COMPUTER CAT COMPUTER 🙀
Computer 🙀 cat where are you at?
Cool computer 🙀.
Purring, eating, mewowing, drinking, doing what cats do.
You are no other cat, you are a pc cat.
What about that?
You can create websites, create and send emails, receive emails,
use software, apps, search engines, computer programs, and more.
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am not anyone. I’m me.
This is not me, this is mental health awareness.
The feeling can be short or long.
Do not worry about me.
I’m real but I know what it is like to not feel oneself.
Some of us can fight to get through this feeling but others can not.
It’s like you are okay but you are not,
like a feeling you don’t want to be here whether you have everything or nothing.
Nothing and no one stops that feeling until it is gone,
for some people, it never does so
let people know you are there for them,
but only be there if or when they let you be.
My life is normal but someone else’s life might not be,
I’m not crying for help but someone else might be.
I am a figure of everyone’s imagination.
I am not here, I am just a handful of dust.
I am a ghost.
I am not a Centre of attention, I do not feel unwanted.
I don’t want to be here and not hear.
I am not ungrateful to life, I am very grateful to life.
I just feel I don’t want to be here and I don’t know why.
My life is good and bad like everyone’s yet it is hard,
even I don’t understand why I feel this way.
Why not live on rainwater?
Maybe the weather has feelings just like us, like whether we are happy or sad.
All the same, the rain doesn’t mean we are sad, although the weather may be sad when it rains like a crying storm.
Although the weather may be happy when it is hot and sunny but not necessarily burning hot as much as freezing cold like us.
However as wet as the water is we get dry like the gardens, grass, flowers, and plants.
We pay an arm and a leg for showers, baths, food, and drink so why not water ourselves with rain like the world around us?
How and how not is the rain safe apart from getting wet?
Everyone can write poetry.
Everyone can make poetry even if you cannot read and write the mind thinks even if you can.
We think, chat, or talk.
Not everyone can or wants to write a poem but we all have thoughts.
A poem is just words that may or may not mean anything.
There are rules for whether words rhyme or not.
We can all talk to each other
so why not write what
we say into a poem.
A poem of mind and voice.
Dis is thy a poem, this is thy a poem.
The mind never shuts up or
thinks nothing at all.
From writer’s block to too
much for one to say for themselves. December 2023
What about that?
You can create websites, create and send emails, receive emails,
use software, apps, search engines, computer programs, and more.
You may not see me, but I see you.
I'm here but I'm not.
You may not see my face
like you once did
You may not hear my voice
like you once did.
Can hear and see you,
Looking down on you.
Think of me as dust in the air
that has disappeared.
I’m asleep in the air and
on the ground all the time.
I’m alive but I cannot
be seen and heard.
Yet I am alive I cannot be
seen and head now but one day
in the future I will be, I won’t but if you
can see and hear me,
when people wouldn’t be able to,
We will be in contact.
For now, I am here to be seen
and heard in life.
I’m still here, and I always will be,
you may not always see
me you won’t hear my voice, but I will hear yours.
Know I am still here but that’s how it will be when I have gone.
As for my poems, they are not poems, they are nothing special, they are just words that don’t really mean anything other than me being me.
Therefore, do what you do or do not want to do with them when I’m gone.
It’s just a load of rubbish I enjoy writing,
which I will keep doing until I’m no longer.
You all mean a lot more to me than I do to myself.
Sorry, I did not mean to be emotional, it is just a feeling that has passed.
In my next life, I may be an animal, a flower, or a plant, a different type of life. December 2023
The storm poems.
Flashes of lighting.
The clack of lighting flashing of white sparks.
Rain running and rushing so fast in the middle of the night faster than water running out the tap.
Wet hair and clothes.
Very frighting.
Time to fly in the sky.
You will hear me blow with the wind when the wind blows the trees from left to right, side to side.
When the wind is blowing really wild the rain, wind and storm.
Think of me as a bird, a kite, or both whether it's day, morning or night.
No one will know where I am, between you and I, I will fly to the moonlight.
I may not be gone I may be soon with you.
I may move from the moon to the sea from night to morning.
As you see me, think of me and how I look at life.
Don't ever think I don't understand or care how hard it is for you.
I just might be yet to be with you for a long to come.
It never makes sense that we are put on this earth to not to be here again.
From children to old people yet some of us don't become old.
Anger with the wind.
Maybe I was wrong to think you left me for someone else.
Maybe it was all in my mind but then you were messing with my mind.
Not knowing whether you loved me or not.
You said you loved me again when I stopped loving you but then I loved you for so long.
I don't think you can cope with me not anymore being your victim of love.
Yet if I did still love you, you wouldn't love me, it was like a game of hide and seek or cat and mouse.
You knew had to make me angry like the stormy rain and wind.
You make me sad because I loved you for so long yet I had to stop loving you to walk away from you altogether.
I hate feeling anger towards anyone but you have made me that way to a point as anger has turned hate which is a very strong word.
It's like you have kicked me inside and cut me up like a knife.
1987 storm.
I put the chicken feed on the trays.
The wind spanned me round as held the trays and the bowls with the chicken feed in.
I bend down to feed the chickens, Miss Coyne said
" Sara move one step as a tree is nearly falling on your head."
I moved away as quick as I could as the rain ran the soil into mud.
When you hear the wind and the rain, think of me flying through the air, but remember, I'm no one special.
Read my words to see how I look at life.
You might only sometimes be happy with what I say but they are my thoughts and feelings to life.
Everyone is different in how they think and feel about life, but some may think the same as others.
Think of me as a bird or a kite or even both.
I don't expect you all to like it.
No one can be liked by everyone.
There are different people.
There are different tastes.
There are different styles.
The world would be a boring place if it were all the same.
Woken by the singing wild wind.
The rain and the wind seemed like a big thing.
This has seemed to be heavy which such a pain on the windowpane is.
The snow snowed with rain but didn't stick.
Hot summers have long gone.
Long cold winters are yet to come.
The weather has a mind of its own just like we human beings.
Very few if not any stars in the sky like it used to be.
There are most things so unknown that so many questions are never ever answered in this life. 23.12014 to December 2024
The world comes to a standstill.
Moving on, moving life.
When a bird moves from standing he or she flies to the nest.
When a dog awakes from his or her bed it's time to eat and drink.
Never give up on life because you will get through one way or the other.
At first, you may feel as if you are going out of your head.
Breakdowns hit some people worse than others.
Be strong, give it time.
You never stand still forever your feelings will change sooner or later because standing still is not the skill.
Life changes like a chapter in a book; there will never be one page or one chapter of your life.
If life stood still forever, it would never be filled. 1997 – 2000
ICE CREAM: SCREAM.
I am an ice cream if you know what I mean.
Just lick me, do not bite me.
I will scream if you know what I mean.
I come in all sorts of favors.
Strawberry, chocolate, mint, and more.
You can have me in a cone or a bowl.
I am sticky and messy but delicious.
Here is the tale.
No tail.
I come out in the rain.
I hide from the sun because it is too hot.
I have no arms, legs, or feet.
I just curl along the floor outside by your door.
I'm coming to your house because I’m so wet from the rain.
I do you no harm.
I may be in your way because I’m slow but I don’t mean to be.
MIND BLINDNESS.
In our minds, we can spend our lives feeling angry with ourselves.
Some people think we want to hurt their feelings because of what we say, what we may not say, what we do, and what we may not do but don't.
It's hard for people to understand us unless they have Autism themselves.
Don't get us wrong not everything is done by accident, we all have faults like everyone.
We make mistakes and regret things like everyone else.
Autism isn't an excuse for anything, Autism is our disability, and Mind Blindness and Unawareness is how it affects our lives.
Positives and negatives of Autism.
Autism can affect friendships, relationships, family relationships, and perhaps the world around us.
Some people may misunderstand what is right and wrong, such as bullying or even being a victim of a bully or bullies.
Overloaded sensory, some people may struggle to cope with too many things at once.
Different people may be creative in different ways.
Others may struggle with activities.
Some people may be easily anxious, some may even have ADHD, and others may melt down like the rain and the storm.
There is no smoke without fire.
We may or may not interact, or react in ways others do not accept.
Everyone with Autism may vary.
Autism is not an excuse for negative behaviors, but Autism does not help negative behaviors.
Most of them can be unsociable but sociable where they may be unaware of the world around us but sorry if or when we are aware.
We may misunderstand the emotions of others and even at times misunderstand our own.
We all have different strengths and weaknesses in different ways.
Autism does not have all negatives, there are positives too.
Most of us may think in pictures rather than words, others may think in both.
Most of us may be deep in thought or not at all.
We are keen learners, and we want to get by in life.
But in some areas, some people may not want or cannot give us a chance, and some people do not have patience.
In the mind of the homeless. This is not about me; it is to raise awareness of others to spare a thought for those worse off than oneself. Christmas is coming when sitting in our warm homes, it’s easy for us to forget about those who do not have homes. Open your eyes to the world of homelessness. Try to put yourself in the shoes of others. Not all are on the streets to seek attention, which could be a source of reasons like family rows and yes then it is hard to know those reasons so do not judge people, mainly if you do not know. There are no two ways about it. THE HOMELESS YOUNGEST MINDS. Nobody in my family loves me. I know I could have been very naughty, but there is no need for my family to kick me out on the streets. I am terrified to go back home, but I know my family doesn't want me. I know I made a big mistake in thinking I could cope to find my own home, I just wanted to be an adult far too quickly. I realize now I was wrong thinking I could cope. I can't find any food to eat, but bits and pieces of bread. I sleep on the hard street floors, but some nights I sleep in cardboard boxes. Some people in the world choose to put themselves in certain situations, but it is hard to know who they are, and it is not our job to track those people down, it should be down to governments, it is too easy to misunderstand people. Many people, too, do not choose to be in certain situations; they are in whatever they are through no fault of their own. It is not your place to ask their reasons unless you know them, or they choose to tell you. It is hard to get into situations you are not in so never say you know what it is like if you have not experienced what others are facing. No matter what, no one deserves to be homeless. Only, it must not be fun living outside. Not having any money to buy food and drink. It is too easy to tell someone to get a job, one may understand why someone would say that but for some people, there may be all sorts of reasons why not, like not having an address, having certain disabilities, etc. It is hard to imagine what is like, to sleep rough on hard floors, cardboard boxes, etc., in all weather.
THERE ARE SO MANY LONELY PEOPLE.
We do not realize that there are so many lonely people in this world.
These lonely get out of bed every single morning.
Living a life that seems so dull and boring.
These lonely people do not have family or friends to talk to and see.
They have such lovely smiles on their faces.
Where do these lonely lonely people come from?
What can anyone or "The Happy Society" do for them?
Look at life both ways when you think about people.
Most lonely people do not want to be pretty,
don’t accept or want charity and they
don't want others to feel sorry for them.
So many people get used to being themselves for so long,
but they are always grateful if they have others.
Many have no intention of pushing others away,
but they are just used to being themselves for so long.
That does not mean they are or are not enjoying life.
However, it is easy to forget that there are others worse off than us,
we don’t know what they are and not going through.
They are maybe lonely but that does
not mean they do or do not have a life.
Loneliness is not always a sad/ happy thing for everyone,
or all the time, most people find ways to enjoy their lives
and keep themselves busy but that does not necessarily mean
They are happy all the time either, it’s being strong not
because they must but because they want to get by.
Not everyone is dependent all the time on others,
most people like to be independent.
There are all types of loneliness and
all types of reasons for those who are lonely.
Loneliness is not always a burden,
in fact, for many it is not, many are strong people,
but it does not mean they are not struggling either.
Show empathy not sympathy, put yourself in someone’s
shoes, and just remember some people are lonelier than others.
Just let them know you are there if they need you,
Tell them to let you know if they need you.
Life is not all black and white.
An American consul, Elihu Burritt, who was in Birmingham in 1862, once said or wrote about the Black Country, which is Black by day and red by night.
When we think about Elilhi having said that Black country maybe he gave the Black Country its name.
How Strange and British, America could have so much truth in describing the Black Country.
This was because the Black Country area had a 30ft coal seam in the 19th century. This came from West Bromwich, Oldbury, Blackheath, Cradley Heath, Old Hill, Bilston, Dudley, Tipton, Wednesfield, parts of Halesowen, and Wednesbury.
Although today the weather changes very quickly from hot to cold all over the UK,
The sky in the Black Country changes from black to white but rarely blue.
You always miss the black, white, dull, or grey sky turning blue, I wonder why?
Today you never see the sky without a cloud.
Most of the time the weather doesn't tell you the truth.
Never believe it if the sky is blue in the Black Country, that it's warm enough or hot enough outside.
Never believe it when the sky is grey, black, white, or dull that the weather is cold.
Carry your coat or put it in a bag just in case you can get hot and cold in seconds,
in fact, less time than that at times.
The Black Country started off with smoke and coal,
Now it's turned out to be thunder and rain that has washed out the old coal fires, maybe a little sunny if we're lucky.
Open a new door.
Days are early, and nights are young.
Pain is still but it will pass.
I'm very willing to move on.
You feel the same too.
We don't want to put our pain on one another but are still willing to get to know one another.
We must not give one another the grief we have had from others. 14.6.2009
Poets.
We are poets.
We see you.
We hear you.
We feel you.
We smell you.
We taste you.
We touch you.
None of these things you don't do to us.
Keats, Wordsworth, Thomas, Eliot, and many more.
They may not be here: but their work still lives on.
In memory and love, they will always be here with us. 8.9.2002
We are poets.
We see you.
We hear you.
We feel you.
We smell you.
We taste you.
We touch you.
None of these things you don't do to us.
Keats, Wordsworth, Thomas, Eliot, and many more.
They may not be here: but their work still lives on.
In memory and love, they will always be here with us. 8.9.2002
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