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The Oracle


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Posted Tue Feb 10th, 2009 5:59pm Post subject: My Bi-Polar the bad side.
Blackness,
Darkness,
and despair.

Clawing,
grasping
never there.

What is the point,
why should I care ?

Emotions, open, angry, bare.
Tired, moaning, rocking........down

There I am upon the ground,
EMPTY............................

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Nitro


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Posted Thu Feb 12th, 2009 6:35am Post subject: My Bi-Polar the bad side.
Maybe I'm over stepping my bounds here but...it's not always very easy to lay such thoughts out for all to see. Leastways, it's not for me. I think it's fairly courageous, an act of heroic effort or grand adventure, in the manner of scaling an emotional Everest, to even be willing to try to put them into words. So, I admire you for doing so. Do you feel like you nailed it though? I mean, is it a case of reducing the vast amount of words out our disposal to convey a thought, because using all those words we still come back around to feelings that defy a complex description? That are basic and bare and bony? Do you think that whatever inspired you to write this, to become a thing, or a work, in and of itself, was fully realized?

Really? Wow.

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The Oracle


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Posted Thu Feb 12th, 2009 4:36pm Post subject: My Bi-Polar the bad side.
No words will ever cover the feelings of bi-polar it was an looking back piece, I could see myself curled up on the bathroom floor feeling about as retched as I could be thats all no underlying reason no fancy stuff just the black cold fear of not being mentally well.

Hope you are having a good day and thanks for your input on something (I don't know why) I posted. On a high maybe ??????????

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obsidio


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Posted Mon Feb 16th, 2009 11:16am Post subject: My Bi-Polar the bad side.
Again I am promoting some-one elses work but I think it's relevant here. This is about depression rather than bi-polar disorder, are they linked? I think I should mention I'm pretty sure the anthology is not in the public domain so i'm not posting to generate royalties. Anyway here it is . .


Some Other Life

I want to go back
And live another life.
One where strong cups of tea
Are called on in emergencies,
And five children
Play Hide and Seek
In the hazy strata of steam
From treacle rice-pudding,
And I weigh a stone
More than I do now,
And never strain to listen,
Past the pounding of my own heart,
To the tranquilizing strains
Of the World Service
In the early hours.
A life where black-coffee
Is a post-Christmas-dinner novelty,
And depression is
'A terrible affliction'
Suffered by 'Poor Aunty Jane',
Where cigarette smoke
Makes me cough,
And drugs are something
Which TV Zoo-vets use
To sedate fractious elephants.
I want to go back and live a life
Where I am patient, kind, generous,
And surprisingly stoical
In the face of Real Grief.
A life where poems are written
For amusement, not relief.

From 'On the Edge' by Kate Strutt

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tickytocky


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Posted Sun Mar 8th, 2009 7:06pm Post subject: My Bi-Polar the bad side.
Kate Strutt, the author, actually suffered from Borderline Personality Disorder which has some parallels with bi-polar disorder. The anthology is not in the public domain but copies are available from me in exchange for a charitable donation to a mental health charity. Her illness informed her work but her creative talent was not imprisoned by it, quite the reverse.


Again I am promoting some-one elses work but I think it's relevant here. This is about depression rather than bi-polar disorder, are they linked? I think I should mention I'm pretty sure the anthology is not in the public domain so i'm not posting to generate royalties. Anyway here it is . .


Some Other Life

I want to go back
And live another life.
One where strong cups of tea
Are called on in emergencies,
And five children
Play Hide and Seek
In the hazy strata of steam
From treacle rice-pudding,
And I weigh a stone
More than I do now,
And never strain to listen,
Past the pounding of my own heart,
To the tranquilizing strains
Of the World Service
In the early hours.
A life where black-coffee
Is a post-Christmas-dinner novelty,
And depression is
'A terrible affliction'
Suffered by 'Poor Aunty Jane',
Where cigarette smoke
Makes me cough,
And drugs are something
Which TV Zoo-vets use
To sedate fractious elephants.
I want to go back and live a life
Where I am patient, kind, generous,
And surprisingly stoical
In the face of Real Grief.
A life where poems are written
For amusement, not relief.

From 'On the Edge' by Kate Strutt[/quote]

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