Mind over matter

 Thinking and thoughts is not seen but it can be heard if said.

When being alone it is hard to know if anyone is feeling the same if not similar.

Like you are thinking even over thinking in a lonely world, day and night.

This can be whether is negative or positive thinking or both.

Thinking can get too much it can be hard to sleep.

The lights are off and everything is dark and you hear the clock tricking.

Your mind is talking to you, over talking, overthinking.

To like or love others.

To love or and like someone you to like or and love yourself.

Believe I am still learning even though I love someone and he loves me, I have friends too.

When most people let  you down they put all the blame on you and no blame on themselves.

It is human nature that it takes two to tango, we are all human, we all make mistakes but that doesn’t mean we are to blame or and not to blame for everything.

Most people think they don’t do anything wrong and someone else does, which is wrong of them.

This can take someone a long time to be themselves again.

Liking and loving yourself is not vein, it is believing in yourself and being yourself again.

With learning to be and the right support meaning people who believe in you, you can bounce back and be that person again you were before the wrong people to you damaged or tried to damage you.

Do not give up.

This poem well these words are not for me but for everyone.

I know it is easy for me to say, what do I know but what I say I mean with all my heart, keep strong and stay live.

I know that life can kick you in the teeth so many times, we can all stand up for life and our rights.

Do not give up, at times the light can get dark however long or short till it becomes bright, which can happen when you least expect it.

It just take time, hang in there, you will never know if you don’t.

It is very unlikely I am wrong but I am not saying I am right either.

I am not lying to be sure to promise either that everything is going to be alright but I believe in your strength and you to stay alive.

I may not have answers but I believe you will find a way to stay alive.

I can’t promise you it will pass, I would be lying if Said I was sure I can promise.

I believe you will move forward some way, some how, some day.

I will truly say nothing really goes away but heals in time.

I believe in you and your strength, believe me, I would not lie, please stay strong and alive, you are brave, you are working hard, doing a good job to keep going.

What we lean.

No one is to blame for anything, no guilt, no shame etc.

We need positives in life people and things as possible 

Sadly we cannot avoid negativity altogether it but it teaches us lessons of life people and things, well it intends to.

The wrong people tend to think they can knock us, but little they know we get back up again.

We just need to try not to go down the wrong roads again, we need to go to or and find the right roads.

People who let us down are not to blame, shame etc, they just bring down people who don’t deserve to be bought down, which as I said they don’t know those of us they try to hurt or and hurt bounce back.

Those people you do not feel sorry for them in a sympathy way, you feel sorry for them because they cross harmless people not the harmful ones, where cannot tell the difference.

Interducion to my words

 Twenty - five  to thirty years of words not poetry 

My first poem was not a poem but words

 it was a rhyming out of time.

My first lines of verse  in words was rubbish but

 I never knew it was a rubbish rhyming.

It was not a poem it was words that 

meant to be a rhyming just rubbish

 coming out of my mind.

A rhyming especially for you

 to the first night I saw, 

I liked you and like a fool 

I thought you liked me.

Little did I realized

 I was wrong, 

I should have known 

you cannot win

 them all even I was twenty 

three thirty years ago.

Whatever I was thinking I don’t 

know but all the same

 I just happened to 

wrote a rhyming

 rhyme about you.

I thought I liked you

  before I

 even spoken to you.

I was wrong to think we were

 to be for each other.

At least I thought I know

 it all by thinking

 you liked me which was 

not to be.

Sorry I was too blind to see.

Little did I realize there

 was not you for me.

Without your advice on

 things I would 

not have got through

 as you helped

 me out on some silly 

old moo moo moo.

I wanted to return the favor 

back if anything 

was bothering you.

Sorry for those

 silly words that

 make no sense.

As your name is

 Andy I thought

 you could be my Andy

 Pandy, and 

I wanted to be 

your Loopy Loo,

 if you wanted me too.

With my state of mind at the time

 I was loopy Loo.

I wanted to write pages

 and pages about you.

I know I have a disability and

 I am a bit slow but I live and like 

everyone else I just take longer.

It was just a bad dream.

It was just a bad dream 

I was in another world.

It was all in my mind as put 

my head in the sand

 as I was blind to the world.

I was too blind to see

 to the point the truth 

hurt but it was hard

 to snap out of so

 I was in my own thoughts

 not knowing if I 

Should was right 

or wrong.

It seemed as if my 

whole world was dark 

and the was no light and

 I couldn’t see the bright.

I thought to myself

 there must be a bright 

light somewhere.

As I tried to turn that bright

  light but it  

would not turn on as 

if the bulb had gone. 

Therefore everything 

seemed all dark.

I felt as if everyone was

 staining at me as if I

 was going mad.

The world seemed

 full of couples 

even though it

 was not.

 I felt so alone 

but as time 

went I realized 

I was not.

I found it hard to 

fright back the tears, 

the fears inside 

my eyes and mind.

Saying nothing was

 my peace of mind 

and watching the 

world go by.

I was so wrong to built

 my hopes up

 that he would change

 his mind,

 what made me think

 he was going to as 

I foolishly wasted 

so much time?

People weren’t

 the problem, 

it was me I was

 too blind to see.

I must have been out of my

 mind at the time.

Therefore’ I let people talk

 how they liked.

I felt like living in sin, 

seemed to be right.

Listen not just see

 Forward-thinking.

Being unsuccessful does not make you a failure.

Most people may think they are, which is not good which encourages them to think not good about themselves where you need to empower them to try to think good about themselves not bad of themselves.

We all make mistakes, no one is perfect but don’t let it get you down or them.

If something isn’t working out for them it is not your fault, your doing your best.

Just don’t put them in danger where they can report you, and remember your safety matters too, you have the right to report that if you feel they are putting you in danger or if they are a concern for one of you or both.

Your job is not to wave a magic wand for them and make everything perfect cause there is no perfect life to help them to help themselves but also they need to help you to help them.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

What seems far away may be closer than what they think.

Try not to give up the way forward maybe sooner than what it seems.

Mental illness speaks.

Fear, worry, panic, scared of what may happen.

It controls the world and the mind but does not speak or an excuse for everything and every way a person is.

In most ways, we are our own person and even people.

Death hurts those who are left behind but we need to learn how people are feeling inside to feel as if they don’t want to live, where really they want to end their pain, not their lives.

Never judge what they say.

Never misunderstand them for being selfish when they are not.

The truth is they see no way of coping with what bothers them or living with it, having to bother with it when understandably they don’t want to.

However may something as basic as loneliness or and just feeling very negative, which may for no reason at all, this is something else we must not judge as no one, not even the person knows why they feel as they do. 

Never force them to speak if they don’t wish to, they may want to speak to someone they know, they don’t know or they may feel they can talk to no one, which concerning but the thing is forcing.

However, you can suggest support to them like mental services, websites, etc but if they don’t accept anything they know for their health and safety you need to report to someone or somewhere in the mental health field.

If they are speaking to someone this could be a counselor, emotional supporter, a friend, or a family member, you must not interfere with that but if they choose to tell you that is their choice.

Poetry not words say.

Poetry says nothing but words.

Words say nothing but poetry.

Words and sentences either make sense or don’t.

There must be a purpose in one’s mind to write.

To say what one thinks, say, feels, reacts, behaves,s, etc.

The voice speaks of thoughts and words with or without sound, with and without writing.

Whether the weather.

Wet and damp rain, January again.

Ducks drinking in the lake as the rain pours heavily at South Salem New York.

There was the deer eating on top of the hill.

Suddenly there was fog and mist with no lake and hills to be seen.

The snow had been on Christmas eve and Day.

It went and came back in the New year.

Anxiety

Thinking and overthinking.

Life seems like a roller coaster of good and bad.

Even the build-up of the good like studying, driving lessons, tests, or exams can build up Anxiety when you want to pass and when you worry about failing, which is a natural reaction.

Not at rest unless we pass.

Questioning why we are here, why we worry and fear.

Finding it hard to see the positive out of the negative.

We, humans, fight with the mind.

What is the point of life, life is going on?

Think again we have so much to live for, even though it may not seem like it to most of us at times.

Words in mind, not poems or poetry.

I just write words that come to mind.

Words that say and mean something, it doesn’t have to be poems or poetry.

Just what think about life and what we say.

What we write, what we speak.

Young, teenage, adult, middle age, old, new poems, and poets.

Lockdown.

It was like we were prisoners in our homes.

Only leaving our homes for important reasons.

Not saying it was wrong in health and safety but increased mental health.

We all felt sad time after time.

It was not in one’s mind that we felt as if we were going out of our minds.

It was no joke, it was a crisis of our lives.

It happened any time, any place anywhere.

The empty feeling of loneliness.

Under, sleeping eating, drinking, hopeless, helpless, useless, and so forth.

Yes, it can be serious but most of us got through others did not.

Yes, very true the world is not all black and white.

Neither all happy, sad, laughing mad, etc, we are all milder of assorts.

Flighting the mind

 It is not one sided

Life is not all negative, it can be positive too.

From grey Rainey days to yellow sunny days.

When not said never judge one’s thought, feelings, reactions, behaviors etc if not shown.

Maybe one is just feeling alone with nothing going in one’s life it doesn’t mean one isn’t doing their best to do things to pass the time away.

Not everything helps everyone.

Unknown random thoughts can keep one awake at night, for hour from when they turn out the light.

Nothing goes right all the time.

Northing goes wrong all the time.

It is okay to say you are okay and okay to say your not okay.

There could be struggles along the way but never give up.

Tomorrow is another day.

Our minds and us

 Northing is new.

Northing is new even when it is new.

When you think of everything you go through, the next thing is no worse than the last, which is not the case but we learn to live with things, where everything can seem seem worse than what is.

Everything seems easy said than done at times.

Fear seems like the worse thing in the world unless we pick up courage to take step but we can’t always can with everything, which can vary to each of us.

Northing I guess is impossible even though it may seem like it.

Like those who think we can do whatever even though we may feel as if we can’t.

 No such word as can’t so many say, which doesn’t seem the case with everything for everyone.

The fear of panic is not a nice feeling but if achieved we wonder what it was all about.

Even more so when there are limits of what you can do.

There are words, there are not.

Everyone has words to write or and to speak.

Sometimes we can think, other times we cannot.

Either way it doesn’t make us dumb or thick.

We are human, we need believe in ourselves and others in our lives.

Everyone has something to tell but should have a choice if they say or not.

Unless it is really necessary to be known or not to be known.

Depending what it is and maybe limits.

Beat the voice.

Does your mind talk to you?

Does your mind row with you?

Are you at positive and negative with yourself as much you are with life around you, or is it me, am I crazy and mad alone in this, surely not.

Sometimes it speaks, shouts, even yells whispers to me, like my mind is chatting to me as well as thinking.

Bells rings inside me to try and make me dwell.

I can hear it but no one else can, which is why I write most things down.

I will be open to all to say even if you all think I am mad and crazy to say I answer myself back.

It won’t upset me, whether you all think or not it is the first sign of madness but don’t judge others they may think differently to me.

I know it can be hard to take what you hear, but this what I have faced since childhood, some things what are said in my head, I have learned to said no notice what is said in my head.

Like is a load of nonsense, like my mind is another person.

It is not all hurtful talk, it is all not negative but most is.

If anyone faces the same try writing it down for yourself if not no one else etc, your choice.

It is like staining in the mirror looking at yourself or someone else.

Try not to feel ashamed, you have nothing to feel ashamed of, you are not crazy or mad.

No one should judge you.

Do not let the negativity control you or boss you about.

Easy said than done,  I know try not to, try to be strong.

Anxiety tries to over power you, it is not easy but try not to let it.

You are not alone I face it too.

Don’t let it inside you.

It tries to get inside you even physically as well as mentally like an evil monster.

It tries to eat you up inside.

Body and mind, inside you gut.

Where is saying negative and you need to say positive.

For example I am going to fail this exam.

No I am not I am going to pass.

Take a deep breath to get things off the chest, try not to stress.

I know easy to say but please try.

Positive thinking.

Do what is positive to you.

Do what you enjoy.

Like write, read, poetry, study, stories, journal, book novel, diary, magazine, exercise, spot, art, crafts etc.

Depression can try to fight with you and stop from focusing on what you enjoy, try not to let it.

It make you feel empty, sadness, lack of interest, eat and sleep more and less.

Tiredness, over and under, feeling hopeless, useless, anxious, irritated, guilty, aches, pains and more.

Try to do or and think more positive if and when you can.

You are not mad, crazy or sad, it is mental illness not you.

Interducing words not poetry

 Interducing words not poetry.

The world of words and meaning where there is so many. 

Words are what we see, think, feeling even say.

Even those of us who cannot read, and write have a mind, words, story, pictures etc in mind to what goes on around us and imagination too.

Never treat someone thick and dumb if they cannot read, write and speak, their mind is no different to those of who can read, write and speak.

I am no poet because not much of my work is published but I have words that express not only my thoughts but what is going on around me.

Like the wet weather filling up the lake as the ducks drink.

The lake reflects like a mirror of the view around the lake, blue sky turning into a rainbow, with white clouds and green grass mountainside, it is no art but words and poetry.

It is just the pictures in my mind.

As I write by the wood logged fire on cold January day, with the curtains closed as the dark evening comes in, till the morning light to bright.

Do you see anything in our mind?

I see the words in my mind that make sense but don’t make sense on paper.

Writing is a art and even can be drawing and or painting, pictures etc.

What you may see people, places, buildings, items etc.

Water mirror is around three as if you can see yourself looking at you or and someone is looking at you, as you close and open your eyes.

I am alone on this one, meaning I am crazy and mad or does anyone or others face the same?

Smile and laugh on the outside, sadness on the inside.

Yellow smile and laughing  on the outside’s ,as if most people think you are a joke but many laugh and smile with you, think you are okay.

Tears of grey rain on the inside, feeling blue hiding away the pain or and sadness like a shower of rain.

It is a no win situation, when it comes to most people’s reactions where people may think you lie and even think you are fake, which not the case, if you show you are happy and you are okay when your not really.

If you show how you really truly feel most others think you are always negative, one should never judge what they don’t see.

It makes sense to why not everyone is said but yes I know not the case with everyone.

Some things pass others don’t so let’s be heard not just seen.

Also, people have the rights to privacy so please respect that but raise concerns of the people’s health and safety or and yours to others if you cannot deal with it and let people know you are going to and reasons why.

My words will never be a poem, song or and music.

I can write words not poetry because I am not published.

I sure can’t sing or play music but I can listen and read words, therefore I cannot read music.

I have stories in mind but makes no sense as far as publishers are concerned but not sure about reader.

However’ I guess you all think different to one another.

I am no one special, I am me but I am special needs, I am myself, I cannot be anyone else.

Writer’s writing.

Everyone is a writer but everyone is published or wants to be or even can be.

Not all of us make sense to publishers and even to one another but we all have story, words, sentences to tell.

The world would be boring if we all that same thoughts and the same things to say.

This maybe words, poems, stories, novels, plays or and so fourth.

No one has to be famous to write.

Mind

To think

To research 

To talk

To speak 

What is on your mind?

Some things we may say may make sense, others won’t make no sense well with me anyway, I talk well write rubbish, I am a work of art  may be not, all in a strange way.

No one will now play with my mind.

They are either with me or they are not.

They either like me or they don’t.

They either love me or they don’t.

First signs of silly games I am off.

I don’t distrust and think everyone is a problem but I am on my guard.

I was soft before but not anymore, I was soft for long enough but I am not hard either, I am not someone I 

Am not, I am just me.

What you see is what you get.

I am no different to a lot of us apart from my special needs but I am not the only special needs person in the world, there are many of us.

We may be slow but we are no foals, learn as much as you but may take however longer, so enough is enough to those who think we are nothing no one but we are yourselves like you are, yourselves.

Keep going

 Time

Hang on in there, keep going you are doing great.

Be patient, give yourself your time.

You can get through whatever it is.

Unless you have been there, it is hard for one to understand what it is like and what one is going through.

We think sadness never comes to an end, easy said than done.

Easy to understand when as time goes on where wonder what all the worry was about but never forgotten.

Don’t get me wrong it never goes but we learn to live on but is understood not everyone can.

It is hard to believe, we know.

Stay in there, be strong, we know it is easy for us to say.

It is hard for you to believe, we understand but we have there, which is hard for us to believe too but never forgotten.

You will live again, like we did too, you are not alone even though it feel like you are,  many other people are there too.

We have all been through negatives in many different ways to one another.

Please stay with us including us who love you all in different ways.

It may be hard to say and see but your life means a lot, you are here for a good reason and you matter to everyone.

 No matter what and who we are, we are meant to live so are you.

Despite of negative wall falling on us, we all get up again because there are positives too.

Everyone in different ways.

Keep strong, you are doing great.

Words and or poetry is therapy

 Misunderstood words and  or poetry

Mental illness doesn’t necessarily make you sad, angrily or and mad all the while.

It doesn’t mean whatever you do for example; your words or and poems are boring.

Never judge a book by its cover, no one is saying smoking, drinking, drugs etc is good even those who do them will say not good, life can take people in different ways but they are not an excuse either.

Never  tell someone  to start or stop doing something, never tell someone not to do or do but advice, suggest but let them know what could happen if they go one way or the other.

That doesn’t and does mean you be talented, for example rubbish words or and poetry.

However’I live my life writing words not poems.

Poetry you make me brave.

I have come out of the dark into the bright light.

It has been a long road and a long fight.

I never I thought I had the strength to get through.

I thought for the rest of my life would bit me with a fright.

In time I realized that life is not all black and white.

If I can get through so can you, which seems for you to do, like it seem hard for me to do.

Life

Life is a goal to aim for positive things.

your time is a good healer.

When no one other than you can tell you what to achieve and when.

This can be because some things are hard and can even take longer to achieve.

Do not let others order you what to do and when to do it.

Introduction to words or and poems

 

You saw me swimming in the sea.

You saw me swimming in the water.

You saw me swimming in the sea a a child.

You stood close to me so I did not swim far away, I could not get back.

There I was sitting on the wet sand by the sea with my bucket and spade, building sand castles.

Follow your heart.

So much distance between us, country and street, which is hard for you and me to see until we meet, even if it is in the spring.

I just write.

I just write the lines whatever goes through my mind at the time.

I have no idea if the words I write whether anyone likes.

I don’t if anything I say interests anyone or not.

The day started off with rain, then when it stopped everywhere was damp, when I looked through the window.

As I saw the mirror reflection of the view of the mountains, trees so brown and green if you know what  I mean, such a beautiful seam.

The blue sky and yellow sun rises.

My words come to mind.

I can’t sing, only listen to singers and bands who play and sing music.

I write the words that may or may not be a poem.

I write to ease my anxious and chatty mind.

At the same time I like to interest but I can’t say I do or always do because I don’t know what does.

I love poetry and word but far as I am aware I write words.

My work is not poetry but I love poetry from poets to read and be inspired, it is not about the money.

Speak your mind

 Dis ability words : dis ability poetry

Dis is the difficulty, the struggles of our lives, that we all have, no one is perfect and no one is good at everything, just that we have a more struggles than other people and they slow us down where need more help than other peoples but we don’t struggle with everything.

Like everyone different people in different ways.

The ability is our strength again different people in different ways.

Words and poetry speak.

Hold on to your thoughts that go through your mind at any time.

Think what you decide to think, say what you are going to say, write what you are going to write.

Not always the thought comes back so write it down if you wish to say it whatever it may be.

The mind hides from  the words or and poem.

I just want to write words or and a poem.

 I have no words at all.

 When I have words they come out as rubbish words.

Therefore’ the mind hides behind the words or and poem, which shuts up or and goes blank, when I am in the mood to write.

Strong mind

You chewed me up and spat me out, you made me want to shout.

You knocked me down and I got back up again.

I am still alive maybe I am not strong in my body but I am in my mind.

You did not break me in the end, even though it feel that way.

I lose no tears or sleep over you anymore.

I have been back to myself quite a long time now.

Now I will stay that way.

January 

January is normally a dull month for us so don’t let it get to us.

It is raining in the lake as the ducks drink the rain and lake water despite of the black clouds and grey sky.

Already there are some green leaves on some trees.

Winter has  handy started but spring is on its way. 

Words or and poem of life.

Comparing love with a summertime.

Comparing tears to rain.

However’ fire burns hot as ice is freezing cold, where turns to cold water that puts out the hot fire.

What we write.

Write the words on the leaves of the trees.

Therefore’ it may help with the writer’s.

The words are Poe.

The leaves are the tree.

Poe tree.

The branches of the tree hold the leaves.

You can write what you think: think what you write.

I love you so much.

I may not show it but I do love you so much.

Not seeing you in person is hard enough, I understand why despite the fact I love you so much.

I am very concerned about you and your health despite the fact I see you online.

I also, miss you so much.

Never think I don’t think anything for you because I do, I am just trying to accept thing as  do, I do so much cause  I love so much, having you in my life makes me so strong.

Words of the mind

 Thoughtless minds.

No shame in being thoughtless, one’s mind can be else where.

We just may feel guilty because we may be slower than other people but disability and mental health is no excuse for everything but it doesn’t help ways of coping.

Where things can slips one’s mind.

Whatever we do and say disability and mental health can be hard for others to understand.

We all have faults and make mistakes but some more than others.

Everyone is human but disability and mental health is real.

I did not see the light.

You left me with sorrow but little did I realized I would get over you tomorrow.

I couldn’t see the light of day till a long time one day.

I never thought I would be happy without you no way but now I say I would never be with you again.

My tears for you were like a flood of rain to a point I used to cry myself to sleep.

Now you have meant nothing to me for a long time.

Madness to think one person can damage someone’s mind but no more do you.

At war with ones mind.

I must write the lines of what I must do and mustn’t.

The mind is full of positive and negative things.

The mind is like war with feelings and thoughts as it rows and it is nice to itself.

Come out of the darkness into the light.

As the sun shines bright.

Mindfulness

 Training the mind.

Think from dull to light, bright to the morning light.

Write lines what you should and shouldn’t do from negative to positive to train your mind.

Words are a type of therapy, write away right away, whatever you may say, write what say and write.

Never worry about others think but you can ever chase fame, let it come to you if it is going to.

If needs be write pen to paper where no one can see.

Who knows what words may bring when you don’t except it?

Free writing 

Time to clear your mind at time to what is  and or isn’t going on at the time.

With what you write without thinking about it as you chase the thoughts in your mind, 

which never comes if you chase them.

Also, writer’s block happens at times when you cannot think what to write so maybe research, even stop writing for a while until you can think what to write again.

Just keep writing even if it is rubbish.

We all have times nothing makes sense.

Keep going something will make sense one day, just give yourself time and space..

I have been writing words twenty five to thirty years nothing still makes sense.

 As my Gran used to say a watching pot never boils.

It doesn’t mean it has to be showed or and published, just write what you write, whatever you are thinking at the time.

Writing s about life around us in each and every subject.

Poetry 2022 to 2023

 Two sides.

Two sides to every thought, feeling, thinking, behavior, reaction and so forth.

On the outside is a positive smile, maybe  a laugh, happy even jokes.

On inside the negative is not showing, sadness is not a lie or fake.

It is ones way of managing ones life without putting on others.

Feeling negative with or without a reason is possible.

Bring positive to try to cope.

Try to bring what one enjoys but remember it works for some people not others.

Just them their say and their rights.

Covid has been a crisis that has affected everyone in different ways as we were all over protected from 

the outside world, as much as it was for our own good as far as health and safety is concerned, it increased

Our mental health so much.

Never feel ashamed of how you think, feel, even behave and react etc, just don’t take it out on others s or yourself, get help and support my advice to you.

Feeling as if  you are coming to an end is not a good way to feel but understandable as you feel if there is no easy way.

I know it is easy for me to say but there are other ways, that you may not see there are where really you think you want to end you life, when really you want to end yours pain.

Righty so you must thinking with me saying what I am saying, who are you to say, you don’t know me.

I know it is hard to believe but I have been slimlar  if not same where you are now.

Not everyone does not get through, yes I know it is hard for those left behind, who love and likes us etc,we understand but what the world needs to learn to understand why people feel, think, react, behave etc as they do.

The can be a reason, some, many or none at all, like loneliness, the winter months etc.

, which can vary from person to person.

Just because someone may feel as if life is coming to an end, doesn’t necessarily mean it will happen through what is happening through the now.

There is not always a dark side.

One thing is most people fears of reactions of others.

Most people misunderstand people as selfish cause of leaving others behind.

Saying they were going end their lives they would do it without telling anyone.

I remember a time with things on my mind keeping me awake  to a point I cried myself to sleep.

The cloud were grey and black to a break rain to blue sky and sunshine.

Like the black cloud between my eyes, I had no idea why.

I knew Covid was not the reason.

Yet I did and did not face people.

I knew and believed the sadness would pass  back to happiness like a raise of sunshine.

It was such a dark feeling into a bright feeling, it was crazy as I had no reason to feel as I did.

Northing was upsetting me really other than loneliness and tiredness.

The poem with and without words.

The poet, the poem, words, voice of mind.

Whether you are a child, teenager, young, adult old.

Speak of people, places, streets so fourth.

The parrot.

I felt him standing on my shoulder as he was walking around, talking and singing away.

Saying “ shut up Harry” to himself.

There I felt a break rubbing across my neck and my ears as I felt his month bit as my ear bled.

“Ouch” I said.

It is not meant to be a poem.

Words not meant to be a poem but words.

Just the thoughts of my mind or nothing at all but my blank mind.

Words reading in-between the lines of my mind, written from pen, ink and paper.

Where do I begin?

Where do I come from?

Did I appear from the sky?

Am I a figure of imagination?

I am no one special I am just me, but it is not all about me, it is all about all of you too.

I hope you can see, word’s just come to mind, I just write and nothing makes a lot of sense what is said.

The mind speaks for its self.

Does your mind talk to you?

My mind talks to me.

My mind is never quiet or blank.

Maybe be the most silliest things go through my mind.

Those things going round and round all the time bother me.

I used to drink a lot think it would drown my sorrows, what a big mistake when my problems we’re still there tomorrow.

Loneliness is too much time to think as thoughts race through one’s’ mind.

Never judge the way someone seems, you can’t see what is inside their minds.

Clearing the mind for most of us, may bring on less negative thoughts.

Not everyone reacts the same.

Am I crazy, am I alone in this?

Surely not as it is hard believe my voice speaks to me, what about yours to you?

Even no one has heard you.

The voice in your head could be positive, negative or both.

Call me crazy, tell me I am going out of my mind.

Tell me I am going mad and that no one faces the same, tell me I am a lone if I am, surely this is not the case.

If you are, you are not and no one should Judge you, you shouldn’t have to fear what others think, fear,behave, react etc to you.

The snow has been washed away.

It was the 16th December 2022, Rainey white sky as the snow washed away  as the deers were eating the trees yesterday as one deer got left behind and struggled to get over the gate to find the other deers.

There was no fog but mist, yet the water lake turned to ice before the rain.

Just wet green grass.

Words meant to be.

Our minds voices of us, however old and young.

We write what we think and speak from the mind.

I write right away until my mind goes blank.

With black ink and white paper.

Words and sentences that make messy sense or no sense at all.

For one to say ones thoughts at an age.

Days, months, years etc to come.

Soon darker days and nights turn to light and bright.

Interducing 2023

Sorry I have not written on here since before Christmas, but to make for that I will be putting on my poem from 2022 to 2023 plus last year was  twenty - five to thirty ears since I start writing poetry. Happy new year everyone sorry it is late.

Reasons for this post is a read a report saying the NHS phone lines in the UK are lacking to support to where people reaching turning are leaving messages down answer phones where it takes ages for professionals to reply or not at all.

Mental health emotional wellbeing affecting thinking, feeling behaviors, reactions and more but not all is down to mental health. Mental health is good when life is mostly positive for us. Most of us are sensitive to lot of negative, which can happen to anyone at any where most people face mental illnesses. For eg; anxiety and depression.

Causes of mental illness for eg; trauma, emotional situations, abuse, friendships, relationships, family rows, break ups, career problems, losses, money, housing problems, moving house, stress, presaged, no real reason and more.

Treat and support counseling, therapy, emotional support, hobbies, interest, careers, exercise or  and more people may enjoy.

Most people tend to think those who face mental illness are always negative people, which is not the case. With some people you will come across this, others you won’t, to see someone smile doesn’t necessarily mean they feel happy in one’s life same it is possible the other way round but not necessarily in everyone. People can face mental illness in different ways but not necessarily everything is down to mental illnesses in everyone, it can vary from person to person or and many reasons or no reason at all.

For eg; including comics such Tony Hancock, mental illness is no laugh or a joke, it can be serious in most but not in every case or everyone. What if whatever is increases it is a health and safety risk and concern, it doesn’t mean anything serious will happen to everyone but does not mean it won’t either.

No one should have to hide from fear but no one should be forced to talk either but a health and safety risk if one doesn’t get things off their chest either. Very often most people fear people’s reactions, some may perfume to talk to people they know and other perfume to talk people they don’t know, may other reason most people may not open up.

How everybody is thinking, feeling etc is not an easy one for everyone to talk about. Also everyone has their rights to their privacy as as many other reason too etc, it is not always known why most people don’t talk.  Like I said no one is forced to talk, others say their own time and others not at all.  The worse thing is to force people to talk but nothing likely to change for the better if they don’t. 

Mental illness can be serious but not always the case with everyone. Can be concerning if not spoken about as things could increase for the worse.

Everyone should be aware  that losing someone can be concerning to friends, family etc and there should be should be support for those who have lose people to deaths of suicide and others causes of death too.

However the should more help and support to those  who are facing the turning point feeling suicidal and all causes to the end of life. 

However’ reactions of society  is understandable to why most people may struggle to open up, where whatever is on the mind increases where it could be a risk of concern.