[Wander]

Hope the link words. I wrote this a few years back based on my observation living in a psych ward. Somel triggers as it is set in a pscyh ward.

If anyone else has any art, poetry, music, stories on MI that they created and wanted to share please do.

Very good and interesting story! Very eerie and the end and makes me want to read more about John.

I started writing a book awhile ago...a few years back but my laptop was stolen and I had no backup. I still remember the premise of the book kind of. It was a very complex plot that all downloaded into my brain in what seemed an instant. I really wish I would have finished the story or at least had the few chapters I wrote.

I wrote a song called "black widow petting zoo". Maybe I will share it sometimes but it's kinda embarrassing

[bizi]

AH!
some how I was able to open it up by right licking it and saving it to my desktop and then opening it.
Although I am technically challenged.
It was a nice story....are you going to write any more?
bizi

[Nammu]

Won't open for me.

[Wander]

It is a PDF document. Try double clicking on it. Do you have Adobe or Word?

[bizi]

Originally Posted by Nammu

Won't open for me.

It would not open for me when I clicked on the box...I had to right click it and save it to my computer then open it up.
good luck
bizi

[Wander]

Ok, Here is the text for those its not opening for :

The Ward

Head down, John shuffled out of his room and began his slow passage down the long, cold corridor to the nurse’s station. Occasionally he managed to look up, but even then his chin barely left his chest.
‘Mornin’ John’ said Lydia, a friendly junior nurse, as she bustled past.
John’s face flickered briefly, attempting to smile, then returned to the blank expression it held every day. Soon after this Janet turned the corner and walked towards John on her way back to her room. Although she had spent time with him in therapy groups she was conflicted over whether or not she should say hello. Undecided she remained silent, managing a brief smile as she passed. Still, John’s eyes never left the smooth, grey floor.
Sarah stood still at the half-opened door, her trembling hand gripping the door handle. Although her eyes were facing into her hospital room, she saw the room she had as a child; and that terrified her. Sarah knew these were just memories but she could not bring herself to enter her room. Her heart raced as her panic grew rapidly. She was holding her breathe, frozen in time like a living photograph.
‘Sarah?’ Lydia’s gentle voice appeared to her left. ‘Are you ok?’
Sarah turned her head towards the voice. The movement broke her from her spell and she began gasping for breath.
‘It’s ok love. Take slow, deep breathes.’ Sarah slowed her breathing down. She trusted Lydia. She was safe. ‘That’s right. You’re going to be fine.’
‘Th...Thanks’ Sarah almost whispered. ‘I think I will be ok now’
‘Alright Sarah. But you know where we are if you need anything’ Lydia smiled as she turned to head back down the corridor.
Immediately, Sarah rushed into her room and closed the door.
John, still on his slow procession down the ward, paused at Sarah’s closed door. He had wanted to help her before Lydia arrived but couldn’t respond fast enough. When he was young he had wanted to be a real hero, so he joined the Fire Department. Back then he was also convinced strong men didn’t get depression. He was wrong.
Suddenly realising he was still standing there staring at Sarah’s door, John began the series of subtle movements that provided the momentum his body needed to begin walking again. This took all the strength of his will. Few could now see that hero inside still fighting; he had never stopped fighting. After fifteen minutes John reached the nurses station. Shuffling his weight from foot to foot, he waited to be noticed rather than ring the bell. A few minutes later Lydia appeared in front of him.
‘Hi John. What can I do for you?’
‘My meds please.’ John mumbled softly.
As Lydia prepared his medication John glanced at the calendar on the wall. It was Tuesday. But what did that mean anymore? After two months the ward was a microcosm to which John now belonged, and every day felt the same on the ward.

[Nammu]

That was wonderful.

[Wander]

I am posting things I wrote in the past in an effort to encourage me to begin writing again. I even won an award for a very short play I wrote, yet I feel inadequate and pathetic as a writer at times. Other times when manic I feel I can make millions off my talents but can't even write one coherent page.

Also, I am encouraged by seeing/reading/listening to other artists work so please upload something you have and are willing to share.

If you write more about "The Ward" be sure to share.

Here is a verse for a silly song I started. I write a lot of silly songs.

Your like a black widow petting zoo, I shouldn't touch you but I want to. Cause you're lethal and your deadly see? One bite and you could kill me. You can try but babe there's no denying you're no good for me. You're so damned grabby it's like you've got 8 hands but with just one touch I'm in the promise land. With just a little nudge you bring me to my knees and the next I know you're crawling all over me.

That's all I got so far. Lol.

[Wander]

Another Poem. This is in Tanka form (A Japanese form of poetry that limits syllables and lines)

The Albatross

Seas of green beneath
dizzying clouds piled high.
Below deck he sighs
as a lone albatross soars,
and sings, with the howling wind.

[Wander]

Originally Posted by ElsaMars

If you write more about "The Ward" be sure to share.

Here is a verse for a silly song I started. I write a lot of silly songs.

Your like a black widow petting zoo, I shouldn't touch you but I want to. Cause you're lethal and your deadly see? One bite and you could kill me. You can try but babe there's no denying you're no good for me. You're so damned grabby it's like you've got 8 hands but with just one touch I'm in the promise land. With just a little nudge you bring me to my knees and the next I know you're crawling all over me.

That's all I got so far. Lol.

Love it! Did you have music too? It is 'silly' but does have a more hidden serious side to it. Well written

Originally Posted by Wander

Love it! Did you have music too? It is 'silly' but does have a more hidden serious side to it. Well written

I can only play the recorder and Mary had a little lamb on most instruments as well as on the telephone

I do have a beat and rhythm to the song and a way it needs to be sung. If I knew how to play instruments I could probably write some real music but I always change my mind on what I want to learn first. Right now it's between the Keyboard or the Cello and each appeal to me deeply and for different reasons. The harp would be nice too.

[bizi]

my husbands plays classical and jazz guitar, so there is always music at my house.
bizi

Originally Posted by bizi

my husbands plays classical and jazz guitar, so there is always music at my house.
bizi

My husband and me we're going to take guitar lessons. My husband took a lesson and found he has much less coordination in his hands than the average person so was very discouraged. He probably could learn to play but it would be much harder than normal and probably would have lots of limitations. I think the keyboard might win out because it's basically a mini piano plus. It's more portable and easier to store than a cello. But I really love the sound of the cello and the intensity it can add to various forms of music.

[wiretwister]

Originally Posted by Wander

Hope the link words. I wrote this a few years back based on my observation living in a psych ward. Somel triggers as it is set in a pscyh ward.

If anyone else has any art, poetry, music, stories on MI that they created and wanted to share please do.

been there ... except I had a book (journal) that I never set down .... carried that blue book like a teddy bear .... it was a real comfort ... never wrote in it ... just carried it ... still have it ... don't know why I have kept it ....

[Wild Coyote]

Thanks for sharing, Elsa and Wander!

I don't feel very talented in these areas. I do enjoy the talents shared.
Very much so!


WC

[Moose72]

Um no spiders please.