A Sumitless
Climb by "An Author of Anxious Words" |
Silence of Tourettes Sarah James
Willing eyes, stare through meeting minds Friendly talk heard by nervous ear Then hid like song in space of quiet Writhe in silent pain.
Acquainted eyes, stare through learning minds Sure exchanged of spoken text Then bounced from soul into light
And Tic.
Baffled eyes, stare through intrigued minds Quiet question Reveals truth
Then pause.
Clouded eyes, stare through misted minds Judging views Fall on gentle skin Then shot like daggered bullets Writhe in silent pain.
Opaque eyes, stare through blinded minds Sparks of tongue strikes innocent heart Then flown like light speed arrow Writhe in silent pain.
Pierced skin Severed heart Vacant eyes and Shattered mind Mask of darkened smile I live in silenced pain.
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It hurts by Vallentin It hurts so much |
On the inside looking
out by Vallentin Imagine a window |
Why me by Jenny Worth why me, always me, my brain is like a busy bee, I'm really stressed and all the
rest, My life is really not the best, Why me always me, Kicking and screaming at my mum, life is a real bum, Anger comes when I don't know, I wish this stupid thing would go |
Where is help when I need it by Jenny Worth Cry and scream is what
I do, But not because I hate
you, I cry and scream
because I hate myself and this stupid illness, It makes me hurt
myself, when this happens I get scared about my life, I feel as if no one
cares and if they did they wont be there, Standing by my side.
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Confusion by Jenny Worth Please, please help me God
something's going wrong, I'm feeling really angry inside
what is going on, I'm a T.S sufferer with OCD, I'm trying to live a life, but I
all I can wish is death, Please, please God take a big
deep breath, and make me better, Please dear God make
me better make me strong help me find what's going wrong. |
AT LUNCH ! by Joey
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My Life Mark Brown My life's been good My life's been bad But I've always had My Mum and Dad My life's been a mess its been full of stress My life's been mad My life's been 2 different people - One was charming and one was alarming My life's full of confusion - Which one's bad, which one is amusing My life's been annoying but I've been enjoying My life's been fun - look at all that I've done My life has been mostly good - Whats the point being in a mood |
Anger I don't know why I feel like this But I really, really do At the moment, I feel I'm stuck in icy sticky glue Jenny Worth (aged 12) |
BATCH TS1 When God was making sons one day, He made an extra batch, The parents for these little boys Would have a special catch.
He made them slightly different, Not the same as all the rest, The special batch he made that day, Were by far the very best.
He made some little changes, He filled them full of fun, He gave them wit and humour, And a very special mum.
They're made to keep you on your toes, To take things in your stride, To cope with situation, And hold your head with pride.
They're designed to try your patience, And test you to the limit, But they also come with special love, And a very high spirit.
One day you will wake, And your son will be a man, You will know in your heart, You've done the best you can.
You gave this little boy, The very best you could, You guided him through life, As any parent would.
Now, step back and remember, How it all begun, The little boy that blessed you, Was from batch code TS1
KAREN.
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Just a thought !!! Why oh why do you look at me, it's not my fault, can't you see? It just happens at it's will, I twitch and shout and can't keep still.
I leap, I jump, or fall on my bum, and no, it's really not much fun. I squeak, I shout or sometimes yelp, and no there's nothing that will help.
I spit high into the air, I can land it on a chair, In your lunch or on your coat, and yes, I know it's not a joke.
I often come to sniff your leg, or trampoline upon your bed, I squeeze and pinch and sometimes lick, It has a name, it's called a Tic.
Everyday I tic you see, It's just a big part of me, I also fidget and race around, I can really cover a lot of ground.
Then there comes the noisy bit I also swear as well as hit, My jaw goes click, my teeth go crunch, It's really hard to eat my lunch.
What are you thinking, I can't see, Why oh why do you look at me? I'm just a child with something hidden, I do things that are forbidden.
I have something deep inside, Something that I just can't hide, I have an illness you can't see, There is no cure, I'll never be free.
I have feelings, I cry too, I just can't help the things I do, I have an illness, called TS, I really try to do my best.
So before you judge and before you stare, Think of me, I do care, It shocks me, just like you, And there's very little I can do.
So spare a thought when I kick my foot, Think of me, as you look, It's not really funny, it's not a joke, I'm just a regular kind of bloke.
I try to stop, but it's all in vain, TS can really be a pain. I am happy in my dream, TS and me, the inseparable team. KAREN |
I Hate People - by Mark Brown
I hate people, they are bad. All they do is make me sad.
I hate people - they get me mad All I just say, they're really sad.
I hate people, they are sick I'd love to hit them with a brick.
I hate people, they just stare, I'd love to blow their heads off with a flare.
I hate people, they are evil, they just think I have no feelings... Well I do, and I'm sad. I hate people. |
I Sigh and I Cry - by Mark Brown
I wonder, I blunder, I sigh and I cry I sit alone and wonder why Why I cry is unknown But I know I'm not alone I have a Mum, I have a Dad, And they are there when I am sad I get depressed and very stressed I love them and they're the best |
My Name is Darren - by Darren Wills
My name is Darren, Darren Wills, My head starts to twitch when I miss my pills, Yes, my head starts to twitch, And my leg begins to kick, Folk look away and say - "That nut's sick" |
04 May 2002 Date last updated