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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Funny how…. life drifts in & out of clarity like conversation wrapped around long springing curls of stories counting steps of colors at the edges colors that I wanted so, to touch again at the time, I was fast asleep, could only see the grays of grave yard shifts when one holds their lips tightly together life becomes a lie that was my first mistake I had forgotten how to fight those blasting honking noises in my ears no longer able to find our front yard only storage bins where long forgotten letters lay hissing at me...like a great black panther slinking over my doorway I remember our fifth anniversary Void...alone, drinking my own full moon out of a bottle of courvoiser the dark imprint, of his body in our empty bed, lay crying with me our anniversary, ripped my flesh like talons of a black crow while i scratched my knees on the shards of glass... from his adventures with other women how long, how longon the upside, there were no voices screaming & twisting my face on the eve of this special day has it been? how much longer will I take this? the fire was pretend, you’d be surprised what one is capable of practicing when their life could change in a matter of minutes... or seconds... but you think and you weigh out the balance life...death........ was I in-between? where did I fit in all of this? what had I gotten myself into to love, to be loved, to believe? there were lots of times I spent sliding on my belly, face pressed down in the dirt of his words all crumbling brown blackish stench of rotting self image he grew strong like a mean man walking a dog on a leash, he gives em so much lead, then WHAM, he snaps it back... the dog, chocking up blood that dog was me... and you divide the risk, multiply the chances that he may come after you like he so often says screaming until... until you blacked out unafraid....sensless or the times, you’d fly across the room without the assistance of a net reformed like a reborn human in the path of an 18 wheeler... food is fuel...in an empty space redundant cobalt blue tugging my my stomach, until nothing stayed down endangered perspectives, swooping past me at the speed of light disintegrating in a pattern of hopelessness softness drawing out, like melting snow being sopped up by some giant bug infested sponge with the pungent odor of rotting cantaloupe and the endless darkness of the hole where I went to escape the chillness nothing was pretty staying alive meant scrunching up in a fetal position where imaginary friends were short-listed silence grew intergalactical like some matrix that awakened goose bumps on the flesh of my apocalyse enslaved in some infinate dungeon tall spirals of mist reach up now passing light fingers through me God, it’s a good life!!! I’ve come further down the river then first thought swimming in cool deep waters where there ain't no boundaries and the word silence, is carved clear across the evening sky as if to say, "you’ve escaped, come hell or high water.... you’ve escaped gal" and I had!...yanno? loosing nothing and waist deep in those colors.... you could to...~ don't ever sell yourself short! [This message has been edited by LeeJ (08-25-2006 06:40 AM).] |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Amen! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"he grew strong like a mean man walking a dog on a leash, he gives em so much lead, then WHAM, he snaps it back... the dog, chocking up blood that dog was me..."  Very sad. And it makes my blood boil at the same time!! LUV YA HUN! JL  Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
From submergence to emergence! You are not just a survivor ~ you are a thriver!  Loving hug, Linda |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"there were lots of times I spent sliding on my belly, face pressed down in the dirt of his words" profound LeeJ and well done... |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
This deserves to be the anthem of those that have worn not only the shoes, but the shackles of abuse. Some would call this "therapeutic", but as any survivior will attest, you can never "write" away the pain, only try to express and educate what it means to endure. Very well written. You have my deepest admiration. Sandra |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
And I still designate you as the total WOMAN! You Rock as they say today. love, martyjo |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Lee , wonderful emotional flow through the high and the low , your colourful words now glow , hey bravo Hope |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
You said it all sistah, and I would add my Amen to this..... |
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