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Raw Thoughts
Contributed by
Mild_Tempest
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Thursday, 20th October 2005 @ 03:01:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
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When we finally found our peace,
You had to show up.
You ruined our happiness,
You caused our family to crumble.
I’ve never missed you,
Even when you’re gone a long time.
And when you’re around,
We never even talk.
You neglected me as a child,
Never helping me in any way.
So here I am returning the favor,
Isn’t the paradox ugly?
Throughout my childhood years,
You and mom always fought.
Sometimes it would last hours,
Keeping me from falling asleep.
You guys have kept me up at nights,
Where my mind can’t stop thinking.
If I’m gonna see mom happy,
Or dad every come back.
Of the nights where you two rage on,
You’ve forgotten everyone else.
I’ve had to fight my tears,
Never let a single one drop.
You’ve forgotten who matters to you,
And who you stopped loving.
And whether what you do,
Would affect me in any way.
Mom has always been loving,
Dad has always been angry.
I guess things will be this way,
Even if they’re apart from each other.
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Mild_Tempest
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2005-10-20 15:01:31]
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Re: Raw Thoughts
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by enigma on
Thursday, 20th October 2005 @ 07:24:16 PM AEST
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Hi...my dad was the soft one...my mom was the rageaholic...dad was a people pleaser...mom was a control freak...dad thought he wanted someone to direct his life...mom wanted to control someone's life...but neither one liked themselves when they did what they thought they wanted to do...co-dependant up the wazzoo! Even though dad was the nice one to be around, they were both to blame...doen't really matter...blame doesn't solve anything...doesn't erase the scars...doesn't make life any easier to deal with...
Your poem brings it all back...I'm new to this...I'm loving it...doesn't seem that most people share a lot of themselves in their responses...when you think I've said enough, just tickle the little mouse...
Iodinelove wrote a great poem that relates to this whole thing of ours...angry parents...dumping on their kids...us carrying the scars...The wagon began a slow journey forward, is the poem iodinelove wrote. I should go back and read it, but it speaks of fears, understanding and nothing...there is a conflict...understanding is on one side while fear/nothing is on the other. Fear/nothing does its d---edness to destroy understanding. I am at a point now where I can laugh at myself...when you come to the point of understanding, you realize to your astonishment that all along your fears were a big fat nothing. Every fear we experience has its source in the Attachment Experiences of our infant/toddlerhood...our first three years and more heavily the first one and a half years...honest...
Attachment Experience, (the amalgamation of an infant caregiver's actions that determine if the infant feels safe, or at risk...certain, or uncertain...valued, or devalued...secure, or insecure...significant, or insignificant...worthwhile, or worthless) determines how a child will perceive himself and the world around him. If he is caused to perceive his world as unsafe and himself as worthless, he will be fearful and withdrawn...if he is caused to perceive his world as safe and himself as worthwhile, he will be confident and outgoing...guess who will have the wholesome relationships...of course his perception will not be either all safe or all unsafe...every conceiveable variation is possible...no duplications...the finger print concept...this is decided for him by the time he is three...
I sound off the wall, don't I? Check it out on the web.
Iodinelove's poem offers the only escape...UNDERSTANDING...when that understanding sinks all the way down to your deepest sorrow, you come to understand that life is a hoot! It's a lot of fun. You don't have to be so doggone serious and morose all the time.
Thank you for putting our experience down on...well, into a poem and on the net...it's just nice to connect...
Oh, by the way...I was one of those who was exptremely fearful and painfully withdrawn...I ain't anymore! I'm an enigma!
blessings,
enigma...ron
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Re: Raw Thoughts
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by Grey_Matters on
Friday, 21st October 2005 @ 10:06:30 AM AEST
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So many people have to experience this. and to me there's no greater present than to let people know they're not alone, keep writing what you feel, amazing....
p.s. I hate that nauseous nervous feeling you get when they scream... |
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Re: Raw Thoughts
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by ChibiMiroku on
Friday, 21st October 2005 @ 09:40:52 PM AEST
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My mother is the controlling one in my family; my dad is the one who sits back and laughs as we trip. But eh.
I suppose that my opinion doesn't really affect your writing though, because when my parents argue, I can't help but laugh. Doh! |
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