Therapeutic Plagiarism

Where are my fellow music lovers? Poets? Appreciator of words?

Do you sit and dissect writings? Feel a sense of familiarity to other’s words?

I do!

If a piece catches my intrigue I will go over the words until I am satisfied my soul was in the room when they were written.

If I form an instant personal connection to the words, subconsciously I suppose dissecting them, I more or less selfishly adopt the words as my own.

Once I find myself hanging on every word, imagining the place the words were pulled from, piecing them together like a puzzle, it is then as if I wrote them myself.

I weave them into my life’s story and the words and meanings then become my own, plagiarized and re -written.

Of course I do not literally plagiarize anyone’s work!

As someone who loves to write if one of my pieces was metaphorically dissected, plagiarized, and rewritten into someone’s life, I’d be honoured.

I hear artists often speak of the same honour, knowing they wrote a song surrounding a certain situation but it can be manipulated to mean many things to many people.

Of course I’m referring to words kept somewhat in context, nothing worse than having your words so twisted they then become controversy.

Sometimes words escape us, sometimes we feel alone with our words, reading our thoughts through someone else’s words I think is great therapy, at least for me.

I want to share a few songs that I have plagiarized into my life (I could fill a weeks’ worth or more of posts with songs I have a connection to), lyrics are my favourite form of poetry.

Starting with my favourite era, a time when I was a young girl, discovering music and myself:

True Colours by Cyndi Lauper

As long as I can remember I knew/felt I was different, I wanted to be different!
This song came out well before I formed and attachment to it but as a young teen this song reminded me that I could be a tom boy, rock short hair, love rock music, wear black, and still be someone’s friend, daughter and girlfriend/wife. That special people would one day affirm how perfect I am to them.

Some of our Canadian artists re-recorded it for an Anti-bullying campaign a few years back
you can view the video HERE

I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
so don’t be afraid to let them show
your true colors
True colors are beautiful
like a rainbow….

Next is from one of my favourite artists PINK

She had a few upbeat “love yourself” songs I loved like Stupid Girls and Don’t Let Me Get Me but it was/is Love Song that became one of my songs, at one of those times in my life.

While I did have the joy of being loved at various times in my life, I also had to overcome much heartaches, eventually a divorce and all the piled up failed relationships prior and after, some even self-inflicted.

When I met hubz I was the same petrified young girl wanting to be loved for who she was, with enough baggage to fill an airport lobby. I was so badly scarred that I doubted and questioned love, myself and others constantly, including him.

This song gave me a blueprint to find my way back to loving and being loved, I felt a kinship with her words, someone like me and my story existed, not only a sisterhood of heartache but both broken women in many ways.

When thunder rolls through my life, will you be able to weather the storm
There’s so much I would give ya baby, if I’d only let myself
There’s this wall of emotions I feel I must protect
What’s the point of this armor, if it keeps the love away too
I’d rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars….

Let’s head back a few decades now to the 90s, while most would say heavy rock then was filled with words of anger or politically incorrect lyrics, some good poetry did exist, from my point of view anyway.

For me this song invokes an epiphany, pulling myself back from the edge, conversations with myself, assisting me to overcome darkness and a disconnect, reminding me tomorrow could be a new day.

METALLICA had many songs I loved to play cranked up, but this would have to be the most memorable as far as re writing the words into my life.


So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trust in who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words, I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know…..

I can’t do a post about songs without including Matchbox 20/Rob Thomas

I’ll pick just one but here is my list
Hand Me Down
Her Diamonds
Back To Good

The one that’s travelled with me 2 decades is from when Rob had a band called Tabitha’s Secret (before MB20)
When I discovered MB20 I discovered TS & an array of poems set to music

The one called DIZZY has been a chameleon in many of my life’s situations.

Currently as an observer of the world around me as I navigate a world of health issues.

Previously feeling lonely as friends around me settled into relationships.

Feelings of despair as a new amputee, angry at that universe and scared of the world I once knew.

And this song helped me survive severe panic attacks and depression in my late 20s.

And outside, the sky is falling
People dodging raindrops, staying dry
And inside, I never gave a damn about those outside people anyway
And it hurt me, they don’t even know who I am

And inside, there’s no rainbows
And inside, I try I try I try, I try to clear my head
And outside, the rain is drying, and inside, I’m dying

‘Cause in here, I’m staring at the rings my coffee cup has made on the table
And in here, I know I know I know, that this is as good as it gets
And in time I hope to be the one that talks about the other half
Until then, I count the cracks on the wall, until it’s time to lay my head

And inside, I play with shadows
And inside, I know I know I know, that I’ll feel this way all day, all day
And outside, there’s hope for trying, and inside, I’m dying

You walk before me, lord knows I can’t follow
You walk behind me and I don’t think I can lead
You walk around me, please don’t walk around me
‘Cause you know how dizzy I get


Leaving you with some of my words, dissected in the brackets beneath the original
I wrote this recently and it had me wondering how others interpret my thoughts.

Space for lease, handyman special

Was once vibrantly occupied but now is dull and abandoned

The walls can’t speak but retain their history.
The ghosts that linger refuse to silence

The windows are cracked and the paint scuffed greatly
The mirrors still shine on sporadic occasion

The floors strong and sound but creak often
The pipes are weakened and constantly drip

Space for lease in an empty soul.

Dandelion B 2019



Space for lease, handyman special (need someone willing to accecpt my broken self and see my potential)

Was once vibrantly occupied but now is dull and abandoned (the emptiness i feel trapped in my body with chronic illness)

The walls can’t speak but retain their history. (Brain fog)
The ghosts that linger refuse to silence (memories of a healthier me)

The windows are cracked and the paint scuffed greatly (physical changes)
The mirrors still shine on sporadic occasion( my rare smile)

The floors strong and sound but creak often (my inner and physical strength)
The pipes are weakened and constantly drip ( my emotions/ tears)

Space for lease in an empty soul.

Dandelion B 2019


Self help is a great way to heal from what ale’s you, if you can find words to comfort you, lift you up, and carry you to the other side, make them yours, and keep them close!



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