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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Memories Of Madness
[time] => 2003-01-01 20:40:00
[hometext] => This poem was written about my mother who suffers from alcoholism. I was trying to express how she not only hurts herself but me and my brothers, dad, and sister.
[bodytext] => Memories Of Madness
She’s one person by day,
And another by night
Saying things she won’t remember,
But I can’t forget
It’s hard to hate someone so close,
And forgive someone so mean
It’s hard to listen to others complain,
When you would give anything to have what they have
It’s hard for me to understand the way she thinks,
As she tries to justify all she does
Knowing she’s wrong,
But not being able to brush off all she says
Watching as she hurts not only me, but all those I love,
And hating her for it
She knows not what she does,
But I do
She is the one person I should love,
But I cannot find the strength
It’s more than just being a teen,
It’s being hurt
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[informant] => Carl
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[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 1
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[topicname] => EmotionalPoetry
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Memories Of Madness
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Carl
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Wednesday, 1st January 2003 @ 08:40:00 PM in AEST
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EmotionalPoetry
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Memories Of Madness
She’s one person by day,
And another by night
Saying things she won’t remember,
But I can’t forget
It’s hard to hate someone so close,
And forgive someone so mean
It’s hard to listen to others complain,
When you would give anything to have what they have
It’s hard for me to understand the way she thinks,
As she tries to justify all she does
Knowing she’s wrong,
But not being able to brush off all she says
Watching as she hurts not only me, but all those I love,
And hating her for it
She knows not what she does,
But I do
She is the one person I should love,
But I cannot find the strength
It’s more than just being a teen,
It’s being hurt
Copyright ©
Carl
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2003-01-01 20:40:00]
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Re: Memories Of Madness
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by juliette on
Wednesday, 1st January 2003 @ 09:35:33 PM AEST
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Addiction of any kind is tragic, and after reading your poem my heart breaks for you and your situation. I'm glad that you have an outlet in your words. I want to tell you that I have been in your shoes and the hardest part of all of it is learning not to follow in the footsteps of those around us. You are at a very impressionable age and I hope you learn which path not to take from your mother, as sad as that sounds. Also I want to tell you, to please try not to hate her. Remember that alcoholism is a disease. And email if you need a friend. Good luck.
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Re: Memories Of Madness
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by OreO on
Thursday, 2nd January 2003 @ 06:11:50 AM AEST
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My friend hate is a very strong word, and it is going to cause me to tell you this story, i haven't even thought of these people in such a long time and this poem spawned it out...for one thing my mother suffered from alcoholism herself ...i watched my mother stay drunk most of my entire life....and it does hurt my friend it truly does....one of my friends that i had, her parents both suffered from alcoholism, and i remember when i was in the 7th or 8th grade, somewhere around there that every single time her parents would go out drinking and leave us there....and we would talk and wait for them to come home as we knew what was coming, the dad would normally walk through the front door and the mother of my friend was always sitting out in the car to drunk to move....so when he would come in the door he would go to their room and stay without a word to say to us....we would go out and drag her out of the car..... a grown woman mind you who was heavy, and we did actually drag her......allllll the way into the house where we put her to bed...fully dressed, we did this every single time i spent the night over there, and many nights after doing that the father of my friend would beat her....this was a very hard time in my life as well but later in years, about 4 to be exact ....my friends mother died ...her liver failed due to her alcoholism....i am not saying this will happen to your mother my friend but please use the word hate with care......you never know when you will wake up without her....just be there for her .....and even though it hurts you....the more you help her....the better you will feel....or should.....i know i did....thank you for sharing this one my friend it's taken me back in time pretty far....
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Re: Memories Of Madness
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Friday, 3rd January 2003 @ 12:19:33 AM AEST
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Wow!! What a poem!! Such a strong show of feelings here.. I can only imagine some of the pain you must feel, Carl..but never give up hope... Your Mom needs help and perhaps you might be the one to do so... encourage her to seek the help she needs..
Hugs, Jenni
P/S Welcome to YPDC...we are all family here and wiling to listen if you need to talk... ok..All it takes is a private message... J.. |
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