#myjourneythroughmadness

24.07.07 - by Kristie Townsend 3 October 2009 at 17:36 In a darkened pit a space in which I seem to fit despair, fear, my escorts here and paranoia chased hard at my rear been given a label a title, of which I am quite able to stick upon my frowning forehead whilst still wishing I was dead suicidial emotions irrational words spoken secret ritual, daily self harm like starvation and cutting my arm plaster on that fake grin take it all on my chin never to surrender, never to give in for I am merely another child borne of sin

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Sep 27, 2016

Sep 27, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC

Myjourneythroughmadness

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24.07.07 - by Kristie Townsend 3 October 2009 at 17:36 In a darkened pit a space in which I seem to fit despair, fear, my escorts here and paranoia chased hard at my rear been given a label a title, of which I am quite able to stick upon my frowning forehead whilst still wishing I was dead suicidial emotions irrational words spoken secret ritual, daily self harm like starvation and cutting my arm plaster on that fake grin take it all on my chin never to surrender, never to give in for I am merely another child borne of sin

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cutting ties that bind - by Kristie So I cut myself with a knife just to see if I can still feel any thing in this pathetic life But I feel nothing at all as I watch my crimsom blood fall I score my skin, deeper and deeper, push the knife in nothing..... not even a sting...absolutely nothing I fantically seek a virginal place I can carve, cut away my hate self loathing, disgust, as I look at myself, what a ******* state Waiting to faint, as my blood seeps and escapes but as if mocking me, I have to wait relief comes at a price, a deadly cost and reminds me of all that i've lost tired and sleepy, waiting for death to collect me I've planned for no one to save me, finally be free one last slice, just to ensure deep across artery, my blood pumps no more

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC

Myjourneythroughmadness

CUTTING THE TIES THAT BIND

cutting ties that bind - by Kristie So I cut myself with a knife just to see if I can still feel any thing in this pathetic life But I feel nothing at all as I watch my crimsom blood fall I score my skin, deeper and deeper, push the knife in nothing..... not even a sting...absolutely nothing I fantically seek a virginal place I can carve, cut away my hate self loathing, disgust, as I look at myself, what a ******* state Waiting to faint, as my blood seeps and escapes but as if mocking me, I have to wait relief comes at a price, a deadly cost and reminds me of all that i've lost tired and sleepy, waiting for death to collect me I've planned for no one to save me, finally be free one last slice, just to ensure deep across artery, my blood pumps no more

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D.N.A RESULTS by Kristie Townsend (23.07.07) patiently I wait for the pain to stop for blackness to overwhelm my fractious senses for death to soothe my destroyed emotions for eternal silence to end my indifferent pretenses but even drug induced comas or the gift of life, twice leaving my children, or those whom proclaim to care are enough of an incentive for me to wish to remain here I lost my daddy, Eric, Mr T I betrayed myself, I fell apart I believed the DNA results would set me free instead they broke my fragile heart But the universe and life unfolds as indeed it should although not always as I would like or desire and one day, when I look back Im sure Ill be glad that It wasnt my time to expire

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC

Myjourneythroughmadness

DNA RESULTS

D.N.A RESULTS by Kristie Townsend (23.07.07) patiently I wait for the pain to stop for blackness to overwhelm my fractious senses for death to soothe my destroyed emotions for eternal silence to end my indifferent pretenses but even drug induced comas or the gift of life, twice leaving my children, or those whom proclaim to care are enough of an incentive for me to wish to remain here I lost my daddy, Eric, Mr T I betrayed myself, I fell apart I believed the DNA results would set me free instead they broke my fragile heart But the universe and life unfolds as indeed it should although not always as I would like or desire and one day, when I look back Im sure Ill be glad that It wasnt my time to expire

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FOR MY FRIEND.........By kristie Townsend 31.10.09 31 October 2009 at 22:06 I have a friend my love for her, has no end through all of the good stuff, and some times that are bad she proves to me, that she is the bestest friend that I ever had through all the laughter, and and all the tears through the passing of the seasons, and of the years we share with each other all of our hopes, dreams and fears United, together we confront adversity if it nears Through thick and through thin at times when we lose and the triumphs that we win my friend has been my constant companion, she is strong at my side She provides all of the tissues, to mop up the tears that I've cried Petty squabbles and arguements are only a temporary divide all feelings of anger and annoyance are quick to subside this poem is for you, my way of saying THANKS this poem is for my mate ...............................??? you fill in the blanks!!

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Sep 25, 2016

Sep 25, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC

Myjourneythroughmadness

FOR MY FRIEND

FOR MY FRIEND.........By kristie Townsend 31.10.09 31 October 2009 at 22:06 I have a friend my love for her, has no end through all of the good stuff, and some times that are bad she proves to me, that she is the bestest friend that I ever had through all the laughter, and and all the tears through the passing of the seasons, and of the years we share with each other all of our hopes, dreams and fears United, together we confront adversity if it nears Through thick and through thin at times when we lose and the triumphs that we win my friend has been my constant companion, she is strong at my side She provides all of the tissues, to mop up the tears that I've cried Petty squabbles and arguements are only a temporary divide all feelings of anger and annoyance are quick to subside this poem is for you, my way of saying THANKS this poem is for my mate ...............................??? you fill in the blanks!!

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Epitaph (by KT) 19 September 2012 at 12:11 Write me a poem. Use the words you were born with, The words you grew up with, The words you speak everyday of your life. Don't bring me a rose from a garden you did not grow. Better the thick green stalk of a **** Grown wild and unbidden Behind the steps of your back porch. Better a handful of parched grass Plucked fitfully from your own lawn. Write me a poem And let me hear your voice. Unsmooth, raucous, Irritating as the sound of a rusty tricycle trundling by. Let me see your face. Scarred and uncared for, Unwashed and unshaven, Tender and sad. Write me a poem And deliver it to my mossy grave With a ragged bunch of flowers Planted and picked by your hand And read me your words. I WILL LISTEN. And beneath the earth And upon the winds And across the seas I will sound my applause In the song of the tiny sparrow As she flies forever home.

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Sep 23, 2016

Sep 23, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC

Myjourneythroughmadness

Epitaph

Epitaph (by KT) 19 September 2012 at 12:11 Write me a poem. Use the words you were born with, The words you grew up with, The words you speak everyday of your life. Don't bring me a rose from a garden you did not grow. Better the thick green stalk of a **** Grown wild and unbidden Behind the steps of your back porch. Better a handful of parched grass Plucked fitfully from your own lawn. Write me a poem And let me hear your voice. Unsmooth, raucous, Irritating as the sound of a rusty tricycle trundling by. Let me see your face. Scarred and uncared for, Unwashed and unshaven, Tender and sad. Write me a poem And deliver it to my mossy grave With a ragged bunch of flowers Planted and picked by your hand And read me your words. I WILL LISTEN. And beneath the earth And upon the winds And across the seas I will sound my applause In the song of the tiny sparrow As she flies forever home.

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