illness, loss of a loved one, you get the idea, Saint Dymphna. She was the daughter of a high priest in a pagan family. Her mother died and her father had to find a replacement. No one could fill the void. He then turned to his daughter. He started making unwanted advances on his daughter. He was insane from the grief. Dymphna fled and she was later found and killed. On the spot where she was killed, people with mental illnesses have been known to be cured. Epileptics have visited the spot and never suffered another siezure their entire life. Other miracles like this happened also. Saint Dymphna..... pray for us!!!!

 

 
This one is called "I Do" and it is written by me (Joejoe)

"I'm on the phone, go away" I yell to my mother who's calling up the stairs.
I'm talking to my boyfriend so I don't really care

I met him 11 months and 3 days ago today
and that was when he asked me out to my very first date.

I'm not the most attractive girl in the world and to tell the truth, I'm kind of fat,
But he got to know me for who I am and he was able to look past that.

We have so many memories of time we've spent at each other's side
I remember the first time he kissed me, it was like I went to Heaven after I died.

I never felt this way before or had somone feel this way for me
I swear I love him and some day him and me are going to get married.

Wer'e only 16 now but I'm willing to wait the few years
because when he is away from me I miss him so much that I start to get tears.

I can't concentrate on school, my grades have started to fall
because all I can think about is the dates and the moments and the joy of it all.

Our first date was magic, we went to the fair
And we went on the ferris wheel and we sure were scared up there.

I'm scared of high places but I didn't tell him that because he thought it'd be nice
but when we got up to the top, I found out he was also, scared of heights.

Through our fear we calmed each other down and managed not to get dizzy and hurl
and he leaned over and kissed me. Even though it was just the top of the ferris wheel, it felt like the top of the world.

We went to his family's cottage later that summer in July
and that night we went out onto the sandy beach and laid under the moon in the sky.

The dark night lit up by the moon and the stars
and the waves splashing up against the sand-bars.

I leaned on him and he told me he loved me
I had an urge that night to be as close as I can be.

I love this person and he is in love with me. I absolutely know it.
I wanted to be as close to him so I can actually show it.

Even though we were in public, there was nobody around
so that night, under the moon, we showed our love rite there on the ground.

I had no fear, shyness, or anything else that was bothering me,
I showed him every ugly thing about me and all he could say was he loved me.

He looked past that and I never thought anyone would.
I always thought I'd be the alone bacholerette crazy-cat-lady of the neighborhood

Parting with him hurt when the school year got started.
I go to an all girl school that he could not attend so I was a little broken hearted.

I got my homework done late at night because I had reservations on the weekend
for me and my guy to paint the town red.

I thought about him constantly I always wanted him near
Until the day he called me up and said "I'm at the park, come here."

I got there and he sat me down on our favorite bench-swing
and then he got a sad look on his face and said "ya see there's this thing."

He said he joined this co-ed basketball team
and he said there's this girl there and her name was Maureen.

He said she's been talking to him every day this month
she said that she's in love with him and she goes out of her way so much

to show him that she thinks that he is truly something great,
I started to get REALLY scared, like I was going to suffocate.

I asked him what she looked like, was she prettier than me.
His response was "well,,, anyways." That was enough for me.

I started to cry hysterically and asked what this would turn out to be
he said "I don't know but just in case I'd like you to spend the night in our spot, under the bridge, with me."

The next day before we left each other to go home and get ready for school,
he handed me a letter that basically said that I'm this world's biggest fool.

It said he didn't want to hurt me but I'm just not all that pretty and maybe I can be happy with somone who is.
No matter what he said now, I know the pain that I had just been handed was mine and mine alone. Not at all his.

The fact that everything was over and I was now alone,
was like a knife in my heart and cancer in my bones.

I pulled out one of my cigarettes and started to puff
but the pain kept coming, the nicotine wasn't strong enough.

He hugged me and gave me a little kiss one last time and said goodbye
and when he started to walk away, I fell to my knees and felt like I was going to die.

I went home to get yelled at for staying out all night.
When I walked in the door, I was in no mood for a fight.

I had to be a woman about this and had to take what I had coming
but as i approached my block I thought about saying "heck with it" and running.

I walked in the door with tears all over my face
What was I going to do now. Alone in this place.

He was my reason for getting up every morning and made me look forward to my life
now he's out hugging and kissing on some pretty girl who's gonna be his wife.

My hand starts shaking as the pain becomes too much for my heart
As I turn the knob slowly and I hang my head low, I can hear the yelling start.

"Where were you all night" I hear my dad scream.
"We've been worried sick" My mom says to me.

"She was probably out with that loser Anthony again. She has no morals, she was probably out running all over town".

That was the straw the broke the camel's back. I passed out, from the emotional pain, right there on the ground.

When I came to, I explained the situation to them and they start to understand
My dad sees me in pain, lying on the floor so he extends his hand.

He gives me a hug and tells me everything will be OK
and he says "Why not stay home and rest, call in to school today".

"If you need anything, I'll come home. The number is on speed dial under ' Family accountants Johnston and Berk'". That's what my mom said before she had to go to work

I stayed home pondering and thinking to myself "How can I go on without my Tony-kins"
Then I think and I open up the cabinet and see all the medicine.

Those pills like nyquil and vicodin would end the pain that I got ,
I can't do that to my parents. They love me a lot.

I tell my mom my thoughts when she comes home from working all day.
She calls up a doctor and has me talk to her and tell her how I feel. I have a lot to say.

"I loved him and I'll never see him again. No more hugs and no more fun. No more thinking that he's the one"

"No more counting on him when I had a bad day to cheer me up, no more looking into his eyes when he acts like a dork and telling him to grow up"

"I thought he loved me just the same, I could tell when he'd call my name.

I was such an idiot and I was so blind I can't believe i didn't see any warning signs."

"I don't have any siblings or friends that I can turn to

and my parents are always busy. What should I do?"

Those are all things I say to the psychologist in my sessions and on the phone, She responds by showing me that I am not all alone.

She cares about me and she does'nt even know me, I must really be worth something. A stranger wants to help me

I did it for a year and I feel a lot better than I did :)
Even though I'm only 18 now, I feel like I am a woman. I'm no longer a kid.

I have looked the devil in the eyes and told him "I'm not for sale"
and with the grace of God, I am here and I made it through the black hail.

There is even a boy I met in my computer club at school
he tried asking me out and I'm thinkin "cool!!"

This guy may not be good looking but he's got a heart of gold
we have the same interests and even the same goals.

A few years later, I'm walking down the aisle like I never thought I'd get to
and as I look at him all dolled up, I'm madly in love and I say "I do"!

Dusk to Dawn (submitted (unknowingly) by morgan)

My life is naught but endless pain,

I see cloudy skies and endless rain

 

above my head, and in my eyes,

tears like raindrops in the sky.

 

Dawn to dusk and dusk to night,

it matters not, there is no light

 

in my heart, only sadness

and a wish to flee from all this madness.

 

I close my eyes and drift to sleep,

no longer shall I continue to weep.

 

A beautiful world is bestowed unto me,

with sunny skies stretching endlessly...

 

This gorgeous world gives me all of

what I desire, joy and love.

 

So happy am I to make my escape

and find somewhere to feel safe.

 

Dusk to night and night to dawn,

the time has come in the early morn.

 

But must I leave this peaceful place?

It means that darkness I again must face...

 

Once again, eternal sadness,

and once more, eternal madness.

 

And my only ray of heaven's light,

is when dawn turns to dusk and dusk to night
Slow Dance (written by a 6 year old, terminally ill, cancer patient)


Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Do you run through each day On the fly?
When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores Running through your head?

You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast.
Time is short. The music won't last.

Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, Not see her sorrow?

Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time To call and say,"Hi"

You'd better slow down.Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

 

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.

Life is not a race. Do take it slower
Hear the music Before the song is over.

 
Angel of the Night (written by Me. joejoe)

I see the clock strike 2. Not 2 in the afternoon.

I lay here in the bed. I cannot sleep.

Maybe it's because the coffee I had. myabe it's the stress of the day.

Work was crazy. The stupid workers on the line don't know their foot from their elbow.

It's not brain surgery. Part A goes sideways. Not straight.

Injustice because

I get in trouble for their incompetence.

I'm done now. That's left for another day.

Maybe I can't sleep because of the news.

I didn't vote for that clown.

Why did he win the election.

Bittersweet.

Glad it's only a 4 year system.

Maybe I can't sleep because of the kids.

Failure as a parent.

That good for nothing kid is always getting into some kind of trouble.

All school year he flunked the classes.

As soon as summer hits, he gets nabbed by the cops for unlawful entry and posession.

And his sister is coming along nicely too.

I go out to her car and what do I find? It hurts to think about.

I just better not see that no good boyfriend of hers around anytime soon unless he wants to marry her.

Maybe I can't sleep because of the wife.

She constantly nags me.

Why did'nt I take out the garbage? Why didn't I vacuum? Why did'nt I clean the bathroom floor?

Because I didn't want to you old stick in the mud!

I'd love to tell her off!

Fed up

The Jehovah Witnesses keep knockin on my door.

I believe in the Lord but what is the purpose of church.

I can pray anywhere I want to anytime I want to.

God will not turn a deaf ear to me if I need help.

No matter what day of the week it is.

The first day of the week is Sunday. The last is Saturday.

The Sabbath Day is originally Saturday. Look it up.

Frustration.

My keys.

I locked my keys in the car at work.

I had to call onstar.

Those people there over complicate it.

Hello Mr. Gershonowicz how may I assist you this afternoon. "

They should just say "hey. what's goin on".

Embarrasment

I'm an idiot. I did'nt even think of On-star until I tried to get the car open myself.

I set the alarm off.

Humiliation.

The cops came over to me and placed me in cuffs.

I told them it was my car. They ran the plate number.

It did'nt come back stolen. I wonder why.

No apologies from them.

Anger.

My life is falling apart. Nothing is good.

Total cluelessness.

My house.

That fire put us way over budget.

My no good kid was smoking in his bedroom and he set the place on fire.

I told that rotten kid umpteen times.

My kids keep doing stupid stuff.

My wife says she loves me

My kids gave me an updated World Book Encyclopedia set for Father's Day

My workers all call me by my first name.

I know it's all a sham.

They only do it because they have to.

They are generous but they don't like me.

I'm a bad parent.

I'm a bad husband.

I'm a bad boss.

I hate my life.

I can't sleep.

Not caring any more

I'm going for a walk.

Open the door.

It's not hot like it is in the middle of the day.

Look at how nice the stars and the moon are.

Admiration.

Listen to the silence.

Look at the fireflies.

Smell the fresh summer air.

Noticing small things.

Look at the way the leaves and the buds fall on the ground. They lie there.

Look at all the street lights.

Comical

The Tedeskis have had their Christmas lights up since November

At peace with God and nature

I say a prayer.

Lord, please help me straighten out this life and help me be happy with it. Amen.

I think I'll have a cigar.

What is that in the sky?

Bewilderment

There have been U.F.O. sightings lately.

It can't be.

That almost looks like a person.

It's gone.

Oh well. I'm not going to worry about.

I'm having a very nice walk.

At peace

I have my cell phone. I could check my stocks.

Nah! I get enough of that stuff as it is.

Here comes somebody.

He's pushing his belongings in a shopping cart.

I am wearing my pajamas.

If he tries to rob me I'm going to tell him I escaped from the mental ward.

Fear

He's talking to me.

"Hey, Jack. What's a guy like you doin out here huh?"

Nervous

"Oh I just could'nt sleep so I'm going for a walk"

Scared

Please don't hurt me.

"I bet I know what you're thinking. You're probably thinking 'Man what is this weird lookin guy doin out here at friggin 2:15 in the mornin. I hope he doesn't mug me or nuthin"

"No. Whatever gave you that idea?"

"Hey buddy, Gus is the name and don't worry about me. I'm as gentle as a lamb."

Nervous but calming down a little

"Hey Gus can I ask you a question"?

"Shoot"

"What makes you so happy that you're out here at almost 2:30 in the morning smiling and having a grand old time. Don't you have a home or anything to go to?"

"Hahaha. The world is my oyster buddy. That's funny. I love this. When all you rich people call it a night, that's when I just get started. Every night I come out here and just walk around. It's not real hot like during the day and I don't have people lookin down on me all day long. Cops bug me sometimes but hey, once they figure out that I aint done nothin, they leave me alone. I'm a free spirit. I do what I want when I want. I go wherever I want. No house tying me down. I feel sorry for you rich people sometimes. Mortgages to pay, car payments to make, kids to feed and worry about, a wife to keep happy, a boss to keep satisfied. No sir no thank you. I love it out here. My only problem is food. Then I just go outside the baseball field and play myself a little harmonica outside the building. I get all kinds of donations and I usually go to wendy's. They got some chili that you could just die for."

"You honestly don't mind not having a place to go home to? Or a wife to talk to when you've had a hard day? Or kids to make you proud? Or a fulfilling job that makes you sit back at the end of the day and say "that's a good day's work"?"

"Are you kiddin man? I got everything I need right here. The moon, my cart, and the whoooooooole city to myself. Hey it's been nice talkin to ya but hey Jack, my meter's running. I'm gonna go hit the lake. You should see the scenery of that place on a clear night like this. WOOO man. beautiful. It puts Michaelangelo's David to shame. I'll be seein ya. Don't work too hard huh? heh heh heh!"

What a strange man.

Comfortable

Hey where's that light coming from.

Oh it's just a car turning on the brights to see if there's anyone down here.

Where'd Gus go. There was no way he could've walked out of sight so quickly. Or even ran for that matter.

Hey, he left behind a bag.

Wonder what's in it.

Sand.

That's weird. Why would a guy like that have sand.

Oh well

Pouring into my hand.

Throw the sand in a pile onto the street.

Keep walking

Here comes a cop.

Nervous

He shines the light on me.

"Excuse me sir, step over here please"

"Yes what can I do for you, officer?"

"Is there a reason why you're out here at 2:30 in the morning walking around?"

"I just could'nt sleep so I figured I'd get some of this fresh summer air"

"Ok. Well don't stay out too late. Those cars are'nt gonna make themselves there, Mr. Gershonowicz"

I did'nt even show him my ID. Everybody knows me in this town.

Gus says he would'nt want my life.

I love my wife and my kids.

I would'nt want this all the time.

My wife says she loves me

My kids gave me an updated World Book Encyclopedia set for Father's Day

My workers all call me by my first name.

I have it pretty good.

They are'nt perfect but they are my kids. I raised them and I love them.

And she is my wife. I married her. She is my partner and soul-mate.

And I am a superviser at a GM branch. It's my job to tell people how to do something.

I do have it pretty good. I have accomplished quite a bit.

Well guess I'll start turning around and going back now.

Here's that pile of sand from where me and that Gus guy were talking.

I guess the wind blew some of the sand away.

It did'nt blow all of it away.

You can still see someof it underneath the street light.

And the sand that's left took on a shape to it.

The shape of

an angel.

Untitiled (written by ???????? unknown)

When I was a toddler, I was dying to start school.

When I was in school, I was dying to start high school.

When I was in high school, I was dying to start dating.

When I was in high school and dating, I was dying to start college.

When I was in college, I was dying to get married.

When I got married, I was dying to graduate.

When I graduated, I was dying to start working.

When I started working, I was dying to start a family.

When I started a family, I was dying for my children to grow up and move out.

When my children grew up and moved out, I was dying to retire.

Now I am retired and I am getting sicker with each passing day, and as I lay here, dying, I realize.... I forgot to live.

 

I'M SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS

THIS YEAR!!! (Written by: ????????)

I see the countless Christmas trees and the world below. With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting in the snow.

The sight is so spectacular. Please wipe away the tear, because I am spending Christmas with Jesus the Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.

For I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring, for it is beyond description to hear an angel sing.

I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place. Can you imagine spending Christmas with Jesus face-to-face?

I'll ask them to light your spirit as I tell him of your love, so pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.

Please let your heart be joyful and let your spirit sing, because I'm spending Christmas in Heaven and walking with Christ the King!

 

 

(This one is untitled and was written by "Gothicfreakaz@aol.com")

 

Life is gray

pain is black

you cant take everything back.

The short leash you hold me on

comes close to makin me storm.

Windows are full of spaces

the parking lot has empty spaces

and so does my heart

which you have torn apart