My kind of Madness

No! You can't go back. You know what is there. You walked away from it. No! You cannot go back. This could be a life or death decision . . . Jen! You cannot go back. If I can do it YOU can do it, and by doing it, I mean you cannot go back.

One day at a time i wont doll. HP willing. Tjanks Jerry. For er luvin kindness.

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J

that fucking bottle...this one hit me hard Jen..great write

Thank you. Baby inspired.

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Jennifer

It cannot be easy when the ghosts of closets begin rattling their chains through your memory.
Your courage and strength through writing will be your armor. And your decision to carry onward
while exorcising thoughts will become your own hero.

 Certainly all those things can be doll.
Tomorrow back to cunts and cocks lol

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J

I think we all have a bit of madness in side us dose it over come us or do we over come it that the question a lot of us ask are self's in the middle of the night while we lay awake

Thanks for sharing

Insomniac. Guess.

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Jennifer

"Be still praise God."
"Goes unanswered. "
"Stillness unheard of in my manic mad mind."
~these three are hard hitting at the gate & do-soo stun... of the asking and the silence..
Adore the foundation for the plea.. demons tend lurk in many diff bottles when we are rubbed just raw enuf.

"I wonder how long i can white knuckle grasp holding onto self...."
~forceful grasp, thoroughly ingrained in my mind darlins..from your capture.
*kissin those knuckles & offering..then insisting.. that you rest awhile, snugglin my shoulder.
The heart strength, the Will-- rings louder than the madness as I see you!

As in all, it seems we struggle to fight ourselves more than the numbing agent that bedevils us..
this is a great comp entry and I feel every line..*rubbin irish luckees on it! ;)
warm nuzzles of heart, my sweet kindred soul of Jen..
~T

Cried when you offered, insisted me, rest my head on your shoulder.
You precious thing T.
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I dont sleep.

When i do, my dreams scare me so, i vow never to shut my eyes again.

Yes. Think id sleep, my head on Shoulder of someone i love like you.

Durn it T. A blubbering mess now, and sooo happy to see your sweet language.  

Be okay sister of pen. Darlin i love 💗you.

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Jennifer

There's an entire novel to be spawned from the seeds in that piece.  Consider it Jennifer.

Maybe with help. You could. Thanks, thats awesome kitten.

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J

Hi Jen,
Can't go back is right, there's only hell there for you. I'm glad you are getting it out in verse instead of getting it on with the bottle. Super honest and strong write Jen.
John

Thank ypu doll of such good heart! Made me smile.

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Jen

"Ramblingthoughtrunoneintotheotherramblingthrough my aching head." love this line!

Take each breath with presence.

Nice write Calamity.

Breeeeeeaaaathe....xo

Okay...so thats what you do.
No racing thoughts.

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Jennifer

It is hard to hold on.  There's always the temptation of the bottle or other sources of comfort that just don't last, and prove destructive in the long run.  Your poem shows that struggle and a fear that comes in waves.  It can be a daily battle, and that heaviness in your heart and soul can bring you down.  But not quite.  I believe that your prayers will be answered, and madness relieved.  Judging by the strength of your lines I'd say you're on your way, Jennifer.  This is fine work and not the incoherent ramblings of a lunatic.  This is lucid and strong.  Evenyourrunonsentencesmakesense.      

Lol love the last line. And yes, im pass the point where the obsession has been lifted. Its np longer my first thought of the day or the last.

Thanks. Darlin!

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Jennifer

Lol love the last line. And yes, im pass the point where the obsession has been lifted. Its np longer my first thought of the day or the last.

Thanks. Darlin!

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Jennifer

Dark dark dark stuff but I'd be lying
if I said if wasn't captivating n cleverly expressed!

Thank you doll. And its not often felt.

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Jennifer

Jennifer I know as sure as the dawn comes that you can resist that devil bottle. Having read you I've glimpsed the heart of a strong woman. There is so much you have to live for. I know you can do it my love.

Your lover and supporter come what may,
John