Ashley Posted May 6, 2010 Share Posted May 6, 2010 OCD-UK would like to hear from those of you that are affected by OCD who have a poetic bent and would like to share with us in a poem how their OCD makes them actually ‘feel’. What does your OCD feel like? The poem could be emotional, sad, witty or in whatever mood you would like to express yourself about your own particular OCD. Poetry can be a very successful medium of expression about subjects that may be difficult to portray in other formats. It can throw a light, strike a chord or suddenly depict in words what we all may be experiencing in our heads. This is a an opportunity for those of you who find poetry compelling to let us know the emotions that are within you regarding your OCD. The poems can be in any format – epics and Saxon Rhunes excluded! – and can be entered anonymously if you prefer. We also hope to use some of your poems within our OCD training to try and show to health professionals just how OCD makes us feel, to try and offer a unique insight that is not found within text books. We will also publish some of the entries on our website in due course, and within our quarterly magazine and other literature. We are also hoping to perhaps use these illuminating poems to collate a book of poems to highlight what it can be like to have OCD. This book would be very beneficial in terms of showing the uninitiated what OCD actually feels like as well as a useful tool in training to give potential therapists or volunteer helpers who don’t suffer from the condition a first hand insight into how OCD can affect someone’s state of mind. You never know, this may be your chance to bring your poetic talent out from behind that bushel. It may also help others to see that they are not alone and are going through the same trials and tribulations that OCD can cause but who find it hard to translate their feelings into words. This is not a competition as such, but all published entries will receive a copy of the publication their poem appears in. Please send your poems to office@ocduk.org and feel free to post within this thread. If you do post your poem on this thread, please be sure to also email a copy to us. If you are under 16 please also state your age. By the submission of a poem it is understood that OCD-UK will be able to use the poem as we think fit, however, poems can be submitted anonymously or with name attached. Link to comment
Guest Hebrides Posted May 6, 2010 Share Posted May 6, 2010 OCD-UK would like to hear from those of you that are affected by OCD who have a poetic bent and would like to share with us in a poem how their OCD makes them actually ‘feel’. What does your OCD feel like? Tortured and twisted by my own vicious mind, Bullied, enlisted, throughout all of time, Into terror, resistance, and fear of the dark, In grim persistence I snarl and I bark, Warding off fear with more of the same, A pawn, unrelated, in some pointless game, Running from shadows and clutching at straws, Awaiting the gallows in a room without doors Link to comment
Guest haloreach Posted May 6, 2010 Share Posted May 6, 2010 i often wonder why i am in fear when i could drink a cold beer but the beer will give me shakes but these thoughts are rather fakes in the unwanted ego of the OCD i know its not truely the real Me but i will get better in time for this disease to disappear and i'm gonna shine into the face of the fear to make myself thats the disease is mine (control) Link to comment
Guest Gettingbetter Posted May 7, 2010 Share Posted May 7, 2010 Good, but there needs to be the ..........to have the emphasis on the poem ODC ........ what a curse Link to comment
Guest Gettingbetter Posted May 7, 2010 Share Posted May 7, 2010 Apologies OCD ....... what a curse Link to comment
Guest PolytheneBoy Posted May 7, 2010 Share Posted May 7, 2010 are we allowed to submit more than one poem? when is the closing date for this? Link to comment
Ashley Posted May 7, 2010 Author Share Posted May 7, 2010 are we allowed to submit more than one poem? when is the closing date for this? Thanks for your interest, and to all those that have sent in some poems and stories so far. No deadline as such PB, it can be ongoing for a few months, until the end of the year and if you have more than one masterpiece to describe your OCD please do send them in Link to comment
Guest noname Posted May 8, 2010 Share Posted May 8, 2010 what a nice idea! But does it have to be good? Cause well, I'm not a poet haha But should I send in my poem anyway? And is there any limit for how long it can be? Link to comment
Ashley Posted May 8, 2010 Author Share Posted May 8, 2010 what a nice idea! But does it have to be good? Cause well, I'm not a poet haha But should I send in my poem anyway? And is there any limit for how long it can be? Of course you can take part, Honestly, we are not looking for brilliant rhyming poetry, although, that be great lol, but we just want people to get involved and give it a go, and hopefully it will be something you find helpful for yourself, and enjoyable too. Link to comment
Guest helpseeker Posted May 9, 2010 Share Posted May 9, 2010 (edited) OCD feels like a devil on my shoulder Used to have it when it i was younger,but didnt know until now I'm much older stopping me from moving like a road blocking bolder saying bad things to me, to make me avoid being free stinging me like a bee, twisting everything that I see I cant think of anythng else, its damaging my health the way to slap this de-mon, is blow it up with a smart bomb gain knowledge about it and maybe confide in someone just let it talk rubbish while with what you are doing you carry on sooner or later itl get bored and by the blink of the eye gone and even if it comes back, youll know its just a silly prat reassurance,compulsions and obsessing about it will welcome it back , so with what you are doing ,just just carry on im trying to beat it doing this,its not always easy but its better than feeling trapped...yeah yeah blah blah blah yakitty yak..Oh OCD shut your trap!! Edited May 9, 2010 by helpseeker Link to comment
Guest noname Posted May 10, 2010 Share Posted May 10, 2010 okay, so I had a thought... what if all of us here on the site (everyone who wants) would make a poem together? Each of us could come with our own expiriences. Ofcourse people would send in their own too, but I just thought that maybe it would be cool to have one like that too in books and stuff. Well, just a suggestion. Does anyone think it's a good idea? Link to comment
Guest Deanna Louise Posted May 12, 2010 Share Posted May 12, 2010 This poem is about a dream I had, OCD was a person chasing after me and I could see how it was tearing me apart, the day after was when I finally got help. Lying in a pool of my own blood, give me a reason to keep on living, No regrets, But I'll never truely forget, I'll never really give in, Sheets stained dark, dark red, why did you bring me here? Curtains printed by bloody hands, you cn almost taste her fear, Door handles dripping with your revenge, pain coloured black falls to the floor, She can barely breath, barely live, yet she's asking you for more. I chase her shadow, but can't catch up, she's running away from me, She's in trouble and she knows, she has to open her eyes to see, You jump out and grab her wrists, It all seems so déjávu, I realise, you rip her up, the same way you tore me in two. The pain, the blood, her struggle and death, It's all the same, She's not the same as me, I am her, It is so proclaimed, She hits me with all she has; I break into glass pieces, like a mirror, She's broken me, She's broken herself, The blood starts to run much clearer. Link to comment
Guest LadyMacbeth Posted May 16, 2010 Share Posted May 16, 2010 wash, tap, scrub, wash, tap, scrub, wash, tap, scrub, ****. basic but honest, i could do better but its 3am Link to comment
Caramoole Posted May 16, 2010 Share Posted May 16, 2010 3am or not......simple.... but effective Has anyone trawled our existing Poetry Thread...there's some good stuff in there Caramoole Link to comment
Guest noname Posted May 16, 2010 Share Posted May 16, 2010 It starts like a little thought but then it gets caught Anyone would know it isn’t true but for me it sticks like superglue I really thought that I could make it through but it just grew and grew now everything feels contaminated and I’d rather just be dead My brain won’t shut up “it’s just a mental hiccup” I tell myself again and again I’m starting to feel insane and I don’t have anyone but myself to blame I’m hurting everyone around me but I don’t agree I’ll never get through this I just keep falling down the abyss I can’t find a way out and all I want to do is shout but I smile and say “I’m fine” please just give me a sign No one really understands me and I can’t see how I’m ever going to get through this darkness when all I ever do is obsess ---------------- haha, sorry for the sucky (and long) poem Link to comment
Guest xxBistoJoexx Posted May 18, 2010 Share Posted May 18, 2010 There was a young girl...(thats me!) Who suffered with O..C..D.. Her head turned to mush Till she gave it the push And now she's anxiety free!! :lol: Link to comment
Guest sammy Posted May 23, 2010 Share Posted May 23, 2010 As my eyes open at the break of the day The shadow descends into my mind Chasing me like some persecuted soul Every waking hour consumed by anxiety and torment What if? What is that dirt? Avoidance An endless battle with the shadow Avoid. Confront. Challenge Yes challenge, I can do it The battle commences, I am winning but not for long The anxiety accelerates, the ritual commences The frustration exceeds, mingled with relief as the ritual is completed But not for long as the shadow has once again won the battle I am left with despair, anger and misery until sleep allows amnesty Until the next time! Link to comment
Guest littlered Posted May 25, 2010 Share Posted May 25, 2010 I wrote this in 2004, so it's not very good, but it's real and I suppose that's the main thing I'm scared I'm scared all the time Sometimes I want to scream out But mostly I hide and cry I want to do something To make this anxiety go away Bite my hands, dig my nails in Anything to feel a different kind of pain I'd like to think I was carefree But no matter how much fun I try to have There's always this worry That it will never last I scared to lose people I feel heartache like it's already happened But it hasn't thankfully My OCD just made me imagine Mind racing back and forwards I can barely catch my breath Coughing and choking Living with constant fear of death I can never escape it And I always have to lie I feel all kinds of pain And I don't understand why? I look around at everyday people No-one is as afraid as me Everyone just lives their life No one dreads absolute horrors daily So why am I so special? Or should I say cursed? Why do I worry about everything? My emotions fit to burst My OCD is a butterfly Fluttering inside me I wish that I could grab a net And set the damn thing free So the worry would be gone And I can finally be the real me Get out of this 15 year rut FINALLY! Link to comment
Guest littlered Posted May 25, 2010 Share Posted May 25, 2010 I just wrote another now, I felt inspired ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I often wonder, How many hours I waste a day Stressing myself out Checking everything is ok I notice each window And whether it's open or closed I need to check the oven Is not about to explode I stare at my straightners And hold them to prove their cold But my mind is never convinced My mind is never sold I have to check each tap Has not sprung a leak And that every plug is off I must be some kind of freak I have to check the door is locked But i'm convinced the handle is a liar I'm petrified of being burgled Scared to death I'll case a fire I have to check my car is shut And the handbrake is definately on I think I've taken 30 minutes to leave my house I know that that is wrong I don't know how to stop Keeping things in line And checking all known dangers The responsibilty is mine I count things to make odd numbers I'm always saying prayers But it's a secret you see Everyone else is unaware The OCD is in my head It's its worst when I'm in bed I know I'm being misled There's so many things I've only ever said To the silence Link to comment
Guest littlered Posted May 25, 2010 Share Posted May 25, 2010 Tortured and twisted by my own vicious mind, Bullied, enlisted, throughout all of time, Into terror, resistance, and fear of the dark, In grim persistence I snarl and I bark, Warding off fear with more of the same, A pawn, unrelated, in some pointless game, Running from shadows and clutching at straws, Awaiting the gallows in a room without doors This poem is amazing! Link to comment
Guest littlered Posted May 25, 2010 Share Posted May 25, 2010 okay, so I had a thought... what if all of us here on the site (everyone who wants) would make a poem together? Each of us could come with our own expiriences. Ofcourse people would send in their own too, but I just thought that maybe it would be cool to have one like that too in books and stuff. Well, just a suggestion. Does anyone think it's a good idea? Sounds like a good idea. I don't know if you've ever played a game where someone starts a story with a sentence or (in terms of our poetry, a rhyming couplet) and then the next person adds their verse and so on, until you have one long story/poem jumbled up with all different feelings and emotions. The poem itself would actually properly reprisent the troubled mind of an OCD sufferer quite well I'd think as it wouldn't necessarily be greatly coherant, but thats how I feel about the feeling I have with OCD anyway Link to comment
Ashley Posted May 30, 2010 Author Share Posted May 30, 2010 Thank you for all your poem's, we have had some fantastic submissions, keep them coming. I will try and find a way to display them all when I can. Link to comment
Guest Harri Posted June 11, 2010 Share Posted June 11, 2010 The Prophet. A prophet once told me some horrible things, I'd be left all alone, i'd lose all my rings. I'd cause people hurt, pain and dispair, that no-one would love me, no-one would care. That my hands were all dirty, my house was a mess, I looked like a monster however i dressed. My life had no meaning, no where to head, I would be evil, a devil instead. I'd never be good enough, i'd never be right, i'd always see darkness and never the light. I'd do the most unspeakable acts, i'd be rubbish at all thing, never know any facts. I'd just seem real stupid and simple and thick, and i could never eat dinner without being sick. I would be shameful and lonely and never be free, so who was this prophet? the prophet was me. Link to comment
whitebeam Posted June 14, 2010 Share Posted June 14, 2010 (edited) Hi Harri, This is a really good poem. It encompasses so many aspects of OCD. I think people who don't know about OCD will be able to get a feeling of how it can be. Take care :hug: whitebeam Edited June 14, 2010 by whitebeam Link to comment
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