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Poem: Not Going Mad This Christmas

Not going mad this Christmas, a slightly different Christmas poem about mental health

Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

I’m not going mad this Christmas,

I heard the woman say

It was a rather strange thing,

I heard the other day

Some people always comment,

they say the strangest stuff

Do they even understand,

the world can be quite tough

I know she meant the presents,

to sit under her tree

But many people out there,

are just like you and me

The only difference being,

this year they will go mad

For some Christmas is happy,

for others it is sad

Christmas for them just can be,

a lonely day and night

So check on everybody,

and make sure they’re alright

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/not-going-mad-this-christmas-poem.html

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Very random poetry, by a very random poet, Daphne Tore

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Poem: Normality

Normality, a self reflective mental health poem

Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

​So what is normal, and what if it’s not

What is normal like, I think I forgot

Live my life for me, not part of some plot

Looking so different, I’m not hard to spot

My mind open wide, don’t want it to rot

Open to changes, I listen a lot

Expanding my mind, ideas that I’ve got

Normal is average, I guess that I’m not

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/normality-poem.html

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Poem: Mindfulness

Mindfulness, a mental health poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

I thought I’d try mindfulness, for my mind full of stress

I knew I needed some help, but my mind was a mess

Did I think it would help me, not really I confess

I found it quite hard to do, with my pain in excess

It made me look inside me, slow my breathing process

It made me look around me, to see with new sharpness

Working to improve myself, emotional wellness

Did it make a difference, did it help me, big yes!

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/a-poem-about-mindfulness.html

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Posted in Mental health, Poetry

Poem: Maybe I Am Going Mad

Maybe I am going mad, a mental health poem

Written 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!

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/maybe-i-am-going-mad-poem.html

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Very random poetry, by a very random poet, Daphne Tore
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”

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/just-be-poem-by-dean-thorpe.html

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Poem: The Illusion Of Life

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

When I look back at life, I wonder if its real
Look back in to my past, things done seem so unreal
Is life an illusion, or is it just a dream
How do we really know, if life is what it seems
I’ve always had my doubts, but life can feel so real
So what if I am wrong, what if it is unreal
How can I escape from, a never ending dream
Would I really want to, this worlds not bad it seems
I see beauty and love, wonderful things so real
Terror and destruction, why can’t they be unreal
At night I try to sleep, escape in to a dream
Is that life the real one, or the illusion it seems
Look into the mirror, is the reflection real
Am I the illusion, is it me that’s unreal
Inflict pain on myself, to wake up from the dream
Yet I’m still here or mad, there’s no escape it seems

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-illusion-of-life-poem.html

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Poem: I Hate You

I hate you, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

I wish I didn’t hate you
For the things that you have done
Some things can be forgiven
But some things can’t be undone

You don’t deserve to be loved
You deserve to live in pain
Fuck up lives of all around
Over and over again

Hurt the people that you love
And you always let them down
You want to make the world smile
You make everybody frown

Your whole life is just a joke
You’re a total waste of space
Stay away from everyone
Go far away from this place

Never want to see that face
So full of doubt, come what may
The hatred builds inside me
Smash the mirror, look away

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/i-hate-you-poem.html

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Poem: Feeling Alone

Feeling alone, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

In my life, I’ve met many people
Why do I, still feel, so alone
In a world, with so many people
Why am I, sitting here, all alone
Walking past, go so many people
How I wish, that I was, safe at home
Looking out, at all these people
Do they all, feel just, as alone?

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/feeling-alone-poem.html

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Poem: Feel The Pain

Feel the pain, a mental health poem

Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Feel the pain, deep inside

Nasty scratches, hard to hide

Feel the pain, is what I need

Cut myself, until I bleed

Feel the pain, I was so blind

Seemed so right, at the time

Feel the pain, I was so wrong

Should have known that, all along

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/feel-the-pain-poem.html

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Poem: Derailed Train Of Thought

Derailed train of thought, a mental health poem

Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

My mind is a scary place to be,

It’s a place nobody wants to see.

I have spent most of my life in there,

Hiding from a world that doesn’t care.

My mind is a lonely place to be,

Nobody here can understand me.

The conflict of light and dark inside.

A battle from which I cannot hide,

My mind is a deadly place to be,

The voices inside want to hurt me.

They are trapped and can never escape,

So they try to poison me with hate.

My mind is a random place to be,

Voices always try to confuse me.

The quest to focus has always failed,

My train of thought has been derailed.

My mind is a noisy place to be,

A whirlwind of voices surrounds me.

Only music can block them all out,

It protects me when they scream and shout.

My mind is a dark prison for me,

No way for me to ever be free.

I don’t want to go out of my mind,

As a way back I might never find.

My mind is the only place for me,

The place I still always want to be.

A strange place that I can call my home.

Where I can sit proud upon my throne.

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/derailed-train-of-thought-poem-by-dean-thorpe.html

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Very random poetry, by a very random poet, Daphne Tore