Monday, 17 December 2018

ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION POEMS.

The Disabled character.

I'm a disabled character
What do you think when you look at me?
Who made me and why?
Is there's a character in me?
Why did you bring this disabled world to me?
My disability may be hidden but believe me, I'm disabled so do not judge me or others like me?

Don't judge anyone at all

Disabled people are as human-like anyone.

Are you seeing the positive as well as the negative when you look at disabled people?

I'm not a poet or storyteller I just write words that mean everything or nothing at all.
You see a human being who is not very wise no more or less than anyone.
Everyone including disabled people and other people should be equal to society. 

No one is completely useless or perfect either.
We are what we are and who we are.

As a human being, I am sitting here still.
I'm a human baby, child, and teenager inside an adult who came into this world just like with or without a reason.
Like you I keep trying to achieve my goals.
Did you ever you used to notice the things I used to do like losing a sock and shoe?
In all of us, there's still that baby and child, dribbling, losing stockings and shoes even though adulthood however young and old we may be.
Do you still see the baby in me? Late 20th  to early 21stcentury



I’m human like everyone.

If you open your eyes god I'm a disabled person who has or should the right to live my life the same as other people and that's the same for other disabled people too.

I will tell you as the human being sitting here all through my childhood I could not see a brother and sister with me till I was thirteen.
It was the beginning of my teenage years when my baby sister came to me.

No sign of my Father until I was twenty - one all my family was there for me from birth.

When I was a young girl of sixteen I used to dream of wings underneath my feet dreaming of the man I'd marry, how wrong was I to think such a thing. I was just too blind to see but what will be. Never say never there's still time for me but I have also learned not to build my hopes up you see.

When I was twenty - eight I thought my life was over I thought it was too late, even though I was in love with a man who wasn't right for me.
I may go through pain in my life like everyone else but I pick myself up and move on. 
Now I love the man who is for me
Late 20TH – 21ST Century


Time.

I believe I have now met the man who for me
Who knows what the future will be.
When I was a young woman of thirty I thought I'd live a normal life to be.
I thought by the age of thirty I'd be rearing young of my own but now I have seen the world today it's not a safe world for children to be.
Being disabled is stopping rearing children like everyone else I just needed the support that was all.
Not everyone is lucky to have their dream home and lover to be which has taught me not to live in fairy-tale land to be.
I must say I have met the love of my who will bond with me to love forever endlessly.
Now I am nearly fifty the years will be rolling fast.
I have walked out on one man who was not meant to last with me but now I have learned to see what happens when tomorrow's door opens.
Who knows where I will be after fifty, will there be the man for me? Late 20th – 21 Century


What’s life all about?

My bright and dark future will be upon me, which I am and not looking forward to it.
To love I am looking forward but for getting old I am not but hopefully I will get wiser.
Loneliness, no loneliness and old age will give me so much to dread and none at all.
While I'm still young enough I will enjoy the life I have yet.
Old age will not make a fool out of me if that was so what a happy and sad character I would be.
I don't expect people to feel sorry for me, old or young I must enjoy life while I am here.

I want my peaceful body crumbled away with happiness and grace but no pain.
Now and again I will look down from heaven to earth to see the people I leave behind who I remember well.
You must accept the fact that we can't live forever.
So open your eyes god open and see, under that disabled person is an able human being and she is a real character in me.
I will still write short stories, novel, play, and romantic poetry. Late 20th century to the early 21st century.








I would love to see myself as Mary poplins'.

Give me a broomstick so I can fly so high up to the sky.
Take me up to heaven for me to look down to say goodbye to earth.
In heaven, I could be happy and high.
Give me a lollypop stick so I can jump up and down from heaven to earth like a Jack in the box.
I will fly around in the sky such a high with my kite on windy days and nights.
I will swim around the sky when it rains.
Oh yes, those will be the days that will never ever end.
Am I thinking about Mary poplins' or Mary Poplins?
There used to be happy days on earth but not anymore. 30.8.2013


Bunny rabbit.
I have sticky out teeth.
I live in a hutch.
I eat carrots.
I can see it in the dark.
I get so bored inside my hutch that I run wild when I am out of it. 28.12.12


World blind.
You say black.
I say white.
No one is wrong or right.
There's just a misunderstanding of one another's minds.
That misunderstanding can cause sadness that can take away ones' choice.
One's' choice of been left out of the rest of the world.
You can do what you want safely without answering to anyone.
You don't feel useless.
You don't feel like hard work to other people.
Despite the world be blind to me, I'm learning something new every day.
Maybe I need more help to learn but I'm not blind in everything.
I still learn the same but different from you. 31.12.2011

Misunderstanding.

Hello, are you there?
Am I speaking to a person?
Can you speak?
No reply, why?
This is never a human?
I can take a while to speak; it may take a while for me to take in what you have just said.
Ok, you think I am rather strange.
You must be strange not to give me time to speak.
What are we on about; we have known one another all our lives?
We still can't communicate.
I know I'm your family member, we know one another since we were born.
We still don't know or understand one another. 31.12.2011




You have walked on me.

I am the path.
I am the sand.
I am the sea.
You walk on me or swim inside me.
I am your water to cool you down.
I'm in the middle, you are all around me.
You’re lying on me.
 You’re standing on me.
You all make the world a bigger place than it seems to be.
You are all overcrowding me.
I can't breathe.
It's like I can't join or fit in.
You will make fun of me because I can't join in with you all. 31. 12 . 2011


I will be on my own.
I will be on my own.
My company isn't good enough for you.
I am hard work for you.
I need more help than other people.
When no one is where you're wondering why I'm alone.
When people are there you're wondering why they bother with me in case I am hard work for them.
With the limits of what I can do in my life, it's as if I shouldn't have been born.
As if I shouldn't be on this earth.
As if life isn't worth living.
That's where you're wrong when I have my creative talents.
What am I doing now?
I am putting my feelings in poetry and words. 31. 12 . 2011
My secret Valentine.
Please, can I be your Valentine?
I have seen you but I don’t know if you have seen me.
If you want to know who I am please come and find me.
The first day I saw you I really wanted you to be mine until the end of time.
I have only seen you, I don't know your name, I can’t get your face out of my mind, I only hope in it will pass in time.
Whoever you are please be my secret Valentine.
I know you and I are hard to find. 1997


Men talking about women.
Women smoke too much.
Women drink too much.
Women hope for too much.
Women chat too much.
Women worry too much.
Women worry about how they look too much.
Women worry about us men too much.
Women cry too much.
Women work too much.
Women worry about children too much.
Women love men too much.
Really most men look for the kind of people their women are more so than their looks. 1999



Too hard to say goodbye.
It’s too hard to say goodbye once I have seen you.
I know it could be a long time until I see you again.
Never the less no matter how much time I miss you the more it will be worth it to see you again.
Nothing or no one will change the way I feel about you.
It will be lovely to see more of you but not too much but I love all the same however long or short time apart.
No matter how hard it is to say goodbye, my patience never runs out over you. 17.12.2011 – 12. 10.2013



I must walk on before you walk over me.
I am the mat.
I am the floor.
I am to be walked on but not.
I am a human being.
I am the footpath.
I am the sea, no I am not I am me.
You walk all over me if I don’t walk fast enough for you.
You swim with me then always have to beat me.
I’m in the middle; you are around me excepting me to do things to please you all the while.
I’m lying down and you are standing on me.
You are crowding around me, it’s like there’s more of you than there is of me.
I can’t breathe I need a place to sit or stand in a space that’s free.
I can’t join in with you all cause I don’t fit into all your thought.
You will make fun of me because I find it hard to be the same as you.  31.11.2011


Someone, something is behind me.
Someone, something is behind me.
They want me to move fast.
I’m trying to move in time to their speed.
Something or someone that seems nasty is getting closer and closer.
I am taking up their space.
Here I am made to feel useless and guilty again. 31.12.2011


Anxiety.
Everything seems worse than it is whether it is or isn’t.
 There’s too much on the mind 24 hours a day.
The mind never ever rests.
Thoughts go your head over and over again.
Anger seems to build up inside.
You find it hard to sleep at night.
What seems easy for others to deal with isn’t for you.
It may be a worry that will build up in the end.
You may have a reason to worry but you may not.
No matter how hard you try to control that worry you just can’t.
Anxiety and stress are hard to deal with.
The anger and stress are inside you which is hard to control.
Without writing and art, I would have got myself misunderstood even more so.
My writing and art is my way of keeping myself calm.
I fear I may have been dangerous without meaning to be. 31.12.2011
I’m just me.
I’m no clever person but I am not thick either.
I just write what’s going through my mind.
I’m just me a human being like you.
I am nobody special.
I have a career.
I have a life.
I cope alone but I still have the world watching over me. 31. 12.2011

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