Prayers neded

hi guys
if you pray can you please pray for my cousin, he’s a heroin addict and last night he was found unresponsive having overdosed on heroin.
he was rushed to hospital and the overdose was reversed. i am not sure how he’s doing now. a taxi driver found him on the street.
He is the cousin whose mom died of cancer a couple weeks back.
carol anne

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christmas party

today was the christmas party here at our centre where the independent living skills programme is held. we had class in the morning and then at lunch time we had a big meal, which was absolutely delicious.
we had mashed potato, roast potatos, gravy, carrots, brussels sprouts, stuffing, turkey and ham.
and christmas pudding and custard for dessert.
i was sooo stuffed after it, all i wanted to do was sleep.
there was also music but i left the dining room before that started. we had fun pulling crackers, and darina put the little paper hat from the christmas cracker on her head.
it was a good afternoon. we were feeling really festive.
At this point, the count down to christmas is well and truly on.

A poem contribution by DV

I’d like to introduce you all to my good friend and fellow blogger, DV. Her bio and one of her poems is below.
Please pop on over to her blog and connect say hi support her, she is an amazing person!

Bio
Im an Australian doctor, artist, writer and mother coming to terms with longstanding mental health problems resulting from complex trauma. I started my blog Dangerous Voyage last year because I was inspired by reading about other peoples journeys through therapy, and I wanted to speak out too and to connect with people who understood what I was going through in a way that friends and family and therapists did not. The caring and support that I have received from being part of the blogging community has been amazing.

Blog address
https://dangerousvoyage.wordpress.com/

My poem: Hope

Hope is a flower
on a distant tree
thick fleshy petals
soft and white
dont touch
touch leaves bruises
dirty and brown
starts the rot
withering decay
I copy the flower in stone
thinking it will be strong
but that fails too
a brittle shell
which crumbles to dust at a touch
dont touch
just look
hope is a flower
on someone elses tree.

DV

Vivekas poem!

hi guys

I am so happy to introduce you all to viveka! She has chosen for me to publish one of her pieces on my blog, which I am so happy to do! She writes awesome poems, so read this and if you like what you see check out her blog!

My name is Viveka Sah. I have suffered from anxiety in the past and a lot of my poems showcase those feelings of darkness, fear and the like, usually with hopeful undertones.

This is the link to my blog: Finely Wrought by Viveka

One of my poems:

STOP
Hush now.

You’re going to become everything you ever wanted to become.

You’re going to be able to do everything you ever wanted to.

Very soon.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

Is that what you’ve been telling yourself

All the while that you’ve been wreaking havoc?

That you’ll get what you want.

Want.

You want so much.

You want too much.

You’ve been at this for so long, how much more do you think you can take?

How much more are you going to ask of your body?

It isn’t a machine.

And you cannot ask it to be superhuman, because, child, it isn’t.

You’re a finite resource that can and will self-destruct if you need to.

You’re broken, yet you continue with the ceaseless barrage of demands?

Of torment?

Have you ever thought that you’re asking too much?

Stop.

Rethink this whole mess.

Stay, struggle, watch everything burn if you have to.

But stop asking, stop demanding, stop insisting

Stop torturing the only thing you have.

Because, soon enough, you won’t have it anymore.

You won’t have anything but regret.

And you’ll lose yourself all over again.

When the storm hits, all you can do is ride it out

all i can do is ride the wave. and that, my friends is what ive been doing for the last two hours.
ive been reading, and texting, and binging on netflicks shows, and downloading media, anything and everything to keep busy…
because when im busy im not anxious, im not emotional, im not crazy…
im not a mess of insanity…
its going on for 6 AM. after countless cups of tea and coffee, and no sleep, its time to face another day.
question for you all my loyal and faithful readers…
if you had some words of wisdom for me right now. something that you’d tell me to do to ride out this wave and get through the storm, what would they be?

oooooo

fuck fuck fuck

my thoughts are racing. oh fuck. its baaad

i cant cope this these thoughts. just feel overwhelmed and sad.

oh gawd, why is it always at night?

why? i just want to sleep. but every time I try

The tears fall

Pain, raw pain

It threatens to overtake me

Think I should go sit with nitro, feel his soft fur against my cheek

now thats the best idea I’ve had all night

carol anne

Be published on my blog

hi guys

if you write poetry, I’d love to publish you on my blog.

I’d love to meet more poets, especially those who write about topics such as mental illness, domestic violence, child abuse, sadness or pain, depression, suicide, etc.

If you’d like to be published on my blog, email me at
manyofus1980
with your poem and a short bio or little blurb about you and maybe your blog link if you have one?

Hope some of you will join in!