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HAUNTING MEMORIES
Contributed by
angelabella
on
Saturday, 20th August 2011 @ 08:39:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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As I've entered the Foxworth Hall
It's high ceilings and mighty pillars
that stand so tall
Welcoming me with anxiety and grief
As the walls watch me as I stiff
I breathe the air of shame and guilt
I was nothing but made of filth!
I slept in the room born out of vengeance
So to think of it as a good riddance---------
From the grief, shame,guilt
And the knowing eyes of the walls
But they've crept...forcefully crawl...crawl...
Into my dreams and into my soul
As I let them divulge me and let me fall
Back to the time when I was small,
Vulnerable and Imprisoned
From the world's splendor
Haunting memories raced into my mind
Buried in yesterday's seeds; in this rubble,
Myself I can't find
Forever will I carry this guilt and shame
That I'm here and alive
Unto my grave, the memories of paper flowers,
Twin's laughter and these haunting past will I bring.
Copyright ©
angelabella
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2011-08-20 20:39:58]
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Re: HAUNTING MEMORIES
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by erniej on
Sunday, 21st August 2011 @ 12:23:51 PM AEST
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From one generation handed down to the next convictions, attitudes, self worth and a belief of how a person fits in is like having a code carved into stone of the mind, heart and soul.
The people who taught you these beliefs were victims of victims just like you are a victim of your parents beliefs learned from their parents, who were also victims. And it’s all lies.
You need to re-carve the text of your inner scroll with the true text about how wonderful and precious you really are. Then you will be a victim no longer and you will be able to pass down the truth and stop at least one person to not become a victim.
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Re: HAUNTING MEMORIES
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by shereal_14 on
Wednesday, 31st August 2011 @ 02:03:20 PM AEST
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| I really like this poem...well chosen rhyming words...but i must say this to you: while i realize this poem was inspired by the novel by V.C Andrews, (who is a very good author by the way) I also see some sort of inner struggle within yourself, like maybe you have been victimized. I am hoping this is not the case, but let your emotions out in your writing, that's what i do and it seems to help. For I too, am a victim, or was. No more am I a victim, and you don't have to be either. take care, and keep up the good work!!!! |
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