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ruthy


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Posted Fri Oct 29th, 2010 7:07pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Your poems made me well up with tears, sometimes it's good to see the other side.


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Wilde Woman


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Posted Tue Nov 2nd, 2010 12:18am Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Thank you Ruthy. Most of my life I've kept those feelings all to myself and still haven't shared those poems with even my closest friends as they know nothing of mental illness and I know it would be too much for them. They'd dither and not know what to say and feel awkward and offer that horrid sentiment called sympathy.

I used to think it was sympathy I was after. Now I know it was simply acknowledgement for the experiences I've had. After all I listen to everyone else's, it seemed only fair.

The trouble is, given a choice would you wish to spoil other people's happy lives by forcing them to look at a painful one? Not if you love them you don't. I've had no choice, but if I had had a choice I would certainly not choose the painful option. Would anyone?

Actually aside from one counsellor I don't think I've ever shared those poems with anyone before. It actually feels ok sharing them and I feel better for it, but I'll still remain cautious as to when, where and with who I share such things with simply because I'm tired of overt displays of cruelty.

The root of my illness has been my mum, in both the genetic and environmental sense. The root of hers? Well at least some of it was events, jury's out on whether it's genetic too. But here's the thing... place a 'normal' person in that situation and how would it effect them. There's something very healthy and normal about getting depressed when things are rotten. What would be far more abnormal would be to celebrate and do cartwheels when someone you love is suffering.

I have a theory everyone on here is effected as much by events as by genetics, but the mix is different from person to person. In a bizarre way I'm glad I've seen and experienced this side of life it's helped me appreciate things of real worth. A happy day, a good friend, the slightest bit of good luck. And my Mum had a lovely mischievous cheeky sense of humour which is also something I inherited.

Thank you Ruthy and thank you Mum. Big love.

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http://mindwalking-ajournalofdiscovery.blogspot.com/
It's the one who haven't been assessed I'm scared of!

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katysara


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Posted Sat Nov 6th, 2010 9:05pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Of course poems count.

*sniff sniff*

KSx

I am an administrator on this site.

"Having a great intellect is no path to being happy."
~ Stephen Fry

See my website: www.katysaraculling.com

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Wilde Woman


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Posted Sun Nov 7th, 2010 8:12pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Katy...
Are you sniffing because of your tonsilitis or because you're not allowed to post your poems on here?

You might have to write another book! Or is that why you're sniffing... has no one taken it for publishing?

Brian Patten got his dark poems published, so there's hope for all forms of writing I think.

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http://mindwalking-ajournalofdiscovery.blogspot.com/
It's the one who haven't been assessed I'm scared of!

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Vampyros


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Posted Thu Nov 11th, 2010 6:10pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Hi all - someone on this site posted a poem called "Prison" or something like that and I really like it. I cannot find it now and I want to show it to some friends.

Can whoever wrote it please point me in the right direction.

Thanks,
Vx

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MrCartoonguy


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Posted Thu Nov 11th, 2010 11:58pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

I write a little poetry.....not that good

I climbed up through uncertainty found fresh air and took in the view,
I then tripped down the mountain side while seeking dreams to pursue,
I wondered busy streets for answers that may never be revealed,
I searched deep within myself perhaps its all concealed,
I asked someone qualified and their answers were all too vague,
I always hide my sadness like I'm concealing a mental plague,
I may seem fine to look at and I can speak a merry tune,
I can certainly become the lonliest guy in the room,
I sometimes asked for help and was told it was in my mind,
I felt like a loser of the hypochondriac kind,
My cycles go on for ever from scum to the king of the world,
I do not know whats around the corner within this mind I feel absurd,
How can I maintain this attire?
I'll hide in the crowd, a jovial mover, too busy, cant talk now.... I must retire

Here's another

Envious of the vociferous inebriates that baptise the streets with golden streams
I am longing to kiss the sky, to kiss the sky
To hold up my arms and be embraced by the omnipresence once familiar to me
My eyes have been tainted of late
Another psychotropic failure
Caging my soul yet allowing me to fall
A laboured quest for a holy grail called stability
I look to the future with hope

My greatest friend
My sweetest promise

Time will beckon again when I must wear my routine mask
and attire myself with everyday drapery ready to perform on this stage
as calm as the breeze I will recall my response with precision
"Alright, How are you?"
"Fine thanks, You?"

Here is the shortest one but with more meaning and truth
People

We all have many faces
As we are seen by many eyes
We all have many characters
As we are judged by many minds

Thanks

G

Reality is contigent; the only permanent concept in the multiverse is change - death. We are born into it and it follows us.

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Vampyros


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Posted Sat Nov 13th, 2010 4:40am Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

NOTE THIS IS A CLOSE TO THE BONE LYRIC.

This is the first draft of my first Sleaze Core song - its very personal. I wrote it for my very good friend Jess to record with her band - Cult of Whores and Dogs - hope they like it.

Chorus
Life is better without me.
No debt without me.
No pain without me.
Little Miss Suicide.
It won’t hurt me.
It will save you..
Bridge
Suicide is not painless.
Suicide is freedom.
Life is like dying every day.

Verse 1
The first cut is the deepest, that’s not true,
The deepest pain is that one I cause you.
Don’t hate me, forgive me, still love me,
I take the blame, I will always love you.

Verse 2
Practice Cuts, tentative, loving, no pain.
Fear that once again the attempt will fail.
Can’t stop feeling the emptiness inside.
How do live when your soul has died.

Verse 3

First the thoughts, then the plan.
Next I begin to forget who I am.
From there it all begins to fade.
The final steps, my decision is made.

Vx

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MrCartoonguy


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Posted Sat Nov 13th, 2010 11:05am Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

You are talented. Thank you for posting. I imagine the song sounds good. I am unsure of what sleaze core is though.

Reality is contigent; the only permanent concept in the multiverse is change - death. We are born into it and it follows us.

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MrCartoonguy


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Posted Sat Nov 13th, 2010 11:06am Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

I gave up writing poetry.

Reality is contigent; the only permanent concept in the multiverse is change - death. We are born into it and it follows us.

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Vampyros


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Posted Sat Nov 13th, 2010 5:58pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Lol, Sleaze Core is a new invention. It was created by a new band called Cult of Whores and Dogs (on facebook and MySpace). It is a mix of industrial, punk and metal.

Don't give up writing poetry it is very liberating.
Vx

The Katy Sara Culling Tribute is ready in e-Book form http://chipmunkapublishing.co.uk/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2326 Charity/Bipolar

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realitystops


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Posted Mon Nov 15th, 2010 9:07pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Poem 001

Although.
Arrow
Arrived
Arrold
Articulated
Artificially
Acrimonious
Alien
Announcements
Amen

Poem 002

I'm going now.
I'm not sure where.
I'm going there for ever.
I'm not sure it is fair.
I'm going to be honest.
I'm not too scared.
I'm out to end the sadness.
I'm not going to share.

Good Bye.

Is you is
Or
Is you ain't

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MrCartoonguy


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Posted Tue Nov 16th, 2010 11:18am Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

@ Realitystops, Jesus that sounds bleak are you okay?

Reality is contigent; the only permanent concept in the multiverse is change - death. We are born into it and it follows us.

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realitystops


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Posted Wed Nov 17th, 2010 9:32pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

Just my normal self McGuy.

Living in here is not a bright time.

Cannot write enough to get it out - long time so far - time to go , unknown.

Is you is
Or
Is you ain't

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Astrid


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Posted Wed Nov 17th, 2010 10:56pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

realitystops said:
Just my normal self McGuy.

Living in here is not a bright time.

Cannot write enough to get it out - long time so far - time to go , unknown.

Hello Realitystops, how are you?
This is a poem for you, about a woman who is the nature:

Silver threads on blackened sky,
pale clouds slowly drifting.
The darkest night, a silent cry
the magic winds are shifting.

Caressed by darkness she appears,
floating, though she's walking.
Free of sorrow, free of fear,
singing, though she's talking.

She makes the sparkling fire burn,
keeps the water flowing.
to earth she makes all life return,
with air she keeps it growing.

By dawn she smiles and settles down
soon she will be leaving.
She binds the moonspell, makes no sound
while silver threads keep weaving

All the best to you!! Astrid


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MrCartoonguy


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Posted Thu Nov 18th, 2010 8:51pm Post subject: WRITERS THREAD

@ Reality Stops, I hope things go your way and that perhaps you find an outlet. Painting? Drawing maybe cartooning? I hate being low. I would lose a limb to irradiate them. I hope your normal self is ok and I wish you all the best.

Crack out some more stuff whenever you can.

Reality is contigent; the only permanent concept in the multiverse is change - death. We are born into it and it follows us.

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