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AstroOliver
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby AstroOliver » Mon Sep 21, 2015 3:35 pm

When I began to realise just how much ECT had affected my life and still was doing 28 years later, I was very angry and just needed to get it out, talking to counsellors, friends, anyone who’d listen – and I wrote a lot, prose and poems, which was very therapeutic – if you can’t manage that, how about recording your voice, and asking a friend to transcribe? … anyway, here’s one of my poems:

My muddled mind lurches along the undercurrents
Of their persuasive words, desperately struggling to perceive
The hidden agendas, avoid the whirlpools of polluted expertise,
The brittle shells of their unconscious mental illnesses.

They look so clean – the tailored suit, sombre tie and jewelled pin,
The starched uniform and cap, gaily adorned with ribbons –
But their eyes are hard, dull and shifty, and imposing postures,
Incessant glances at the clock, give clues to corruption working within.

Is greed his motive force, trapped by the lust for power it buys?
Do status and recognition rule her latent lack of self-confidence?
Was childhood so devoid of love that clinical training
Could erode their inherent fellow feeling and humanity?

But my mind wanders, as I sit in pyjamas too big for me,
A borrowed dressing-gown – why am I here, did someone die
Who was important to me? And, too late, their diagnosis is complete,
I realise that for them grieving is a disease, and I’m filled with pity.

How can I explain a lifetime of complex interactions in ten minutes?
My survival urge is weak, sapped by days of institutional food
And rules, and like a caged zoo animal, I placidly accept
This week’s tortured care of experimental drugs and brainwashing ECT.

Oliver Swingler
25th October 2000

rgd
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby rgd » Wed Nov 25, 2015 4:38 pm

this is a poem I wrote because I'm a 20 year old 6ft 1" guy and everyone I try and talk to about my depression says "what have you got to be depressed about?"

so I wrote this

"When you look at me what do you see?
You see how I look, How I talk, How I walk.

When you look at me do you really see?
Do you see how I feel, How I think or my past?

When you look at me, who do you see?
Do you see my merits, my flaws or just how I look?

When you look at me please don't judge by what you see
because my image tells you nothing of who I truly am.

mezzaninedoor
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Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby mezzaninedoor » Thu Dec 03, 2015 2:02 pm

Its tough

I imagine that everyone is thinking "what have you got to be depressed about?"

I even think it myself whilst racked with anxiety and low mood, it overtakes us and owns us it seems, our condition. It's true that people can't see a physical illness and therefore they can't see an illness, well thats true of some folks anyways.

creative
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Joined: Wed Jun 08, 2016 8:03 am

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby creative » Thu Jun 09, 2016 11:47 pm

Welcome by Fiona Josa Phoenix

Welcome to the new style zombie centre - you'll find no stereotypes here
With chemicals in abundance, no pain you'll see
And better than handing out free orange juice, surely?
For this is hard-core industry, where nothing is for free

We'll inject you for impertinence or speaking your mind
We'll inject you for suggesting there's a human kind
We'll inject you by the the clock, we're not paid to question time
We'll inject you for the reasoning behind your rhyme.

We'll inject you for not taking life in your stride
We'll inject you forsaking your dignity and your pride.

Welcome to the new style Aldous Huxley nightmare
Where everything you think is on your pretty pill of pink
And the depths on them you sink are to forgetting the system stinks

We'll inject you for differentials in human thought
We'll inject you for this is business - I think you're bought
We'll inject you for the very naturalistic laws are caught
Up in a web of sterile reasoning, the human cost we say is naught

And where saying it's interference with nature is a dodgy line you can't win
Look, if I said I'd found belief in myself, would the nurse give in?
For I can't uphold your logic with a pin.

We'll inject for requesting Rights you cannot find
We'll inject you through confession though the Priest be blind
We'll inject you for wanting change, although the time is nigh
We'll inject you as you holler, as you try to scream "GOOD-BYE!!"

tj999
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Joined: Fri Jul 08, 2016 9:08 pm

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby tj999 » Fri Jul 08, 2016 9:16 pm

Sometimes when I just can't cope
I try and find that little hope
That keeps me on my feet
But when that hope doesn't arise
tears start to fill my eyes
strolling down my face
as I breakdown in tears
thinking about what made me feel like this
all my nightmares and fears
When I'm feeling down and everything feels a chore
I sit alone in silence and close my bedroom door
Many feelings rush through me
sadness anger and regret
for the way I have let my life effect me
and my mountain full of debt
I feel like I'm simply existing
not living my life to the full
In between me and my potential
stands a big brick wall
I know deep down I can do things
I'm capable of so much more
But I find it hard to push myself
my brain is getting sore
I want to find this strength I know
I have got deep inside
Life has thrown some hard times
It's been a tough and turbulent ride
I know this is no excuse for failing
It should be the very thing that pushes me to succeed
but at this point in my life I'm in a little need
I know I'll beat this painful disease
although it wont be done with ease
Step by step and day by day
For this I think is the only way

missa88
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Joined: Fri Oct 21, 2016 2:40 am

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby missa88 » Fri Oct 21, 2016 6:54 am

*YOU WHO?*
If i didn't say goodbye,
it wouldn't bè real. I couldn't say goodbye,
because for me it would never bè real.
11 years later and still its not real.
But missing you dearly.
That's real.
Thinking of you every day that's real.
I found and picked up a Penny today. Was that you sending luck my way?-
-What is happening to me?
I can hardly remember you anymore.
'Heck' i can just barely remember me, or what day/month/even year it may be.
Even though your gone, i want to get to know you.
see if you were like me.
-As i waved to the magpie, 3rd one this month.
can't help but wonder, as yet again, i shudder.
Then it start's to rain and thunder.
I smile... :)
Stealing my thought's.
Where was i?
Oh yes.. Rain&thunder Then i shudder.
Deja-vu as i wonder.
Tryin to remember just as i forget,
more and more as i do.
Even my closest memory's
My memory's of you. X

mickey0212
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Joined: Thu Jan 26, 2017 10:20 pm

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby mickey0212 » Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:22 pm

A Lullabye called Peace: (warning its not for the faint hearted)..

http://bit.ly/2b4aqyd

(I use bitly links as I don't necessarily want everyone who searches for my artist name to see these threads in which I open up with many details)

fpcomen
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Joined: Thu Jan 26, 2017 5:49 pm

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby fpcomen » Thu Feb 02, 2017 5:45 pm

After I did my first video it was very overwhelming to see how people responded so it's given me the courage to do more. I will be making more video post to show how I am coping through my passion and maybe just maybe this will inspire you guys out there to try to find your passion as a way to divert all that energy into something positive.

https://youtu.be/P1gaAjr2hPY

dougieb2202
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Joined: Sat Feb 04, 2017 2:23 am

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby dougieb2202 » Tue Feb 07, 2017 9:09 pm

Darkness in a bottle,
Darkness in a jar,
Screw the lids on tightly and throw them out afar,
Turn your back and walk away as they float on out to sea,
Hope the tide will change and what will be will have to be.

Keep on walking quickly and focus on the new,
Some folk can be happy though it only seems a few,
Run back to your bedroom and turn the lights out quick,
You feel it in your stomach and you know you will be sick.

A stranger knocked upon my door with a jacket bright bright red,
He handed me a parcel and the note attached said,
Returning this to sender as we couldn't find a home,
My jar and bottle in a box and dry like decaying bone.

I tried to lose the darkness but it's seems it wants to stay,
Even with the light on the room still turns to grey,
The lids may be on tightly but the cracks begin to tell,
This shit just keeps happening and I am going to hell.

I look down at the bottle and see a written line,
My name and address on there and the handwriting is mine,
I want to lose the darkness but I need it to be me,
Without my pain I'm lonely and I don't know who to be.

Cyprus
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Joined: Mon May 26, 2014 10:05 pm

Re: Poems, stories, pictures and other expressive forms.

Postby Cyprus » Mon Feb 27, 2017 11:48 pm

silence is soothing
Silence is deafening
Tears are joyful
Tears are painful
Pain is essential
Pain is comforting
Throughts are safe
Throughts are dangerous
2 halves to one whole
Or am I whole


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