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Hi Whitebeam :-D

What a good idea, although I only write poems when I am in my deepest doom moods, so they are truly dreaful and quite comical reading them back later. Oh well, lets hope this theme takes off, it's a good way to express ourselves.

FF

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Nicola's poem

I have copied and pasted Nicola's poem into this section.

For original thread and comments go to:

http://ocduk.org/forums/viewtopic.php?t=107 .

i close my eyes

the fear sinks in

i must defeat this

i MUST win

until i defeat this,

i wont be satisfied

the aim is to relax

for my heart to smile

eyes wide open

compulsions begin

i have to defeat this

i have to win

anxiety taking over

myself giving in

this ocd is a surviver

and i will never win

there wont be any smiles

my heart will not feel light

my tears fill my eyes

and i hold myself tight

i rock back and forth

feeling a little mad

i grab for the razor

i am very sad

i slice my arm neatly

as if its a peice of meat

the relaxtion and control

comes back...

i am back on my feet

the feeling of controling me

the feeling of not giving in

makes me feel much happier

i didnt give in

but looking at my arm now

i have made a bad mistake

unhappy and abnormal

i must smile, i must be fake

to fit into a world like this

we all must bear false smiles

we all have something wrong with us

no matter what we say

so no more thinking we are stupid

we are strogner than the rest

how i wish i had someone to lean

upon their chest

to listen to their heart beat

to feel safe in their arms

to look up to trusting eyes

to feel free from my world

i have a long time to go now

but i will get their in the end

when i hit that goal post

i will no longer pretend

i will wear a smile from my heart

that everyone will see

i will be much happier

i will have broken free

but until that day comes upon me

these rituals i must do

for the feeling of something happening

is my worst fear...

ocd takes over and i disapear...

ocd controls my life

and my life is ocd

'i thank ya'

nicci

Nicola's poem

standing in a crowded room

lives hurrying by;

i'm standing still in my little world

no-one to hear my cries

i scream and scream inside my head

my heart is bursting with pain

the tears start rolling down my face

the fear starts to creep in

i wipe my face with my sleeve

i look up to the sky

i pray to god oh why oh why

i filled with so much pain

i look down to the ground

and think of my small world

and know that i'm incomplete

i should trust in god with all my heart

and the fear will leave me quick

i rub my face with cooling water

and smile into the mirror,

walk away into my room

and vanish into my music

some how i know that my life is false

i know there is a stronger source

i give my life to god alone

and i know i will be healed

my ocd will no longer be

and i will smile to bright

i will no longer be alone in a crowd

i will no longer be in complete

the only time of peace

is when i close my eyes

there i can live my life

without the silent cries

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rocastle's poem

I have copied and pasted this poem by rocastle.

For original thread and comments go to:

http://ocduk.org/forums/viewtopic.php?t=63

Its called Never Too Late and is dedicated to all you good people

When i was young i thought i was special

Thought id end up great,

But now i find that every days a never changing date.

Nothing seems fun, whats the point in future

if ur drowning on the day

something good?it will destroy it, it will find a way.

Fragile lonely frightened

All these what ifs? What am i thinking?

Worried what might might happen.

But ive got the strength to fight this. My challenge its my call.

Been on the ground,but now ive found

Im special after all.

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tangoblu

This is a poem my son won second place in an national competition with last year (aged 12) before we knew he had OCD: (although on reflection he has had since he was about 6 yrs old)

Desire

i was born when your desires

got out of hand, and you

selfishly took what you

wanted with no thought at all

I was born when you should

"Buy me that ice-cream!"

Gimme that toy" GIMME GIMME"

I want it now!"

I was born when you shouted

"I want that tennis racket.

Gimme it now! GIMME GIMME!

Give it to me"

I was born with a brother, GREED

I fed him from the blue-pupil flame

of selfishness, taught him to whisper

temptations in your ears.

I'll tell you what the whispers mean,

they mean you will dissolve in

the poisonous saliva of my brother,

Greed. All you have to do is let the whispers

in, just let the whispers in.

It brings tears to my eyes every time!!! - from the mouth of babes....

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Guest Stevie

Despite Penny's concerted attempts to sabotage my Dad's poem about struggling with christianity :wink: , here its is again...

Beetle in Church

Uphill to the altar-rail,

you shuffle, trousered in dust

under your polished Sunday black.

You negotiate the heights and depths

of worn encaustic tiles,

more purposeful than me

who come behind,

patching thread-bare prayers,

fingering worn coins.

At the step you pause, nuzzle

unscaleable heights and turn away,

scuttle into debris that the cleaner’s missed

and where it’s dark enough to be yourself

unchallenged and ignored.

I’d rather follow you, I think,

than be out here, emblazoned,

as a testament to faith.

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Guest FobicFairy

This link is great, keep em coming. The one by the 12 yr old boy brought tears to my eyes also, it's amazing to be able to write like that as such a tender age. I think OCD makes us mature for our years mentally. I also think it can make us more creative, at least thats some consolation.

FF

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Guest MikeS

Poem I wrote, now my mates thing im mad lol

Voices From Within

I hear them throughout the day, only I

and I alone know what they say.

The Voices give rituals to perform, once done they go away,

leaving me to wonder when they will return.

They only work on fear, If I do not feed the Voices they

surely should go away, I say, but no, they work to scare

and make me anxious, and then finally make me give in.

I am at constant battle with my own brain, it knows

my fears and manipulates them into any scenario

during my day, yet I still believe I can make them go away.

It may look strange to other people what they make me do, but

deep down I know that the voices will see me through.

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Guest Person

Mikestamp, that was a good poem. Do you study literature?

Does anyone count number of toilet roll squares torn, number of emails sent, number of times hands are wiped, number of times the tap is turned on, number of times a word is said etc. In addition, does anyone have numbers they avoid, resulting in them wanting to repeat things until they reach a proper number? I haven't seen it on the bulletin board before.

Well, here is a stupid rhyme about counting. It certainly does not fit into category of this thread, and is not at all comparable to Mikestamp's work of art.

Title: This does not count as OCD

4 and 6 ineligible

reasons unintelligible,

13 right out

rationale without,

Along with multiples,

Squares and roots

Cubes and logs,

sum of integers too.

All pervasive

Yet inclusive.

Coins paid, emails sent

Words said, money lent

Hands wiped, dollars brought

Sentences typed, items bought.

It was a sunny day,

with clouds swept away,

when we found Count Dracula amusing.

Not mathematical ability

Nor maniacal disability

Just paradoxical inability to

Stop.

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(Just to clarify, the last two lines are untrue)

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Guest Toffee

Here's the chorus from radiohead's Just. I thought it relevant.

You do it to yourself, you do

And that's what really hurts

Is that you do it to yourself

Just you, you and no one else

You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself

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Guest MikeS
Mikestamp, that was a good poem. Do you study literature?

Well, here is a stupid rhyme about counting. It certainly does not fit into category of this thread, and is not at all comparable to Mikestamp's work of art.

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(Just to clarify, the last two lines are untrue)

lol, my poems not that good, I just wrote it in a lunch break :)

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Guest jaci

Here's a little poem I wrote, it wasn't actually written about ocd specifically, more about loneliness but ocd IS very lonely.

Black hole surrounded by

Empty walls of white

My heart beating

To escape the prison of

Self-imposed gravity

To hear the voices behind the echoes

With all the colors of the rainbow

And make the hidden seen

I dream

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Guest Saffa

Hello guys..this is something I wrote when my OCD was at it's worse!!

I'm a Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde,

With more than one person aboding inside,

Many a morn and night I have cried,

For the removal of this unwanted visitor I hide,

With pain and with fear my time I bide,

How many times "I'm fine" I have lied,

I'm a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Dying a death deep down in my inside!!

It kind of describes how I often find myself feeling!!

Saffa

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Guest Kitty

Saffa

I really like this. :thumbup: Do you write much poetry?

If not you should.

It sums up the way we all feel at times in a really clever way. I think that writing is a brilliant way to release the way you are feeling and express emotions that you maybe don't feel confident enough to say to people face to face.

Anyway, just wanted to let you know I thought your poem was brilliant

take care

luv n lollies

Queenie

x

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Guest Saffa

Hey Queenie,

Thanks for your kind words...I only seem to write when I'm down!! I have pages of stuff..not poems but just you know stuff you can't tell anyone but well in my case God! Its a vent I guess!!!

Thanks

Saffa

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Guest Bobby

Hello Saffa,I have 2 little men in my head.One is white,and is logic and reason.The other is red,and is doubt and fear.Guess which one I have got to tell to go away. Bob. :thumbup:

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Nice poem Saffa!

I have recently realised the paradoxes that define me. Paradox is an interesting concept!

All the best

Stephen

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Guest ocdfighter

Thanks for sharing that with us Saffa (just relaised like I sound like a corny support group leader - AAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!)

Anyway it must be good catharsis for you to express yourself so poetically.

How many times "I'm fine" I have lied
- I am sure we have all experienced that feeling of our inner and public selves being so divorced from each other.

So Saffa - you never did tell us what you are studying at SOAS?

M.

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Guest Saffa

Well M!! ...you don't mind if I call you M do you..reminds me of James Bond :grin:

My degree is in Arabic and Persian and it has taken me seven years to get this far!!!Yipeeee :clap: :clapping: only a week to go God willing!!!!!At this stage Im like...so not bothered about my degree classification...I was aiming for a first but I don't think that is going to happen...My year was like some crazed Sit-com.

Anyway Im looking forward to posting a pic of me with my cap and gown!!! :D

Saffa..or S. :whistling:

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Guest ocdfighter
My degree is in Arabic and Persian

Cool Saffa - must be difficult! no doubt MI6 will be interesting in signing you up!

I look forward to seeing you in your graduation gear.

M

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I wrote this this morning, over my first cuppa and wondered if anyone else finds that talking to yourself on paper sometimes helps?

Anyway thought I'd share it :crybaby:

Feel free to add yours

I can’t remember how to get out

Once I get in

I can’t remember the steps

I need to begin

I can’t find the hope

Or the foothold I need

But somewhere

Just somewhere

There still lies the seed

Deep in the forest

Of thoughts in my mind

I know if I trust in myself

I will find

That there in the darkness

Beyond OCD

Lies the key to my winning

“The essence of me”

She’s not gone away

And she hasn’t gone mad

She may be quite frightened

And rightly, feels sad

She may be confused

And frustrated and cross

But, deep down at her core

She still knows she’s the boss

She’ll soon find the courage

And strength to begin

Front-up to this nonsense

And yes, she will win

It may not be easy

And clouded with doubt

But I’ll stick with the sign-post

That says “THIS WAY OUT”

A travelling Salesman

Visits year after year

His special, on offer

Is selling you fear

If this was an item

Do you think you’d buy?

From a liar, a cheat

From this OCD Guy?

I think not, you’d tell him,

To get on his way

With his sub-standard goods

“Beggar Off” you would say

You’d see through his lying

You’d unmask his plan

And soon send him packing

This under-hand man!

And life can be like that

Though clouded and woolly

I won’t give up now

I’ll front up to that bully

I’ll start out with courage

That’s how I’ll begin

And I know in my heart

Though it’s hard, I WILL WIN

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....and this is one I wrote some time ago

Is this the you, you want to be

Riddled and drowned in anxiety

Living life not how you want it to be

Believing the lies in your mind?

It's the doubt in your mind

That is often unkind

Always negative, driving you mad

It will shatter your faith

Giving you no reprieve

And each day sees you feeling more sad

But if you listen deep inside

You will hear the silly lies

Of the Demon in your soul who isn't you

He was put there to protect you

Not to hassle and upset you

But he often gets it wrong and so do you

So close your ears, do not listen

Shout right back, scream go away

And the lies

Do not believe him

He's a lying, cheating, thieving

Sort of Bully

And refuse to share his day

Is this the you you want to be

Happy and strong and believing in me

Living a life how you want it to be

And beating the lies in your mind?

Yeah, this is the me I wanted to be

Happy and strong and believing in me

Living my life how I want it to be

And beating the lies in my mind

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Guest SallyB

Caramoole,

Thank you for sharing your poems. I really enjoyed reading them - and felt that you really captured the feelings of ocd.

Sally B

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