This is, in my opinion, a brilliantly produced and inspirational album.
Available on Amazon and Itunes.
‘Forever Faithless was the best selling dance album of 2005.’ — Wikipedia
I think I should probably mention that all of the poems posted to this blog were written by me (including this one), unless I was to state otherwise.. Anyway, thought I’d better clarify that.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poetry.
Hugs & Kisses,
Titch.
It’s over
The time has come. I can’t wait to escape,
to finally be free. Free from your chains.It’s over.
Like freedom, the words taste sweet;
for I’ve taken my revenge, but this is sweeter.It’s over.
No longer can I pretend I even like you.
I can’t even lie to myself anymore.It’s over.
And, no it’s not me, it’s you. It always has been,
after all, you’re the reason I’m ending it.It’s over.
Song of the Day:
Meredith Brooks - ‘Bitch’
I loved this song when it came out in 1997,
and still love it now.
As it is one of the most played songs on my iPod, I’m picking this as my ‘Song of the Day.’
Everyone is made up of different facets - and that is what makes us interesting.
— Hugs & Kisses, Titch.
Song of a Psychiatric Survivor
This poem has been posted before on both my personal tumblr and on the blog for my mental health anti-stigma campaign Free Your Mind.
But, frankly, I can’t be bothered to re-blog. It’s my shit anyway… ;)
Song of a Psychiatric Survivor
They want to have control.
They want to always maintain the power.From the moment I was born,
Right up until my final hour.I’ve been beaten, I’ve been raped;
At times I feel as though I am lucky to be alive.But, in the words of Gloria Gaynor,
I know, ‘I will survive.’
The End
The point-of-no-return
is rapidly getting closer.
Turning back
all I see are blurred memories,
and the people I’ve left behind
Walking forward
I pick up my pace
making my heart race.
Unsure of what I’m heading toward,
but I’m resilient
and know I must carry on.
As I get closer
the light becomes brighter,
or is it darker?
I am scared of what lies ahead;
this path is unknown to me,
and to everyone who will ever walk it
I’m almost there now
My breathing slows,
or had it stopped?
It’s becoming much harder to think,
and my heart beats its final beat.
This is my stop.
I have reached the end of the line.
Screaming mother
A woman screams as she pushes a pram,
‘Shut up’. Loud and harsh.
I barely hear the child,
the delinquent, whose mother now wants him to ‘grow up’.
How can a child act older?
He’s not ready to pack away
the childish things.
You are the adult, not him.
It’s over
The time has come. I can’t wait to escape,
to finally be free. Free from your chains.
It’s over.
Like freedom, the words taste sweet;
for I’ve taken my revenge, but this is sweeter.
It’s over.
No longer can I pretend I even like you.
I can’t even lie to myself anymore.
It’s over.
And, no it’s not me, it’s you. It always has been,
after all, you’re the reason I’m ending it.
It’s over.
