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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 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.
You’re not alone. I (and others too, I’m sure) know that feeling all too well. :)
Hugs & Kisses,
Titch
#LonerasRebel
I want to take a short break from London. Unfortunately, no-one has agreed to come with me (thus far). So, I’m using social networking to plan my break away; with the aim of having a sociable week/weekend away. Not sure this’ll work, but here goes…
I’m planning a break away from London.
My plan…
Right. It seems I’ll be going to the Isle of Wight for my short beak, which mainly boils down to issues with budget and travel. But, it is all good!
From the looks of things; it seems that two of my closest friends will be joining me for this vacation, these two lovelies are:
Michael ‘Frost’ Williamson (@mwfrost on Twitter); & Lucy (@Loopysos on Twitter).Both of who have Vlogs on YouTube: Lucy’s channel can be found at Loopzcreate99 and Michael’s channel can be found at mwfrost.
We’re still hoping to meet people, and socialise with them in their area (as was the original plan).
The rules for meeting people during our vacation still apply.
We are only happy to meet those who are 100% happy about meeting us;
it’s not that we’re a dangerous or troublesome lot, but we want any company we meet to feel comfortable in our presence, and vice versa.
(Obviously meeti in a crowded place - which should really go without saying - and preferably, if we’re meeting for the first time, it’s probably best to have somone we know around us at that time.) I may seem a little anal, but experience has taught me to be cautious at all times (…mostly). :)We’re planning of having a relaxed, friendly, and sociable week/weekend; so, if that sounds good to you the don’t hesitate to get in contact.
I am also on Twitter as @TitchBitch, and I’ll be posting updates on how well (or not) this personal project is progressing.
We still need help looking for cheap accommodation, in the Isle of Wight, (B’n’Bs/Hotels); so, if you have any recommendations then please do submit them into my ‘Ask’ box.
Hugs & Kisses,
Titch
#LonerasRebel
I want to take a short break from London. Unfortunately, no-one has agreed to come with me (thus far). So, I’m using social networking to plan my break away; with the aim of having a sociable week/weekend away. Not sure this’ll work, but here goes…
I’m planning a break away from London.
My plan…
Ode to My Childhood Best Friend
For years we were friends but I never got to know you.
If I’d glimpsed the truth sooner; I would’ve disowned you.
I’d tell you my problems, you’d tell me to get lost; is that what best friends do?
Then you jumped straight into bed with my boyfriend,
you didn’t even have to think it through.
Remember school where you used me to perfect the nasty art of lying?
Turning peers against me so that they would leave me crying.
The only pretence on my part was from me to myself.
Whereas you were never real, you were never yourself.
I don’t know if you know this, but everybody slates you.
Including me and mine; we all hate you too!
Once I was so lost in your tangled web of lies…
I’ll never regret the day we finally said good-bye.
My Love for You is Like No Other
My desire for you burns,
no, not burns, searing.
My passion for you courses through my veins,
pushing me to my point of no return.
My dreams are plagued by the vision of you;
I dream of only you my pet.
It aches in my gut and my mouth is so dry,
when I think of you I have trouble breathing.
But do you ever think of me I wonder?
I shouldn’t think so.
No.
Not me.
Your secret stalker.
Siting in a field of grass (age 3). Crying. Alone.
