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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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?

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!

Poetry

my mind is a tornado
bits and pieces
fly every which way
no rhyme or reason
there’s just
an ocean of thoughts
brimming over
threatening to engulf me
smother me
i try to switch off
but no, i cant
try to sleep
not happening either
so i sit here
and stare
my heads in a spin
its like a whirlwind

Connect with me on facebook

hi guys
i’d love to connect with some of you on fb.
please friend me if you’d like to. my info is below.

www.facebook.com/shirley.healy.5851/

Let me know if your going to add me so I know who you are and who to look out for.
carol anne