Posted in Mental health, Poetry

Poem: Maybe I'm Going Mad

Maybe I’m going mad, a mental health poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

I think that I am going mad,

I don’t recall my name

I think I must be going mad,

I really feel insane

I really know I’m going mad,

hear voices in my brain

So maybe I am going mad,

but maybe you’re the same!

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Posted in Others, Poetry

Poem: Lurking In The Darkness

Lurking in the darkness, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Walking down the darkened hall,
I hear a spooky sound
​Approach another corner,
do I dare go round

The darkness all around me,
can barely see a thing
What awaits me round the bend,
what will the next turn bring

I rush around the corner,
and see a ghostly face
I cannot see the details,
my heart begins to race

Feeling round I find a switch,
I turn it on to see
On the wall an old mirror,
the face in it is me

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Posted in Others, Poetry

Poem: Light From Another World

Light from another world, a poem about aliens by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

The lights up in the sky, they shine down on my face
Not from this world of ours, from deep in outer space
I bet they are so smart, not like the human race
They look down on our world, observe from a safe place
Study the way we live, create a database
How often do the come, our fields do they deface
And if you try to tell, they call you a nutcase
I wish I could go too, vanish across subspace

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Posted in Christmas, Poetry

Poem: Life Of A Snowflake

Life of a snowflake, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Frozen water drop, falling from the sky.
Slowly drifting down, from the clouds so high.
No two flakes that fall, are ever the quite same.
Gliding through the air, floating like a flame.
Down towards the Earth, oh where will it land.
On a Christmas tree? In a small boys hand?
No such luck this time, landed on a car.
Speeding down the road, did not travel far.
Windscreen wipers on, snow pushed to the side.
Falling to the floor, nowhere left to hide.
Disappearing now, vanished down the drain.
Floating to the sea, with the fallen rain.
Then another day, back into the sky.
Up into the clouds, how it loves to fly.
On a winters day, time to fall again.
Something fun this time, please not down the drain.
Scooped up as it lands, made into a ball.
See a smiling face, hear a young boy call.
Children gather round, see the man of snow.
Now its feels a part, never wants to go.

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Posted in Photography, Poetry

Poem: The Life Of A Photographer

The life of a photographer, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

A normal person sees a storm,
thinks help and runs away
A photographer sees that storm,
and runs the other way
Off into the cold they go, the wind,
the rain and more
To capture pics no matter what,
of all the things they saw
Watching all the huge waves crashing,
defiantly they stand
Looking out from beneath the pier,
with camera in hand
Why do we do such stupid things,
like photograph the snow
We can’t resist to get that pic,
so off we always go
We see the world through rule of thirds,
and many shades of grey
The search to get the perfect shot,
continues every day

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Posted in Mental health, Poetry

Poem: Just Be

Just be, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

They say we that must obey
Follow orders every day

They say we that must conform
Can that be why I was born

That we must always blend in
From start of life til ending

Don’t you ever rock the boat
You will lose your right to vote

Always colour in the lines
Or else you might get big fines

Rules are only to save us
Or are they to enslave us

Make sure you fit in a box
Like a sheep not like a fox

You can fit in if you choose
Believe stories in the news

Fill your mind with all those lies
The real truth they do disguise

Must be part of the system
Don’t try to hack that system

Just a cog in the machine
You can smash it with a dream

Look inside you know it’s true
Love life whatever you do

Remember your mind is free
Be yourself, you can “just be”

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