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[aid] => mick
[title] => My confession
[time] => 2004-11-21 11:03:27
[hometext] => this one wrote itself....the content is sad but very true and personal.please be gental.........comments appreciated as always
[bodytext] =>
Its time to come clean,
If you are unsure what I mean,
Carry on reading this confession,
Of my suppressed depression.
As a young child I watched my mum being abused,
Constantly being used.
Memories of her being beaten so vivid,
Something I have lived with.
Another thing, the alcoholic father,
This is something that has just got harder and harder.
Aged eight he tells me he’s going to commit suicide.
This is when I began to hide.
Aged eleven I found my talent of expression.
My pain no longer such a burden,
Until I had my heart shattered.
This is when my personality altered.
Aged fifteen, self-harming became a way of life,
The comfort of my razor blade or knife.
My dear father finally sectioned for a mental break down.
This caused me an emotional meltdown.
I couldn’t handle the pressure, so I wrote more,
As my heart tore,
I cried for hours and my mum couldn’t understand,
Which made my anger expand.
Aged sixteen, my birthday spent stupidly drunk,
I woke and couldn’t believe to the level I sunk.
All I could think of was my dear daddy.
This made me resentful and angry.
Now present day, I am beginning to crack again,
Just feels like back when I was only just ten.
May be this makes things a little clearer,
Yours sincerely the poems author.
SJ
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[topic] => 48
[informant] => little_genna
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 19
[ratings] => 5
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => EmotionalPoetry
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My confession
Contributed by
little_genna
on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 11:03:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Its time to come clean,
If you are unsure what I mean,
Carry on reading this confession,
Of my suppressed depression.
As a young child I watched my mum being abused,
Constantly being used.
Memories of her being beaten so vivid,
Something I have lived with.
Another thing, the alcoholic father,
This is something that has just got harder and harder.
Aged eight he tells me he’s going to commit suicide.
This is when I began to hide.
Aged eleven I found my talent of expression.
My pain no longer such a burden,
Until I had my heart shattered.
This is when my personality altered.
Aged fifteen, self-harming became a way of life,
The comfort of my razor blade or knife.
My dear father finally sectioned for a mental break down.
This caused me an emotional meltdown.
I couldn’t handle the pressure, so I wrote more,
As my heart tore,
I cried for hours and my mum couldn’t understand,
Which made my anger expand.
Aged sixteen, my birthday spent stupidly drunk,
I woke and couldn’t believe to the level I sunk.
All I could think of was my dear daddy.
This made me resentful and angry.
Now present day, I am beginning to crack again,
Just feels like back when I was only just ten.
May be this makes things a little clearer,
Yours sincerely the poems author.
SJ
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Re: My confession
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by pixie on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 11:25:27 AM AEST
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so sad and emotional, very powerful, and very honest
takecare,
pixie xx |
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Re: My confession
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by Mangs on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 11:44:15 AM AEST
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| deep...painful....glad u let it out... |
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Re: My confession
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by Gimpie on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 12:13:03 PM AEST
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| wow, really emotional. I'm glad you let it flow and hopefully it helped some. you have a lot of talent..hope to read more |
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Re: My confession
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by Dusty on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 12:16:46 PM AEST
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I hope this poem helped ease your suffering to a degree. It was a wonderful write, very sincere.
~Dusty~ |
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Re: My confession
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by a_bear on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 02:31:43 PM AEST
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| yes, it does help the reader understand and it must have been a hard thing to share..thanks for trusting us with your fragile, lovely heart.. may it heal soon with no missing pieces. |
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Re: My confession
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by OhSaige on
Sunday, 21st November 2004 @ 04:58:08 PM AEST
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Very heartfelt and a tough read. Thank you for share a very private issue.
Saige
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Re: My confession
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by Spike on
Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 10:08:38 PM AEST
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The fracture lines will always be there, but so will the strength that holds them together, I hope. A powerful and courageous revelation.
Spike |
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Re: My confession
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by Pyrofungus on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 12:52:05 PM AEST
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you have so much talent for expressing yourself especially with such a delicate and personal subject as of this...so sad...I'm so sorry hun!
Summer |
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Re: My confession
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by dolly_dagger on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 05:17:38 PM AEST
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omg...stacey. that is just so... wow i dont really know. ive never seen u write so well. this is amazing. a heart-wrenching insight. perhaps a new set of school-friends (similar 2 year 5) will set u back on track. anything i can do..u know where i am.
xxxxx |
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Re: My confession
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by gmcse8 on
Friday, 17th February 2006 @ 01:07:59 PM AEST
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| I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS COMMENT IS GOING TO COME OUT SO JUST AM GOING TO BE ABSOULUTELY HONEST. JUST REREAD THE POEM FOR THE SIXTH TIME TODAY. I CANNOT FATHOM ALL OF THE PAIN THAT WAS MOTHER TO THIS POEM. FIRST TIME I READ IT I FELT I HAD BEEN KICKED IN THE STOMACH. SIT STUNNED FOR SEVERAL MINUTES. STUNNED AS MUCH BY THE IMAGERY EVOKED, AS THE EMOTIONS THE WORDS GIVE LIFE TO. THE SECOND TIME I READ IT THE POWER OF THE WORDS INDUCED A RAGE IN ME CAUSING ME TO WANT TO CAUSE REALLY SEVERE BODILY INJURY TO SOMEONE, I KNOW HOW TO DO THAT TOO, I WORK FOR THE POLICE YOU KNOW. THIRD TIME THROUGH, A DEEP DEEP SADDNESS CAME OVER ME. I GRIEVED FOR THAT SQUANDERED CHILDHOOD. THE FOURTH TIME, I WANTED TO PUT ON SOME OLD RUSTY ARMOUR AND GALLOP TO THE RESCUE, THE FIFTH TIME I WONDERED HOW MUCH OF WHAT I READ WAS LITERAL AND HOW MUCH WAS CURRENT AND BECAME VERY WORRIED. THE SIXTH TIME I BEGIN TO LOOK AT IT ALL DIFFERENTLY. HERE WAS A PERSONA THAT HAD BEEN THROUGH THE FIRES, HAD BEEN MOLDED BY THOSE FIRES AND HAS SEEMINGLY FOUND A WAY TO OVERCOME THEM. I MAY BE READING IT WRONG BUT IT APPEARS TO ME THAT I SENSE A STRONGER PERSON THAN I FIRST FELT WHEN READING IT. THE STRENGTH AND POWER OF THE POEM BECOMES EVIDENT WITH EACH READING AND THE STRENGTH AND POWER OF THE WRITER BEGINS TO ILLUMINATE IT. I AM GLAD THAT YOU HAVE FOUND A VOICE THAT HELPS YOU DEAL WITH LIFE, IT IS A MOVING, TALENTED VOICE, AND I FEEL HONORED THAT YOU ALLOWED ME TO READ IT. A REMARKABLE WORK THAT EVOKES SO MANY DIFFERENT REACTIONS WITH EACH READING. START OFF FEELING "WHAT A SAD LITTLE GIRL" AND END WITH WHAT A STRONG YOUNG WOMAN. THERE IS A SAYING I AM SURE YOU HAVE HEARD " WHAT DOES NOT KILL US MAKES US STRONGER" SO WHEN YOU START TO FEEL LIKE YOUR GOING TO "CRACK" AGAIN THINK OF THAT. |
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