Creative Community

At OCD Action we often get people sending us poems, stories, books, art and a whole range of creative and inspirational work. For many people, being creative is an excellent way to express their feeling about OCD and how it impacts on their lives. In this area of the website, we invite you to submit your own creative work and share it with a wider audience. For now we can only take words but soon we hope to give you the opportunity to up-load images, video and audio. Your submissions will go to our editor for approval before they are posted below, if you wish to post pictures alongside your work, please email them across to media@ocdaction.org.uk.

 

 

Posted on: 18th January 2011 by: Joe21Liverpool

Locked in a battle with one's own mind
How desperately it will try to find,
An answer to its longing prayers
As this constant fight, it now bears
Itself, crushing all that lies in wake
If only my will it tries to take.
Take away from me, my freedom right... Read More

Posted on: 18th January 2011 by: Emily Howarth

Imagine you are sat all alone in the park,
You look around and see daylight but in your head it’s still dark.
A guy sits beside you and begins to shout in your ear,
He shouts and he screams words you don’t want to hear.
Why is he now telling me to repeat things... Read More

Posted on: 18th January 2011 by: Joe21Liverpool

Loneliness crowds,
shadows, shrouds
Thoughts, ideas persist;
I try to resist
Their silent scream,
A trapped dream
Of insecurity,
their inpurity

They wont leave;
Try to decieve
Make me believe their lies
Have their watching eyes,
... Read More

Posted on: 5th January 2011 by: aishah

My mind is like a runaway train,
Gaining speed forcefully as it thunders down the rickety track.
Sometimes slowing to a steady pace, but othertimes its as if its a race.
I tighten my grip and hold on tight as I prepare myself for another fight
and wonder if I can manage... Read More

Posted on: 4th January 2011 by: jen67

Silent Turbulance

Now in this silence, after the weeping has ceased,
A silent so still, so still so still.
A silence not peaceful, just a sense of unrest
A silence so painful, so lonely.

I never see a day where anguish is not
The days of laughter are all too... Read More

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