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Published author, poet and ghost. Co Founder of the award winning Mental Health Charity, PoetsIN. Find us online.
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Cover image for post Where the hell did the time go?, by Sammielee46
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Where the hell did the time go?

It's been a while. For the last four (ish) years, Paul and I have been researching, developing, and implementing our tailored Creative Mental Health Programme™ to reduce the symptoms of mental illness whilst also improving the lives of anyone interested in learning to use our tools to assist their mental health and wellbeing.

It has been one hell of a journey and we have learned so much.

Paul and I left our roles to do something that we felt was needed in the world. Something that I was told was a "waste of time" by certain powers that be. That doesn't make me mad, it makes me grateful. If we'd have run with my idea at that point in time it would've tied us to a place that caused me and my colleagues a noticeable decline of our mental health and wellbeing.

We took a risk - we didn't know whether it would work - we busted our balls and found ourselves in a place of learning, connection, and empowerment. We started as a team of four, and now have expanded to a payrolled team of 24 and a volunteer base of many more.

Being the CEO and Co-founder of PoetsIN has been the most rewarding experience of my life (besides being a mother). Setting up a charity in the UK often costs a lot as an initial outlay; money that we didn't have. At this point I did what I always do - I learned. I swore a lot. I cried many frustrated tears. I laughed a lot. During that initial setup period I felt many emotions, but used the words of the former powers that be to fuel my determination and dedication to get it right and not make the mistakes I'd seen them make time and time again. I think it's likely that I was underestimated as a business woman, but again, I used that to drive me forward within my own career.

It's hard running a charity yet we have flourished year upon year due to the tenders and contracts we have won. We have met some incredible people with some fascinating and heartbreaking stories. We have built a team who are as dedicated to our cause as we are. We have spoken at various events about what we do and how we do it. We have won awards - with our most recent being Mental Health Charity of the Year 2020 in the Healthcare and Pharmaceutical Awards. I could write multiple paragraphs of our achievements and of the thousands of lives we have changed and I still wouldn't have covered even half of the successes and lessons we have learned.

Back in June we were approached by filmmakers who wanted to partner with us during the production and release of their feature film. Last night, I sent a member of the team on set to watch the film being made. Tonight, another team member is visiting the film set. Our experience and education in the topic of mental health and wellbeing, along with the unique approach we take when it comes to supporting those with mental ill-health has opened doors to opportunities and experiences that we never thought possible.

Our lives are richer, our lives are so colourful, our lives are better because of PoetsIN. We have learned so much about ourselves and our own mental health during this journey and our goals have never been more ambitious - yet totally achievable.

In the past, I allowed my own mental health to be dictated by a few individuals who made me question my worth, value, and my skills. I realise now how wrong they were but also how wrong I was to listen to their voices and allow mine to be suffocated. The proof is in the pudding (as my nan would say), and my pudding is overflowing with the nectar of goodness, fulfilment, achievement, and longevity. This wouldn’t happen without the skills, value, and worth I possess in a world where most charities fail within their first three years.

Something we are hugely proud of is our workplace culture. Our employees and volunteers feel supported, valued, worthy, empowered, and happy to work for us. They love their job and because of this we have people approaching us constantly looking for work. People want to work for us, with us, as a part of the PoetsIN family.

I want to come back to the title of this piece, where the hell did the time go? It went into people. Into life - saving them, changing them, improving them. It went into having a voice, giving a voice to the silent, and changing the voices of those who impose those age-old stigma we so often hear. My silence here isn’t a sign of weakness, of crawling away into a hole and hiding - it’s a sign of strength, of repair and renewal, of growth and evolution.

I know my worth, my strengths, and the places where I need to grow my skill set. I’m Sammie 2.0 and I won’t ever be taken for a fool, or for granted, again. A big thank you to those who didn’t believe in me, in us, to those who used us as a tool to reposition themselves, to those who used me as a scapegoat rather than owning their own faults, to those who told me it was a waste of time, to those who didn’t believe in us - you made this possible. You gave us the life you wanted through trying to control and manipulate us. Finally, to the architect who thought I was an asshole at first but then fastly became someone I was hugely fond of and who inspired me with his intelligence, thank you for spending your time seeing me for who I am. I truly appreciate you.

If you are struggling with your mental health, we have a range of fully-funded services you can access (free of charge). Just reach out to info@poetsin.com and our team will help direct you to the right service.

For anyone who wants to improve their mental wellbeing, we are running one-hour free mental wellbeing workshops via Zoom. If you are interested in these, please email bookings@poetsin.com and we will get you booked in to our next available slot.

I won’t leave it so long next time. I may even share my own creativity with you all at some point. My pen has never been so ink-filled.

#PoetsIN #MentalHealth #MentalHealthMatters #Evolved #Evolution #ImBack

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Cover image for post Prose Don't Care (It's Their Production Line, As The Whistle Blows A Forlorn Tone, And The Rich And Poor Separate Once More), by Bunny
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Prose Don’t Care (It’s Their Production Line, As The Whistle Blows A Forlorn Tone, And The Rich And Poor Separate Once More)

"Let's weigh 'poetry product',

And see if that shit sells!..."

...It's about the shiny whistles,

And freshly polished bells...

...Force people to read

Crap Ads that shouldn't

Ever be there...

...It's a thoughtless thought,

And it's well misplaced...

...Perhaps a vote should

Have been shared...

..."O, don't worry,"

They'll say

As they

Sneeze up our sleeves...

"Your susceptible minds

Won't be

Ripped off by thieves,

As we've done so much

So far

To leave you at ease..."

What you've done, Prose

Is place

One more wedge

In the gap!...

Draw a line in the sand,

And then

Never looked back...

...One more slap in

The face

To the ones who

Are poor...

...Thought they found

Them a place

Where their faith

Was restored...

...You should be ashamed

Prose

For making words cheap!...

...I doubt this will

Move you...

All the dust on my

Street

Is blowing on through,

And I still feel betrayed...

"Let's weigh 'poetry product',

We'll see if that shit pays!..."

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

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Cover image for post E.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. Ads!!!, by Bunny
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E.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. Ads!!!

No...you just

Cannot breathe!!!

...In the most sacred

Place...

Aiming now

To decieve

Without one shred

Of grace...

As your taking a shit,

Or when driving

High speeds

It is...

EVERYWHERE

ADS!!!

...GOD IT MAKES

THE EYES BLEED!!!...

...But what one must remember

In these volatile times

We cannot turn our backs on

The sleaze merchants dime

Because ads are so constant

That there is no denying...

Whether we look or not,

We are cleaning our plates.

No, it really don't sit well...

BUY and SELL what you can...

...From a smile on a subway

To a cheap

Spray on tan...

...It is always excessive,

But we all must

Live on

Past the wreckage of progress

Lying

Dead on the lawn...

Yes! . They're everywhere . Ads.

It is . Something . to .

see . In someone's day- . dre .

am . Prison . we .

con . tinue to br . eed .

There's some things that fly

In,

And just never see light!...

...True, we must spawn uh

Sanctum

On our own psychic flight...

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

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Exciting News & PoetsIN

Hey everyone!

Long time no post. I’ve been absolutely slammed but while I have a minute or two, I thought I’d check in and let you know what I’ve been up to and let you all know about some exciting opportunities.

Some of you will remember the Letters from Prison Portal here, where Paul and I would visit prison, teach writing workshops, and post their pieces here. This is where PoetsIN was born. Paul and I realised that writing was a form of therapy and the prisoners were reporting astounding results.

After parting ways with Prose, we tailored our groups further with an emphasis on rehabilitation, mental illness, and suicide prevention. We began to measure the outcomes of each session, and over a set period of time had evidence that what we do worked with 99% of the service users. To put this into perspective, CBT in the UK via the NHS works in 48% of the cases they work with. If CBT doesn’t work, the service user is given no other therapy. Talking therapy such as counselling is no longer provided on the NHS because that was only successful 29% of the time, which is way below the threshold of success the NHS will work with.

With our 99% success rate we went to the UK Charity Commission. Wrote our governing document, recruited 5 trustees, filled in a ridiculously long application form to register as a charity, and submitted it. Then we waited.

Whilst we sat thinking of all the things we could’ve included in our application but didn’t, and worrying about all the things we may have done wrong, we carried on with our groups. Expanding them and trialling new techniques and measures of capturing data to ensure maximum impact. We got such good feedback from the prison directors that we were offered a grant from a trust for $50k - before we were even a charity - which is unheard of. Visit www.poetsin.com/testimonials to see what people have been saying about what we do.

Four months passed and we finally received our answer. We’d done it! We were a charity.

Since then we have won three awards. We were named Mental Health Heroes 2017 alongside Talia Bennington, Mental health workshop provider of the year 2018, and Nonprofit of the Year 2018. We have also employed some faces you may recognise. The lovely Karen, who used to design Prose images, the badass Lish, and we’ve just hired a wonderful fundraiser, Pippa. MilesNowhere and Amanda Cary have also joined the family and have been vital to PoetsIN, and my own personal sanity.

We are now a week away from launching online writing therapy groups that people can access from wherever they’re located, along with in-community groups external to prisons across certain parts of the UK to begin with.

We also have a growing Facebook Group (www.facebook.com/groups/poetsin) that is full of old faces from here and new faces from beyond, along with a website that has mental health and writing blogs galore.

We’ve opened our own publishing company, PoetsIN Publishing, that offers the best royalties EVER and any royalties taken by PoetsIN Publishing are all ploughed back into the charity to reach more people who need our help. The best thing about the publishing company is that we want to publish poetry. Many traditional publishers don’t. We do. We are publishing print and eBooks, and have already accepted submissions that will be released this year.

We have a current challenge running for an anthology. Our first anthology open submission call was a huge success and will be published within the next month - we’re just putting the final touches to it. The current submission call is on the topic of addiction, and you are all more than welcome to submit! The more the merrier. Visit this link to submit https://buff.ly/2EdHxwe

Those of you in the UK should come down to our huge all day fundraising event in Camden, London 28th July. It is being held at the iconic Nambucca venue that has housed Oasis, Blur, and many more. We have a full day of amazing lineups from spoken word poets, comedians, and acoustic and indie music. All acts are donating their talents and time to us for free along with many companies who have donated prizes that we will raffle and auction off at the event. We also have a Skydive coming up in September, more details about that can be found on our social networks.

There have been people that doubted Paul and I - along with our mission - but our determination, skills, and experience have served us well, built our confidence, and given a much-needed lifeline to those that truly needed keeping safe.

Setting up a charity is far harder than setting up a business, and if we can do that, you guys can do anything. One word, one poem, one story at a time.

Paul and I both hope you’ll join us elsewhere on the interwebs but in the meantime, write on!

#PoetsIN #PoetsINPrison #Charity #NPO #Publishing #WritingContests #GetPublished #Poetry #InsideOut

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The love that produces bruises ( a collection of poems about love)
Chapter 67 of 68
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He*ArT*Br*EaK H-o-T_eL

petaled hearts

cracked bottles

lost dawns

sleepless nights

strangers doors unlocked

hallaway light left on

starry-eyed

sunken

sober

strained

sundowns

shadows

creeping across the wall

tossed sheets

thrown tables

broken windows

baseless words

violent violets

vulgar vixens

yellowed eyed yarn tossled blonds

young youths hungover

popped pills

pyschedlic panises

crayola colored drugs

romeo to be or not to be

raging rage

crowbar cracked logic

crazy crackheads sniffting the same powder

wailing water works drowning the floorboards

wasted wages on dusty forevers

aging almosts

abused angels

cotton filled stomachs

trying to stop the blood from the gunshot

that grazed the heart on the 2nd floor

another sip

guzzling giggles

loose lips sink ships

liqiour late nights at the bar

mouth agape kissing the lips of strangers

to taste anything

touching the tangibleness of this pain

that could shatter the weakness of the amor that I let through my armor

untied the shoe strings

and set them on the welcome mat

the heart got too comfortable in the chest of another

tatterd seat cushions

chipped tables

cum stained toilet seats

used condoms thrown in the trash can

broken showers

stolen whispers

teared up tears

dagger through the ribcage

long drawn out cries

craddled in the crib

like a baby

holding your own arms

around that tiny soul

pull your own skin apart

to keep yourself warm

in the discomforting

thought

of loneilness

dead roses

wrapped with an obiturary of love that was buried by the last person who stayed in this bed

used cigars

tilted to the mouth to taste the human left upon the edges of it

glass doves

half-eaten choclates

thongs layed across the tub

bent bra wires

champagne bottle

tilted to the side

red lipstick lingerd on the lips of a liar

cheaters covet

he stained with the words I love you

planted it on another bitch

maybe he was the salt she needed

and maybe it is ink that stained him

that made him stay

real tears melt plastic

true love

ain’t true

if isn’t filled with lies

veins filled with novacine

skin sweating morphine

wrist grazed with slits

cursive letters curved

around

my finger

forming

like band

kissed

with words

of a lost forever

blue eyed boys

cause the blues

brown eyed boys

drag you to the grave

midnight curls

make you curse

your existence

brown haired boys

write poetry

and

break your heart

using the alphabet

you don’t have to cross over the ocean

to experince shipwreck

of the soul

dolly parton pink sheets

and babydoll nightgowns

mascara stained bedding

used tissues

lovers leftovers

black and white reruns

replaying the same scenes

the lines used from

your last lover

he was the cancer

that was spreading through your body

he was the pisces , that swam through your ocean

he was the leo , that devored your heart and left you hanging from your veins

the zodiac warned you about being a smart alec

crossing stars

with the devil

kissing the lips dusted in star dusts

red lips bleed blood when applied with pressure , see I asked for the truth but its funny all that came out of her mouth was lies,

she was weak in the heart

she rather sip on cough syrup to ease her guilty consicence

friends don’t slip sugar packets in a bowl of vinegar and try to pass it off as sugar water

see they forget

good liars don’t trip up on their own lies

see you thought I wouldn’t find out how dear sweet f , never mind lets not name drop.

you said

“lets not push each others for our own cause”

but really whats your cause

to strip him down and feed him

ambrosia laced with LSD

see you put theories in is head

about me that wasn’t there

see you have the voice of KAA ( jungle book reference the snake )

but you had the face of medusa

its funny the tricks beauty plays on you

karma lived here

she had the hips of sin

eyes of an demon

and her lover was revenge

Welcome to heartbreak Hotel

leave your heart at home

#they lies we tell in the midnight , all come to light in the morning #new year #exposed

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Why did you join Prose? Why did you continue to write here? Why do you write at all? Optional: Male? Female? Other? Age range (less than 20, 20-30, 30-40, 40-50, 50-60, 60+)? Education Level? Employed? Where do you want to be 3 years from now?
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Why Did I Join Prose?

Why did I join Prose?

I needed an outlet again. I was once part of a great website for writers and it gave me a chance to explore my potentials. Unfortunately that site is gone, which led be to a depressing state where I could no longer write for myself anymore.

So here I am. I am writing because I wish to show the world my hidden potential. I'm here to voice my opinion through reviews and tap into my unlimited imagination. I'm here to escape from my stress from college and life in general. I'm here because I love doing what I do, which is to write and entertain.

Gender: Male

Age: Mid-20's

Education: Some college, Majoring in Geology

3 years from now: Who fucking knows?

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The Prose Universe
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The Prose Universe Part 10

         Inside of the Emperor’s Palace, OnyxCity, Salinger Twain, Tyla, Mr. Dusty Grien, Ms. Firdaus, and Ms. Vyxyn were all sitting down and trying to come up with a plan. They had come to realize that the guards were spying on them. Emperor Jim Lamb had made it seem like they were his honored guest. He pulled out all the stops. He had the chef throw them a feast, right there on the spot when in reality, they were actually his prisoners. Tyla and Ms. Firdaus had made this discovery earlier that day.

         Tyla and Ms. Firdaus had stumbled upon the emperor’s garden. The garden was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. It had everything. Apples, bananas, grapes, cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes, squash, zucchini, onions, mushrooms, lettuce, and so much more. They were amazed by the delicious smell of the fruits and vegetables. As they slowly walked through the garden they had heard footsteps. The footsteps kept getting louder and louder. Tyla was frozen with fear. She didn’t know if they were supposed to be in the emperor’s garden. Ms. Firdaus, thinking quickly had grabbed Tyla and pulled her behind a bush. As the footsteps got closer, they started hearing voices. It sounded like the palace guards. “Word has it, that the Emperor has finally developed a plan to end this war once and for all.” said a guard. “I hope so I’m sick of this war. Hey, do you think that’s why he has us spying on those freaks who trespassed onto the palace instead of offing their heads?”, said another guard. Ms. Firdaus and Tyla glanced at each other, both looking horrors struck at the idea of the Emperor offing their head and of the fact that they were being spied on. A third guard chimed in. “Maybe, but I think it’s because he’s got a crush on one of those freaks.” “Aw, that sexy lady”, the other two guards cried. (The palace guards often referred to Ms. Vyxyn as “that sexy lady”) “He can have her. I like my women young. Give me the two youngest ones.They can have all of this” the fourth and final guard said. Behind the bushes, Tyla blushed as she realized that the guard had been talking about her and OnyxCity. “Look at this fool. He thinks all women want his stupid ass.”, the first guard said. The second and third guards laughed. “You see these abs. (pointing to his chest) All women want to feel these abs. Don’t hate because your fat ass ain't got no abs to speak of.”, said the fourth guard. The second and third guard laughed again. The voices slowly grew quieter. Ms. Firdaus and Tyla stayed quiet until they were sure they were out of earshot. “We got to tell the others”, they whispered to each other.

         Later that day, everyone had gathered around in an area where Ms. Firdaus and Tyla were sure the guards couldn’t listen in and told everyone what they had overheard. “Why would the emperor need us to end the war once and for all.”, said Salinger Twain. “If I had to guess, it’s because we’re from the future.”, said Tyla. Everyone looked at Tyla confused. “He’s hoping that he can travel back in time and stop the war from happening in the first place. He’s spying on us because he wants to know how we got here and for some reason, he figured he couldn’t just ask us.”, said Tyla. Everyone thought about it but quickly agreed that Tyla might be right. “Well it’s official, we can’t stay here.”, said OnyxCity “We can’t exactly walk out the front door either. We’re going to need an escape plan.”, said Mr. Dusty Grien. “Where do we go once we escape. We don’t know where the others are or how to find them?”, said Salinger Twain. “We will cross that bridge when we get to it sugar. For now, we just need to escape”, said Ms. Vyxyn. “We have to be careful. If our plan doesn’t pan out, then the Emperor will off our heads.”, said Ms. Firdaus. There was a long moment of silence as everyone thought of an escape plan that wouldn’t get them killed. “ I have a plan”, said Salinger Twain. “ Alright, here is what we are going to do….”

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                        At the Clock Bell Tower in Another Dimension.

         Chained-In Shadow, the girl who mankind mistakenly referred to as “Father” Time, had finally figured out where time had been disturbed and in what dimension. She was surprised to have found it so soon, as there was an infinite number of dimensions. However, before she could do anything about it she had to visit “Mother” Nature. Chained-In Shadow was regretting this visit already.

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Prose Universe Update

I have not forgotten about Prose Universe. However, I have had writer's block. I could keep trying to push through, but everything I came up with was trash and that would ruin the story. I will update the story as soon as I can. I promise. 

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Prose Laboratories (V.1, Pt. 3)

"Salinger Twain? A? 17? YoungWriter?" Snowshoerabbit cries in joy, nearly running up to the quartet. "First dragons come to life and now I'm meeting the four superheroes of our city? It's too much to handle!" The doorway is vacant, so to stop people from coming in, I rush to close them. The rest of us, including myself, move to the side of the room. 

The quartet walks deliberately towards the green eyed beast. 

"Though you may look brilliant, you are troublesome," YoungWriter starts calmly.

"You are like the beasts of our school, the bully within," 17 continues, while moving closer to the dragon. It is shrinking is size and fear. 

"The flames to your mouth shall cease, never to set aflame a single hair," said A.

Now it was Salinger Twains's turn. "Stop and rest from this war. Head to the heavens where you will soar," he says, stepping in with the rest.

In unison they speak, "Leave this body, you must by sore. This is the end, for evermore." The dragon went limp and it's body dissolved into burnt paper.

Smoke wafted up from the destroyed Machine. A limmer of the shiny iron of the machine is visible through the ash and charred, bubbled metal.

"That is all. A, YoungWriter, go home. 17, stay," Salinger Twain commanded his fellows, moving towards me. 

"Thank you so much for saving us. It was my fault, wasn't it? Of course it was I always mess up. Oh no! I'm rambling now, god I'm such a mess. Sorry I'm rambling-" I rant, but Salinger Twain cuts me off.

"No it's not your fault, your paper described small dragons, so that what it should have made.  The Machine did malfunction," he adjusts his tie, running a hand through his hair. "but for reasons unknown to you, you will remember all of this, and none of them will. The Machine will be gone. This building will be an online newspaper and magazine company. 17 will stay her under a pseudonym in case someone remembers something. Now, Ms. Person, go home. Leave and go. Be here tomorrow." Salinger Twain turns to 17 and uses grand gestures and tells her what to do. She nods and looks at me, then back at him. I walk out of the yellow double doors down the stairs and to the tube to go to my flat. 

The ride home is uninteresting. Nobody talks about what happened at Prose Laboratories. Listening to an album from a recent musical, I get off at my stop and climb the stairs to street level. I walk a small distance to the 4 level building that I call home. Once inside, I climb the four sets of stairs to the top floor. My flat at the end of the hall is silent. I unlock the door and kick my shoes off by the door. I shut the door. Grabbing a bottle of water, I plop down on the couch and turn on the news. 

"-test reports are saying that the creature is flying around Kensingten Gardens, famous for their Esther Flowers. It has not attacked yet, and the military is coming up with a plan to destroy it as we speak." The newswoman speaks with an video of a large blood red dragon over the garden in the background.

All I say is, "Aw shit."

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closer

“Hold me closer,” I beg. My angelic-eyed demon secures me in her arms.

My wish is her command.

Gemnah Maley Bray

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