‎26-04-2020 01:12 PM
‎26-04-2020 01:12 PM
‎26-04-2020 04:31 PM
‎26-04-2020 04:31 PM
Hi again @Mazarita always good to see you when I do. Interesting reflections there re depression/creativity/curiosity. My creative writing definitely flows more readily when I'm elevated and is a push when I'm down or even in the middle. That's a goal I've been working on the last 18 months or so. Writing when I'm not on a high. Lately really just journalling life since covid came, not much in the way of creative stuff. Except for 1 day when I splurged the inspiration for a story still not yet written. I've been collecting a list of competitions and places I might submit to for publication (have about 8 within the next couple of months) however and the first deadline is May 12 so I've still got 2 weeks. It's called 'pen-demic'! - 500 word limit on a choice of themes inspired by quotes. I'm choosing one from Virginia Woolf
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"When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman." ― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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So that's why I don't share my work on here much - much as I'd love to, if I do have a win or get published I will be identifiable. A bit like that for you with your videos. I've won a couple of small prizes from the writers centre in the last 6 months. It's so encouraging. An amazing feeling to just begin to feel my writing may actually have an audience!
‎26-04-2020 10:20 PM
‎26-04-2020 10:20 PM
I feel pale,drained speechless and much saddened
Thet conversation I was wounded
Then the boys suffers
He couldn't express
He spoke with tones of anger
Then he had no control
He lives with disability and loneliness
‎27-04-2020 09:58 PM - edited ‎27-04-2020 10:38 PM
‎27-04-2020 09:58 PM - edited ‎27-04-2020 10:38 PM
Hi @NatureLover @Mazarita @eth @Sans911 @Meowmy and all the vast wealth of other worthy adrift souls who come to anchor at this thread for a time and share words of our journeys, our experiences, our art, our hurt and pain, our maps, our treasures, our swashbuckling tales, and how we have each come to survive it all to this point...
I love how reality comes to teach us that we know nothing about reality at all in our everyday "normal" autopilot lives... for autopilot only works when it's smooth sailing or clear flying... a firmer steadier wiser hand is required when the autopilot can no longer cope with the sudden changes and chaotic maelstroms that storms and doldrums embody...
Here we are, in our current doldrums, sails limp against their masts, without a breath of fresh air to give them even a hint of life...
And yet... those of us who have known bone-deep depression are familiar with these becalmed waters... and we know that, eventually, after timeless eternities spent adrift, once more we will feel the long-forgotten lick of a breeze upon our cheeks, and lift our eyes towards the heavens and delight, for here once again is emotion, life, sensation...
In a way, having mental health issues as a natural part of our everyday lives has prepared us to be mental health troopers in this current crisis and its associated mental health issues for vast parts of the "normal" population that rarely if ever previously considered or were affected by ill mental health. We have lived in these chaotic mental states of anxiety, depression, dissociation, deep sorrow, darkness and isolation for much of our lives. Over years, we have developed coping mechanisms... I hope that with our kind words, we can share these coping mechanisms and experiences with the greater community currently facing a pandemic of mental health issues that mirror the physical pandemic...
Every day, I live with ill mental health... I try to be better than I was before; stronger and more agile and more resilient and more adaptive, and perhaps most importantly of all, more aware...
Self awareness is everything. Ignorance is the greatest enemy that we face, as individuals and as a society at large. The simplest way to meet ignorance is with a questing intellect that desires a journey...
And there's no time like the present, during these dark and dreary times, to increase our awareness, to spread out tendrils of curiosity throughout the world wide web or the dark quiet corners of our gardens, all to explore, to observe, to reason, to become ever more awakened in our awareness... in short, to LIVE...
The chaos of these current times has existed in my own mind since the age of about 8 years old, though probably much longer... I suffered terribly from night terrors, sleep-walking and other oddities from the age of 3 to the age of 8... I have never known peace...
The acceptance of chaos is perhaps the closest I have ever come to the reality of peace... I accept that my mind and mood go further up and down than the accepted "normal"... I accept the very real and practical damage that this brings into my life and the lives of my loved ones... I accept that even with the very best of intentions and all of the hard work in the world, still I will eff things up terribly and still hurt people and myself... I accept the image of myself in the mirror, finally, after years of wanting to punch every mirror in sight...
I don't accept all that is wrong in this world... I still fight against much of reality... but you have to pick your fights...
It reminds me of an old Deep Purple song... "See the blind man, shooting at the world; bullets flying..."
I am not wise enough to know which stone to pick up and contemplate to cast, living in the glass house that I do...
Just some odd thoughts from my odd noodle... thank you to everyone who shares their words here on this thread, this forum, this Internet... as we express ourselves, we explore ourselves... our words teach us much about ourselves... they are a window to our very soul...
From my own personal experience of pain in my life, if we are brave enough to look beyond, the rewards far exceed the risk...
Much love and respect to the community...
‎27-04-2020 10:26 PM
‎27-04-2020 10:26 PM
Hi all,
Oh my... what a year... here in the Land of Oz we had a week after the bushfire crisis officially ended before the coronavirus crisis officially started...
Whew! I'm glad we had that nice little holiday! That week of post-panic rest was pure bliss...
For me, surprisingly little has changed during this current crisis... I am a self-employed electrical engineer and technical writer... my semi-essential work for an essential utility continues unabated... here I am, working from home 40 hours a week, self isolated in my home office as I usually am... it feels surreal, strange, post-apocalyptically Mad Max-like emotionally...
But of course, remaining unaffected emotionally is impossible, especially for those of us who are naturally sensitive...
So... here are a few snippets of poetry I have written this year, in my efforts to process and cope with the new realities of life as we know it... I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them... hugs and happy vibes beaming to everyone...
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Downhill Racing
Losing hope
Is a slippery slope.
9th January, 2020.
Mind Gold
The alchemy of the mind
Allows lead to be transformed to gold;
Still heavy, but full of light and worth.
There is a profound joy to be found
On the other side of tragedy;
Our own worst enemies bested.
9th January, 2020.
Life As A Wakeup Call
I am.
Damn.
12th January, 2020.
Time As Revealed In The Mirror
I embrace
My face
As it shows
Each trace
Of all of my joys and sorrows.
17th January, 2020.
The One True God
Talk to me not of your gods.
The only god is Death,
And each day we pray to Him.
18th January, 2020.
In The Land Of Hedon
I'm just here journaling our self-made Armageddon
Whilst savouring the sensual feasts of Hedon.
20th January, 2020.
How Do You Feel When You Ignore Suffering
?
20th January, 2020.
The True Nature of Evil
You misunderstand evil.
Evil is when you think
You can decide how
Another should live.
There are only a few
Not guilty of the violence
Inherent in this evil.
31st January, 2020.
Truth
All we are is sand
Held too tightly in the hand.
31st January, 2020.
Stargazing
I'm just out here communing
With the infinite peace of the universe.
31st January, 2020.
‎28-04-2020 11:26 AM
‎28-04-2020 11:26 AM
Love your writing, as always @Silenus esp. The Land of Hedon.
So good to see you.
‎28-04-2020 12:29 PM
‎28-04-2020 12:29 PM
‎28-04-2020 08:27 PM
‎28-04-2020 08:27 PM
Gotta love a good bit of hedonism, @eth ... 😄
Lovely to be here amongst lovely people... hugs and happy vibes beaming your way...
‎28-04-2020 08:33 PM
‎28-04-2020 08:33 PM
‎28-04-2020 09:02 PM
‎28-04-2020 09:02 PM
It's been an odd journey, these past months... my hypomania and ObSeSsIvE cOmPuLsIvE dIsOrDeR get a little over the top when external stress and triggers drop by unannounced...
I fly too high, and the laser-beam focus of my obsessions compel me to be all-too-orderly in these times of disorder...
As always, the written word gets me through...
Here's snippets from my feverish scratchings of February 2020... thanks for reading...
Society Is Not Like True Justice
A person alone
Is less trustworthy
In society's eyes.
The loners are always
Discriminated against.
One person
No alibi
Two people
Alibi.
What would you call
That kind of discrimination?
It's not based on race,
So it isn't racist.
It's not based on gender,
So it isn't sexist.
Maybe it's just
Social-ist...
4th February, 2020.
Fate Is Not Truth
On all sides
Everyone knows
Everyone's fate.
And yet
They can't all be right.
4th February, 2020.
The Perspective of Evil
I am told that Kristallnacht
Was good for the
Street sweepers and glaziers.
4th February, 2020.
Third Eye Blind
I looked upon the brightness of my soul
And it burnt out the retina of my third eye;
I tried to make my incomplete self whole,
Without ever answering why I fry.
7th February, 2020.
Not Anger; Nature
Look at the majesty
Of the slate grey sea.
10th February, 2020.
Victory Never Ends Suffering
For those cleaning up the battlefields,
Does it really feel like victory?
12th February, 2020.
Reality
The atrocity is carried out
In broad daylight;
You avert your eyes.
Nobody else seems to notice.
13th February, 2020.
The Irrational National
Politicians love emotions,
For that is where rhetoric and populism live.
This is why politicians fear science,
For it is rational, and facts do not forgive...
19th February, 2020.
The Trance Of Ignorance
(or How The World Was Lost)
In all of human maritime history
It really is no great mystery
That nobody has yet sailed and been hurled
Off the edge of the world.
And yet there are still people that
Vehemently believe the Earth is flat...
19th February, 2020.
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