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nettlenoo
Member

parvez thats a really good idea i like it. we could compile all out poems in a book of sorts for others to read. if you dont have ocd you dont quite understand it i think all these verse's are true to how we feel about ourself and the world around us it may be of help for others to understand too. i think wrigting poems or short story would be a great idea to dilute the worrisome thoughts away and it could be really enjoyable too.
much love netti

Wed Dec 2 2009 12:05:35 #
Truddles
Member

I did suggest that to head office when I wrote the original poem and have heard nought. I thought that not only would they help others especially new sufferers but could be used to raise money and awareness.
Truddles

Wed Dec 2 2009 12:41:08 #
Truddles
Member

Any more OCD poems especially from the members who have joined this year?

Wed Mar 10 2010 20:13:19 #
Truddles
Member

I'm feeling down
I'm feeling blue
With no help
What should I do?

Wed Mar 17 2010 12:09:09 #
Unregistered

I love all these poems, they're all so true and amazing! Love it.

Good wishes to everyone out there!

Thu Mar 25 2010 13:02:17 #
aishah
Member

The OCD Train
by aishah » Sun Mar 12, 2006 11:42 pm
Hi everyone, I've written this poem tonight for everyone on this forum.

My mind is like a runaway train,
Gaining speed forcefully as it thunders down the rickety track.
Sometimes slowing to a steady pace, but othertimes its as if its a race.
I tighten my grip and hold on tight as I prepare myself for another fight
and wonder if I can manage another night.

The train hurls me this way and that, as it derails going around the bend
It is then that I ask myself "Will I ever mend?"
Back on track now, ready for another day,
but how long before this train runs out of steam
as it ambles alongside a tranquil stream.

The countryside setting is astounding, yet still my hearts pounding
as I anticipate another day aboard this crazy runaway train.
Surrounded by beauty, yet I still cant see it clearly,
as I have a huge dark cloud hanging over my head
and all I want is the security of my bed.

The train gathers speed yet again, full steam ahead!
The thoughts in my head filling me with dread.
I just want to get off and stand firmly on the ground
But the train wont stop and my heart still pounds.

I want to be on the platform and just gaze ahead
and not go through this torment in my head.
At long last the train grinds unexpectedly to a holt, I jump off quickly
and now I am just another blurry face in the crowd.

Insignificant, nobody notices, but I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel nearing,
Maybe, someday soon, I can stop forever fearing
the obstacles that still may lay ahead,
that trouble me relentlessly in my head.

I hope the light when it comes, shines very brightly on each and everyone of us that suffers with this plight.

Regards from Bridget

Thu Mar 25 2010 19:46:21 #
Truddles
Member

Great poem Bridget, see we are a talented bunch aren't we?

Thu Mar 25 2010 20:57:34 #