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Not Free (Because I have no money...)
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Not Free (Because I have no money...) |
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AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 
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If hope and honesty was the world's currency, I would not have to leave my home of only six months. Only six months, yet forever in my heart, for it was the most amazingly happy (I've never been happy) and supportive place I have ever ever known. If humanity rewarded pride and passion instead of greed and power, I would not have to go back to the dirty hovel (that meticulously clean and shining house) I would never call my home. I would not have to go back to the place where I was physically beaten, emotionally raped, and very carefully belittled for nearly eighteen years... If planet Earth saw fit to love all people WHO LOVE ALL PEOPLE, I would remain dancing among the angels who by chance alighted upon my life. I would dance on bruised and battered feet till I one day collapse in heaps of happy hearts... Because I have no money I must let go of my first chance at love. Because I have no money I must reattach my rusty shackles. Because I have no money I am once again a slave to momma's sucidal tendencies. I am careful what I say. I don't want it to be my fault, my blame, my pain. Because I have no money.... Because I have no money I am again free of me. Though that is not the freedom I have been craving. Not the freedom I oh-so-barely brushed against. Not free not me just destined to be not free.  "No one has ever loved ~anyone~ the way ~everyone~ wants to be loved" ~Mignon McLaughlin~ [This message has been edited by AniKay83 (10-07-2002 09:40 PM).] |
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CSKpoet Senior Member
since 2002-07-12
Posts 845Island in Paradise |
A very sad and bitter poem..hopelessness will kill you..but in America, there is always help to be found for the abused...This I know first hand..I have'nt much money either...but I finally got free of my abuser...please ask for help! I am prayin' for you and you may email me if you'd like aloha, Cher Poetry is: |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very sad poem but a good write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 |
Sad poetry is just a healthy way to keep me from being sad! Does that make sense? I'm not sure if it does myself! LOL  Thanks for the replies! ~Krissie "No one has ever loved ~anyone~ the way ~everyone~ wants to be loved" |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
Yes, it makes sense. I do the same thing. I hope things get better for you. I loved this poem. Very sad, and very beautiful. Thank you. Kielo |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Krissy, well you kept the theme of honesty all the way through and I loved the phrase:"heaps of happy hearts"...and, as with many of your poems this is reeking in creativity. Venting is good but you might be able to find a more helpful venue on the net; it is loaded w. help sites. I made my e-mail available now. Still post poems. Hope is a product of hard work. Remember this: If life was meant to be heaven on earth, there would be no point in live birth. And, honey, you have more heart and soul and life in you than the next ten posters put together. Must be a reason you are here. Life is a roller coaster, pretend you are at an amusement park. Use your imagination. Big Hugs To You, Pat  without surrender, be on good terms with all persons... |
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AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 |
Thank you much, as always. Good idea- I love roller coasters. ~Krissie |
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