Poets Corner

[Guest jameschristopher]

hello im not very good at poems compared to some people on here.and sorry its a bit rymey oh and i cant spell to good anyway here goes.

BEING AFRAID CAN BE HELPFULL IM TOLD

SHE SITS IN HER BROWN LEATHER CHAIR

THE WORLD IS A HAMMER I AM THE NAIL

IT PUMMELS ME INTO THE GROUND

THE FLIGHT OR FIGHT RESPONSE IS

ESSENTIAL SHE SAID

I TOLD HER I DID NOT CARE

THE PRESSURES IMMENCE THE HAMMER

RELENTLACE POUND AFTER POUND AFTER

POUND

TRY TO CONTROL YOUR BREATHING

INHALE A DEEP BREATH NOW HOLD

NOW THE HAMMER IS BEATING INSIDE ME

PULSATING OUT

SWEAT BEADS ON MY FOREHEAD AND FALLS

EFFORTLESSLY WITHOUT A SOUND

CHOCKING WINDPIPE CLOSING THE AIR IS

AS THICK AS GLUE

BREATH OUT BREATH IN BREATH OUT

THE WAY I HAVE SHOWN YOU

THEN SILENCE

GRAINS OF SAND POUR FROM MY MOUTH AS

I LOOK UP TO THE SKY

IN ONE SPLIT SECOND A MILLION CLOUDS SEEMED

TO HAVE RUSHED BY

IM THEN LOOKING DOWN WATCHING THE OCEAN

HUG THE SHORE

THATS WHEN I REALIZE I HAVE FELT THIS WAY BEFORE

MISTY SHADOWS THEN BECOME FIGURES

AS MY VISION IS RESTORED

WHAT I JUST EXPERIANCED WAS COMPLETE AND

UTTER BLISS

TEN WHOLE SECONDS WICH SEEMED LIKE A LIFETIME

WHERE MY FEAR DID NOT EXIST

JIM

[Guest 284me]

hey... not bad for someone who is not a poet...... : )

[Guest jameschristopher]

hey... not bad for someone who is not a poet...... : )

thanks me

[Guest jameschristopher]

thank you sarah

[Guest fluffytip]

Hello everyone,

Some of you may have heard about a poetry book possible being put together for quite some time. SarahB, Ashley and myself have decided to put it together and start the ball rolling.

There are some immensely talented poets on this site and we really would like to create a poetry book with poems from all of you about OCD, BDD, GAD, CSP, TTM, Tourettes etc.

I was thinking that this poetry book will be the perfect opportunity to raise money for the charity, raise awareness of OCD and give you guys something to put your creativity into.

I have scoured the forums so far and I have taken everyone’s poetry they have posted and put it into one big word file. I have found 127 poems. Below is a list of all of the people I have found with the title or first line of their poem. Could you all review your work and see if it is OCD related in any way shape or form. If you have contributed more than 2 or so, could you choose your top three favourites and let us know.

We really would like some fresh contributions also, about anything OCD related. Take a look at the poetry corner for some inspiration. If you wish to add one into the running then post it here please.

Once we have collected together lots and lots of poems, we will then slim these down to roughly about the top 100 poem. If you then could email us giving your permission or not for us to use your poem in our book. In the email could you include the title of the poem/poems so there is no confusion over which poem you have consented for us to use. If you are worried about us using your poem and wish for us to take it out of the running now, please let us know! In this email, could you also let us know how you wish to be credited for the poem: alias or real name. Finally we would like to include after your poetry whether you are a sufferer of OCD and if so, what type of OCD do you suffer from as well as your age. You can either email the responses to me or Ashley and we will organise them

We will be consulting everyone throughout the whole process of making this book, if anyone has any questions about it, let one of us know or post here

a

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I've removed the big list because this post takes too long to scroll down

Edited April 6, 2006 by fluffytip

[Guest Heryn]

Hi

Got your PM by the way. I'll have a look later and decide which ones would be best. As for the cover, thanks for suggesting it -- although I think the slogan might work better in larger, 'blockier' text so as to stand out from a small distance away.

Cheers

Heryn

[Guest fluffytip]

Great, thanks for getting started!

I think that poster is great, something with that slogan i really think would suit the book well.

This is a really exciting venture!

Yay!

a

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[Guest Lizbeth]

I will pm you with my submissions...who do I pm?

xxJadexx :original:

[Guest fluffytip]

You can PM them to me if you would like Jade!

Thanks so much!

a

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[Guest fluffytip]

Yay!! More interest, we would LOVE your poems!

We do not have a dealine yet

Just let your creative juices flow!!

Good luck!!

a

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[Caramoole]

Good Job ladies (and Ash)

Caramoole

[Guest fluffytip]

Good Job ladies (and Ash)

Caramoole

Would you like to submit any of your poems Caramoole?

We would be very grateful if you did!

a

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[Guest ca02049]

That sounds fantastic :clapping: - i'll have a go but i'm not too good at writing poems!

[Guest fluffytip]

That sounds fantastic :clapping: - i'll have a go but i'm not too good at writing poems!

You are good at writing poems, and we would be extra, extra happy to have something of yours in the book!!

a

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[Guest Gabriellem]

Excellent Amy!!! I'm sure you will be great and remember let your feeling lead you!!! :original:

Hi be pleased to offer up any of mine if they are what you are looking for?I have one OCD related written thanks to James Christophers art work inspiring me to write! Here goes!

OCD

I hate myself sometimes

the way i look taste and smell

the way something doesn't feel right

the way the words echo in my mind

'O' is for oh my god get me out of this loop of thought

that has hold of my mind in an iron vice

'C' is for crouching,caressing myself clasping reality

clutching at straws of sanity and reality

'D' is for depressed, dismayed perhaps depraved

distract myself cognitively,another glass of wine

a smoke to soothe the emptiness and lift my mood.

pain, it lifts and hope permeates my restraints and long set fears ,

maybe I'll be 'normal'again, whatever 'normal' is?

© Gabrielle M http://www.postpoems.com/members/mhippychick/

Feel free to check out the others some may be apt too.

Gabby

[Guest jameschristopher]

it is here

[Guest fluffytip]

Hello!!

Can I just ask if it matters what length the the poem is....I have done one 'piece of writing' on an extremely bad patch of Pure O that I went through last year, but it's not exactly a poem....more a short story, but then again not ..if you get me... lol!! I hope I've not confused you!!!

Take care

Kathryn

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Well i think it sounds perfect to me!!! We do have some longish poems and a short story would fit in nicely im sure. We are also hoping to put some members artwork in maybe so i think the poetry book should be a "creative" book! Go for it Kathryn and thanks for your help!!

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[Guest Lisa]

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Edited March 13, 2010 by Lisa

[Caramoole]

Would you like to submit any of your poems Caramoole?

We would be very grateful if you did!

a

Hi Fluffytip,

Yes, feel free and use which you wish

Caramoole

[Guest 284me]

ok here are some contributions.... i adapted from some earlier writings when I was pretty ill... feel free to use what you will... and its ok if you don't want any of it... I took my medication this morning.... : )

Twenty-Four Seven

It doesn’t matter where you look,

What you hear, what you read,

It is with you twenty four seven.

It resembles a never-ending water torture,

But a water torture at least I could understand,

But alas, not to be.

Twenty-four seven.

A day is taken for rest, on this day I have a thought or two,

Then three hundred of the same thought or two…..

Twenty-four seven.

A start to cry and beg for understanding,

But don’t say a word, I would dare not…

Twenty-four seven.

I avoid all that scares me, frightens me,

Until I’m too scared to even open the door..

Twenty-four seven.

Where is he now? I hear a whisper in the kitchen,

Oh his washing his hands and cleaning his teeth…

Twenty-four seven.

Is It Enough

Is it enough to stand still and listen, to be listened to, is it for me to say?

For who am I to judge what is right for me or what is wrong for me, am I meant to die this way?

Or is it just a passing phase that will end and finally give me peace,

When I can rebuild my life, piece by piece by piece by piece.

I stand here naked before you asking for help

Guidance in the most troubling of times.

I hear the answer but can I be strong and tough,

To follow your will, nothing more,

Are you gentle enough?

The goodness and glory of your heart I can see,

I feel…. but do I have the strength to carry it through,

To be the hands of Christ, to be his feet, to do as he would want me to do.

I pray, I pray for me…. and I need to pray, to pray for you to…….

How Can I Exist As ME?

What to do when you no longer want to go on.,

When you know the pain is you, a mental cage,

And there seems to be no escape, just frustrated rage.

Confusion, contusion of my spirit,

Has forced the issue to confrontation.

Drugs that work, but take away who you are,

Then only work by sedation..

My illness is my death,

Me alive my punishment, my penance.

Have you given your demon a name?

I have, its Dennis, Dennis the Menace.

How can I live and exist as me?

I obviously cannot.

Expose It Well My Friend

If I were to breath my essence of being,

Fall apart and let no-one put back, would I be any worse off?

Would I be in more control? Would I be able to stop?

A being or only half a being is that the way I should remain

For the love of God has seen me and maybe passed me by,

Is this my future? Is my soul .....really ready to die?

How many times will I need to rediscover that it is in me

That I am the only one that can see, to feel ….where I should be.

Why do I keep looking, what am I expecting to find?

In essence what is the point of these thoughts, so unkind.

There is no point….. so why are you still looking?

To get better, that is all!

Stop looking and the ills will be cured,

Be satisfied with the ills you have endured.

For they are not ills alone they are blessings that should be received,

Honoured for, not to be grieved….

They will be your saving grace,

And the point of existence? The broken race?

Refrain! For it is no use……. but wait!

The whole of the human soul is there exposed,

Expose it well my friend, to enter freedoms gate.

With prayers

Edited April 7, 2006 by 284me

[Guest jameschristopher]

realy good me realy good, stired up a lot of emotion in me. expose it well my freind is pure briliance i love the line"how many times will i need to rediscover that it is in me"i wish i could put my emotions into words that well

jim

[Guest 284me]

Thank you for your kind words..... you express your emotion perfectly well in your art... I'll say it again, your depiction of the crucifix stirred up those same emotions in me, it is absolutley breathtaking....

It is good that we can express our emotions, doesn't matter how ugly, in some way, shape or form.

with prayers

: )

[Guest rainbow]

Dear fluffytip

What a fab idea!! there are so many many talented peeps here. The potery is amazing and fanstatic to read

to put it all together is a great idea and it will sell very well and hopefuly make lots of money for ocd-uk

lv rainbow xxxx

I get pen to paper again and get my little rainbow on it too

Edited April 7, 2006 by rainbow

[Guest Lizbeth]

Wasn't sure who best to pm so here is the poem I have written for submission. I hope it's ok. :blushing:

Shipwrecked.

On the edge of the blankets

Through the muffled bedroom shadows

The waves break fiercely

Across my little island.

Through the storms and the darkness

And the three am panics

I have found my way here

To this grey little outpost

Where the shadows rise and fall in silence.

If I push my feet over the edge.

The waves swell and rush

Until I am dizzy and the old fear reasserts itself.

It is too far out for lighthouses.

So this is where I will stay

For a time

With the sunshine playing on the pale walls.

Drifting in and out of sleep and half dream.

I wait for the storm to die,

To break itself against my little island

And I watch the waves

Patiently biding my time.

There can be no way through the storm

In the darkness and fear.

But this I know;

There have been other storms and other endless nights.

This shadow is but a passing thing

And when it has receeded I shall remain.

(By Jade)

[Guest jessica]

hi all, i'm waiying for a plane at the moment so i thought i'd put my time to use. after reading the standard of poetry don't think i have a chance, but here goes!!

Maybe tommorrow i'll be back to me

to live my life like it usd to be

maybe tommorrow i'll be back to me

to know my thoughts, to know and see me

maybe tommorrow i won't let you win

i'll call the shots, i'll decide what i'm thinking

and maybe tommorrow i'll have a day off

laugh all day with only nice thoughts