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Paula Finn
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missouri

0 posted 2001-03-19 11:32 PM


I was just sixteen
It was just another day at school
Til my eyes met yours
Quite by chance ya know?
You were walking with a friend
You both had the same name
And when I called to him
You both turned...

A few days later
After having you constantly on my mind
There you were, in the library
What should I do?
Should I speak?
Or just ignore you?
You looked up and smiled
Decision made...

You asked could I go riding
That very next Friday night
I said I have to ask first but call me ok?
And you did that very afternoon
And when mom got home
I asked
And she said I suppose
And I was in heaven...

Oh my when you showed up
You were on a motorcycle
Mom was so angry
But I didnt know really I didnt
And still she let me go
We spent hours just riding
My arms tight around you
And you just said goodnight...

From that day
It was you and I
Together, inseperable
We became us
The whole school knew you
The bad boy, but not to me
To me you were just lonely like me
But no more...

We had wonderful times
The bike our freedom from the world
When we rode it was just us
Bodies close together
No need to speak because we understood
And we loved
Too fast surely
Too far...

One day I cant even remember why
You hit me
I remember the pain
You hit your knees crying
Begging me to forgive you
Telling me how sorry you were
Begging me to stay
Saying it would never happen again...

And I believed you
Why wouldnt I
Nothing in my life had prepared me for this
This cycle of abuse
The beatings the tears
His and mine
The pain the second chances given
For love...

I learned to hide the bruises
To lie about the pain
And pretend I didnt live in fear
Of saying the wrong thing
Of wearing the wrong clothes
Of setting him off
And starting it all over again
And again...

But somehow I found the strength
To walk... well to run away
And tho I lived in terror
That you would somehow find me
You never did
And I healed and grew
Becoming who I am now
I was sixteen...

© Copyright 2001 Paula Finn - All Rights Reserved
Joyce Johnson
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1 posted 2001-03-19 11:44 PM


A lesson learned too early and yet too late. I hope the subject of this finds her happiness. Joyce
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2 posted 2001-03-19 11:46 PM


Very moving poem. I don't think memories like this are ever truly forgotten and perhaps that is a form of protection, to keep it from happening again. I hope you have found a happier life.

Betty Lou Hebert

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3 posted 2001-03-20 12:48 PM


Paula

I have never experienced the suffering that you had at the hands of another. However I have witnessed it and I commend you on finding the strength to: "To walk... well to run away" I bid you peace and happiness.

Shawn




"You can't reason with your heart; it has it's own laws and thumps about things which the intellect scorns."
~ Mark Twain

[This message has been edited by startin_fresh (edited 03-20-2001).]

serenity blaze
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4 posted 2001-03-20 12:54 PM


Why does that always come as such a shock?I'm glad you had the sense to run like hell.
Funny, this is an echo of a conversation I had earlier. If violence is an option for someone, it will remain that way. So either run like hell, or be prepared to live, wondering when the next "episode" will be.
Hugs lady.

JamesMichael
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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
5 posted 2001-03-20 05:03 AM


And whats sad is you will always remember him as the guy that hit you...James
JLR
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6 posted 2001-03-20 07:41 PM


I had a teenage experience just like that.....that bike was an incredible feeling. Thank God, I didn't marry him, though. Ha! How different would be the poetry? Great, great poem and expression. Chapter 2?
ethome
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since 2000-05-14
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New Brunswick Canada
7 posted 2001-03-20 08:44 PM


Is there any explanation for the reason why he would do that! I'm sure some physcologist has a reason trumped up form an over educated comparison to another case....but the truth is why? I have to say I'm baffled because I was brought up by my grandad who always trained me to have respect for women...in his mind they were the weaker sex...I'm not so sure! I always get upset when a certain human being thinks they have the right to excerise physical dominace over another...I mean after all isn't that what our democracy is supposed to be about? FREEDOM in all of our hearts and the aspect of that doesn't change............never never would I think it was right for you to strike me Paula.I'm just using that for an example but I know that you'll know what I mean........you are a special poet for writing this! Love to you Eric

The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges.

Bill Charles
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highways, & byways, for now
8 posted 2001-03-20 08:47 PM


Paula - what a touching writing you have done. A story of young love and heartbreak. I'm sorry for your pain, and I do wish you the best.

BC

Paula Finn
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missouri
9 posted 2001-03-21 03:20 AM


Joyce...all life is a lesson...some just more painful than others...thanks

Trillium...no never forgotten although I'd like to...thank you

startin_fresh...I'm very glad you havent...and thank you

serenity...well it took me a while to learn...but I did...and you kow the missing verse here...thanks my sweet friend

James...yes thats exactly what I remember...hugs my friend

JLR...chapter 2? are you crazy girl? No really thank you...and maybe someday

Eric...my sweet poet man...as if I would ever raise my hand to you in anything other than love...but yes I do know what you mean...and yes I could (and did) make excuses for him...he had a really terrible childhood...but thats NEVER an excuse...you are what you choose to be regardless of your past...I only wish I could have written it all...and Im not special Eric...I'm just me...HUGS times a jillion

Bill...it was long ago and far away...thank you for caring


Saunni
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since 2000-07-11
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West Virginia
10 posted 2001-03-21 07:59 PM


Paula, this is so very sad. I can't believe you went through that at such an early age and as the rest have said, thank God you were able to walk away. This is a great write for a sad story. Take care.

Sauni

Sauni :)
Have you ever known the color grey when the nighttime finds you weak
I have, I've walked that road each time; that's where my angel sleeps

JLR
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11 posted 2001-03-21 08:14 PM


I meant chapter 2 as in your life, not with this person. And yes, I am crazy. Ha!
Nate Dogg
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Georgia, Fulton
12 posted 2001-03-21 11:09 PM


A very good weave, Paula...I'm glad you used your common sense to escape his violent grasps...peace and love!!

Nathan

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13 posted 2001-03-21 11:34 PM


Paula, you laid this poem out very well showing your initial attraction, the excitement, the abuse and the leaving in a very simple and yet profound manner....very well done..
Paula Finn
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missouri
14 posted 2001-03-22 12:55 PM


Saunni...I thank you...walking away was harder than anyone thinks it should be...

JLR...chapter two of my life was years of learning who I really was...learning how to NOT let this happen again...HUGS you silly thing

Nathan...oh sugar I dont know how much of it was common sense and how much was just sheer desparation...thank you

Balladeer...its always an honour when you read something I have written...I just told it how it happened...most of it anyway...thank you sir

Jellybean King
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Jelly, Bean
15 posted 2001-03-22 10:24 AM


...this bittersweet ballad of love, betrayal and self discovery takes the reader on a journey through the experiences of your youth and this phenomenon which many find themselves trapped in...thankfully you escaped. Then emotions here are so strong, and well written, that I found a part of me living those moments with you, although I have not experienced such a thing. Thank you for sharing!

Jellybean King

DreamLess
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since 2001-02-28
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16 posted 2001-03-22 12:52 PM


well i must admit its a very nice story and it was said in a very lovely poem

good work

WRITTEN BY ME..(17 YRS HIGHSCHOOL GIRL)
EASY ON ME.. I'M JUST AN AMATEUR

Paula Finn
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missouri
17 posted 2001-03-22 02:16 PM


Jellybean King...Im happy you ahve never felt this fear...and thank you for your kind words

DreamLess...uh...thanks

inot2B
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since 2000-09-18
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Arkansas
18 posted 2001-03-22 04:26 PM


The young should read this poem and take heed. It is a warning that once it starts it will not stop
"To walk... well to run away"

is the only way to go. Thank you for sharing and hopefully one of these young poets will see theirself and get running.

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