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Some poetry from an australian sufferer for awareness day please copy and share

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#1 Fri, 17/03/2017 - 08:16
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Some poetry from an australian sufferer for awareness day please copy and share

hi everyone Smile

a friend of mine and fellow sufferer has shared some poetry of his to be used in helping raise awareness on the 21st March ,they fit quite well with the 'empathic experience' theme so please feel free to copy and paste to wherever you wish Smile


poem 1 : stalked


Staring at an empty page,

Pen in hand, mind all black.

The beast is prowling, hear it growling,

Circling ready for next attack.

Too scared to sleep, too weak to weep,

Cowering in fear of what’s ahead,

I know it can’t kill me, but still it can fill me

With terror unquenchable, bottomless dread.

No second chances, the monster advances,

The stalking’s  over, it’s time for the fight.

No ducking or weaving, just bucking and heaving,

The claws have sunk in and now comes the bite.

The lashing, the crashing, the gnashing of teeth

As my skull slowly crumples, bone torn apart.

Talons of fire take my eye entire,

It’s merciless, endless, cut blind to the heart.

How long has it been, a minute? A year?

Where am I? Is it over, or just a reprieve?

I know that it’s out there just watching, and waiting,

And gloating, and hoping I really believe

That it’s gone forever, in future it’ll never

Come back to attack, where-ever and when.

I’m beaten, defeated, the beast has feasted

Again, and again, and again and again.

(AussieBrian, ClusterHead)

Fri, 17/03/2017 - 08:20
Last seen: 6 months 3 weeks ago
Joined: 26/02/2014 - 14:35

Poem 2 The Cause and Cure

CH - The Cause and Cure

We have a hypothalamus and, oh, but for the life of us,
It plays up, stays up, breaks up and wakes us up.
My little hypothalamus, big like hippopotamus,
It must’ve fostered cluster and you’re busted down to hell with us.

Medication, meditation, seditation, tried the lot.
Lithium and calcium, lidocaine, tried smoking pot.
Caffergotcha, melatonin, teeth pulled, stop your moaning,
Accupuncture, coca cola, anything to stop the rot.

Hot packs, cold packs, predni-poison, dopey-max,
Ibuprofen and religion, snorted mustard, visited quacks.
Imitrex and quick sex, goodness knows what hex is next,
Don’t tell us, hypothalamus, we all must just learn to relax.

Hoo-doo, voo-doo, kudzu, verapomil,
Boo-hoo, no O2. Like you, I can’t stand still.
Head-banging til it’s bleeding. Gimme strength, it’s all I’m needing,
Pills chill my thrills, hypothalamus, I’m filled with the will to kill.

So, hypothalamus, tell us tales we’ll all believe,
Why you swipe at all the lot of us with a pain we can’t relieve.
Did you have a lousy childhood? Dad a thug, your mother no good,
Or are you just a nasty basket who deceives to achieve?

Ha, we’ve got you, hypothalamus! Feisty beastie that you be.
We’ve seen you beat and cheat us, now we see your destiny.
We suffer rough and tough, so stuff your bluff we’ve had enough,
I’ve now got lots of friends, it’s no longer just thee and me.

(AussieBrian, ClusterHead)

Fri, 17/03/2017 - 08:21
Last seen: 6 months 3 weeks ago
Joined: 26/02/2014 - 14:35

Poem 3: Blessed be the o2

Blessed be the O2

O2, you be my wife,
To you I owe my life.
I lie with you, cry without you,
Die should I not have you.
Steel bottle, you're so beautiful,
Youthful, slim and touchable,
Seductive, seducive and
Oh! Just so sensual.

Your slinkiness and hardness
And coolness alone,
Render me speechless,
Entirely in your thrall.
Let me breathe of your breath,
New lease on life, not ugly death,
To live again, be a man again,
You're my be-all and end-all.

Those taps and gauges
Drive me wild with desire.
I must touch them and stroke them,
Like stoking a fire.
I'm burning and yearning
And hearing you calling,
Just seeing you there 
Like lingerie falling.

O2! Please hold me,
Let me be bold with you.
We'll snuggle and cuddle,
Kill this monster a-borning.
It's not just chance meeting,
Or love so fleeting,
Thank you, O2,
I'll respect you in the morning.


(AussieBrian, ClusterHead)

Sat, 18/03/2017 - 09:47
Last seen: 15 hours 7 min ago
Joined: 21/03/2012 - 15:16

Wow, awesome stuff.


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