Poets Corner

[Guest irritated]

I can totally relate to everything you're saying. It's so true the thoughts know exactly what they want you to do. That's what's so frustrating about ocd! Brilliant, absolute genius! :grin:

[Caramoole]

Nice poem Ooba :blushing:

Just remember you've got one key already, the key to the door of the past, lock it firmly behind you, walk away and don't look back. Then your search for a new key will become easier

[Jinky]

Thanks all of you. It really has a much deeper meaning for me, Im glad the OCD aspects stand out though, unfortunately the damn OCD just magnifies and distorts....

[Northern Star]

It's a really good poem Ooba :blushing:

[Guest Brainstrain]

Hi everyone

Having a bad afternoon so hope you don't mind I thought I'd do what other members have done and put my feelings in a poem, hope you don't mind.

They keep coming back,

These thoughts that I hide,

They make me sweat and make me cry,

And make me feel so dirty inside.

What I'd like to do is hold my head high,

Cos for everyone else, the limit is the sky,

But for me the limit is just to survive,

And get through each day being able to smile.

People say they're jealous of all I've got,

A man who loves me for all that I'm not,

But if I don't get these thoughts out of my head,

I fear he will want somebody else instead.

I feel so ashamed when these same thoughts arrive,

Attacking me from all angles, back, front and side,

But I want to be normal and for that I will strive

So that maybe one day I'll look at myself with pride.

Thank you

Brainstrain :blushing:

[Guest Beth]

Wow that's really good, especially the last two lines, they represent exactly how I feel, knowing I have a problem but not being able to stop it.

Brilliant stuff!

Beth

[Guest Tommo]

Hi Brainstain,

I thought that was brilliant, I could totally relate to it, I liked that the ending was really positive.

Nice one :blushing:

Tommo

[Hurting]

That's a very moving poem, its great.

I hope that your day got better.

Love

Gayle

xoxox

[Guest Brainstrain]

Hello!

Thanks for your replies! I wasn't expecting anything like that! I am glad you liked it.

Thankfully I just watched a funny film and feel a little bit better at the moment so fingers crossed it will last for the rest of the night, it's nearly bedtime after all!

Brainstrain :tongue:

[Guest Brainstrain]

Hi Ooba

Excellent poem, very emotional,

Thanks for sharing

Brainstrain :blushing:

[Guest flower]

brillant poem, i really love it!!

[Jinky]

Hi Brainstrain

Really touching poem, I really relate to

'People say they're jealous of all I've got,

A man who loves me for all that I'm not,

But if I don't get these thoughts out of my head,

I fear he will want somebody else instead.'

Excellent

Luv Ooba xx

[Guest Brainstrain]

Hi Brainstrain

Really touching poem, I really relate to

'People say they're jealous of all I've got,

A man who loves me for all that I'm not,

But if I don't get these thoughts out of my head,

I fear he will want somebody else instead.'

Excellent

Luv Ooba xx

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Thanks Ooba

[Guest Beth]

I know a lot of people write poems to help them, when I was younger I worte them a lot but suddenly I stopped, I don't know why. I started again last week. The first is about ocd and I wrote the second about crying, it was when I cried on Friday but stopped myself because I thought my mom would see me, when I knew she wouldn't I thought 'finallyI can cry' but the tears were gone and I hate that I lost the chance. If I can't have a release through emotion, I'll have it through poetry.

ME

I tried my hardest

Every day the same old same old

Too scared to leave

Too scared to stay

Unaware of the true damage

Everytime it gets so much worse

No one sees it

I hide the truth

The 10ft wall around me

It begins to crumble

As does my world

The realisation sets in

This is me

It’s just not me doing these things

NEED YOU

Months I wait

Longing to feel your soft touch upon this face

Waiting till I can look in a mirror

Waiting to see my reflection, accompanied by you

I miss you so much

My heart agonizes over you

My emotions can’t cope without you

I need you so much, to know you’re there

How long will I have to wait?

Until finally you turn up

I feel the touch of you glisten on my face

Yet I hold my head in disgrace

Shunning all mirrors

I’m ashamed to be seen with you

I won’t let you control my heart

I won’t let my emotions run away

I mustn’t see you, leave me be

Come back, I need you

Beth

[Caramoole]

They're very good Beth, both of them The second one in particular is very descriptive. Finding an outlet in poetry can only be helpful. It'll be good to read some more

Strange how we differ, crying just gives me headache

[Hurting]

Hiya Beth,

I love the poems, especially the second one, it is so true. I hope you post more soon.

Love

Gayle

xoxox

[Guest Beth]

I hope you post more soon.

It'll be good to read some more

You'll regret saying that, I'll end up posting every day, in fact, here's another one.

This isn’t what I wanted

Why give me this

The devil locked away inside me

The hauntings of what if

The fear of a thousand men

I can’t handle this

I need to find a cure

The courage of the unknown soldier

The strength of a cancer survivor

The bravery to kill you

You, the source of all uncertainty

The creator of my hell

The niggling doubt that ruins me

Once you are dead

I can be alive

Beth

[Guest lilyelspeth]

I hope you post more soon.

It'll be good to read some more

You'll regret saying that, I'll end up posting every day, in fact, here's another one.

This isn’t what I wanted

Why give me this

The devil locked away inside me

The hauntings of what if

The fear of a thousand men

I can’t handle this

I need to find a cure

The courage of the unknown soldier

The strength of a cancer survivor

The bravery to kill you

You, the source of all uncertainty

The creator of my hell

The niggling doubt that ruins me

Once you are dead

I can be alive

Beth

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Writing is an excellent source for therapy and us fellow writers need to stick together. Keep posting. I love them all, but this one in particular is my favorite. Oh the paradox that is OCD.

[Guest PrincessJenna]

Beth~ Your poetry is just lovely. It is nice to see other creative people out there using their gifts to get through this.

[Guest Beth]

I keep on writing poetry now it's getting a bit addictive I've gone back to how I was when I was about 12/13 when writing meant the world to me, and deep down it always has. I hope that when I write about my ocd I do other people's feelings justice, as they really represent how I feel.

Thanx for taking the time to read my poems.

Beth.

[Guest ocd13]

I was having a think just now and there seem to be so many of us on here who are creative and enjoy reading and writing poetry, that I thought wouldn't it be cool if we all did a collection of poems and published a book of our poetry to raise money for the charity.

[Guest rainbow]

I was having a think just now and there seem to be so many of us on here who are creative and enjoy reading and writing poetry, that I thought wouldn't it be cool if we all did a collection of poems and published a book of our poetry to raise money for the charity.

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Hi hun yeh think that's a fab idea!! i als see ther are lots of others who like to write poems!! and they are all very very good. It really does me alot of good writing and reading poems and the ones written on here are brill. ( can't say that about my though!!! )

well done brill!!! :grin:

love rainbow xx

[Caramoole]

I've often thought that Andrea

Perhaps we should trawl through the old posts and pull them all together

[Guest Muse_Man]

Hi everyone ,

Ive written a few poems about OCD and my feelings. Hope you enjoy them!

I don’t want to…..

I don’t to turn up late,

screw up on love dates,

not listen to my mates,

seem like I’m full of hate,

live in total shame,

feel like I’m to blame,

look insane,

upset my family,

live life unhappily,

think repetitively,

pass this through my geniality,

be rejected by society,

not tell anybody,

suffer from anxiety,

feel insecurity,

mess up my degree,

not be free,

ALL BECAUSE OF OCD!!!!

This one is not my best, but it is a attempt at poetry:

The thing known as OCD!

My emotions are red raw,

battered by the stick of insanity,

bash, bash, bash, my brain says no more,

OCD is so cruel.

For most of the time there is little control,

actions so strange you would think I am insane,

It all comes from the things I fear most, very petty I know.

One day I will get away from this thing I hate,

once I stand up to these thoughts which plague,

again and again and again…..

On top of this I feel so depressed,

many memories I want to forget and regret.

OCD has a cycle path,

tossed around, its spinning fast,

up and down and all around.

Though I must be strong, I fight so hard,

tackling its cause it wont last!

It has no right to do this to my head,

though I know that I am the one who keeps it fed.

Its really getting to me, this is so frustrating,

give back my life you uninvited thing!

The following is about my teenage years and my lack of confidence and social anxiety meeting and chatting to the opposite sex. I apologise to any women that take offence from part of the poem, this is all from my experiences and far from the truth....your not scary really and I dont hate you :lol2:

Girl shy!

I was that guy who was once girl shy,

looking back now had know idea why!

Still wouldn’t say Im the female’s best of guys.

Getting some understanding was not an easy thing,

from boy to man I was clueless and naive.

With no girls to meet,

tucked away in lonely country.

Low esteem spiralled me down,

man insecurities and self doubt.

Spotty face as impure as toxic waste,

looks were not my strongest trait,

wanted to hide my cursed ugly face.

Chatting to a girl seemed like hell,

heart racing, legs shaking, words so vacant.

Trying to do a normal simple thing,

but stumbling to my misery.

Testosterone tension off the scale,

that pressure feeling felt by all male!

Colliding thoughts in my head,

no grasp of what women said.

Men are from mars, women from venus,

and im from a outer space system!

But, now I realise,

girls are not always looking for dates,

they are not scary things to hate.

Talking to women,

we have so much in common.

Human emotions is what we share,

meeting girls is less of a worry I bare,

more of a straightforward pleasure.

Its not to late to rebuild my faith.

with a bit of kind advice, self belief,

the pressure is gone to my relief.

That lead to the heart I can now start.

Its alright now, so easy,

I have found what its about.

THE END

Thanks,

Stuart

[Caramoole]

:thumbup: :huh:

They're great Muse Man, very good. I agree it's very theraputic getting it down in poetry. We'll have to look through the archives one day and put all the poems together.

Caramoole