#21196 - 01/23/11 08:12 AM
Re: Challenge for you
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lori32wf
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Loc: Louisiana
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Now I'm going to lay my son naked on this page LOL. For he's the one I wrote the challenge for. Even though I found it on another website, I knew if I challenged us both it would help in our healing/grieving process. I chose to write about losing love. I was "cheated" on and the woman got pregnant.
My son chose a different route. When I tell his story please don't feel sorry for him. He is learning SO much about himself, and life, through his experiences. And he's SO much like me LOL. He HATES when people pity him. Compassion we understand. But pity we don't tolerate :-s.
On November 9th of last year my beautiful granddaughter was born. Unfortunately she didn't draw her first breath of air. Zoie will forever live in our memories and our hearts.
As you can imagine this has hit my family like a ton of bricks. My son is 19. His finance is 16. Not an ideal situation, but it was their life, their baby.
As a way of coping I told my son the best thing he could do was to write it all down. He couldn't. Then I came across this challenge. He's been writing ever since. FINALLY there was a way for him to reach inside himself and pull everything out. Inspiration struck and it hit with a vengeance.
Here's my son's story in the only way he knew how to describe it. And before you read it you have to understand something LOL. My son is more a lyricist. Where I think with emotions, he thinks with music. He is SO much more talented than I am because of it. At least I think so. I may be a tad bit bias though ;-) LOL.
The Thing About Pain
Staying high,
So no one else can bring me down,
Staying asleep,
So I don’t have to hear the sound,
Of another day,
Simply flying by,
Weakness overcoming,
Trying not to cry,
But tears do come,
And another day laid to rest,
Like constantly being tortured,
By someone who could care less,
The thing about pain is,
An emotion designed to scar,
Leaving its impression,
On those who have a heart,
It can be lessened,
But will never go away,
We are reminded,
Every single day,
If it was a broken heart,
Sometimes those can heal,
But this is more like,
Ten times worse than how that feels,
Lead by anger,
Another emotion designed to kill,
Opens the door,
A look into whats real,
It cannot be a dream,
Because you can wake up from that,
Another day turned to darkness,
When we can never bring her back,
The thing about pain is,
An emotion designed to scar,
Leaving its impression,
On those who have a heart,
It can be lessened,
But will never go away,
We are reminded,
Every single day,
She was perfect by nature,
Mind goes back to November,
She was what we all need,
I'll make sure she is remembered,
Make sure everyone knows her,
As I tell her story,
About a girl,in a world,
That never was and never will be,
The thing about pain is,
An emotion designed to scar,
Leaving its impression,
On those who have a heart,
It can be lessened,
But will never go away,
We are reminded,
Every single day,
_________________________
I don't write my dreams or nightmares. I write my own reality.
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#21197 - 01/23/11 04:38 PM
Re: Challenge for you
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Maureen
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I was walking down the grocery aisle in a big store. My mind was on the canned corn, peas, maybe tomato soup. I was thinking of what I was here to get for supper. People walked by me intent on their own business. Some spoke, "How are you?" Some smiled, most just shopped. I was putting things in my basket, when a sudden hard sadness overcame me. Where did that come from? Then it hit me. I remembered my mother. A woman had passed me who wore her cologne. I still missed her, hence the sadness. The smell, it was her's. But my memories are good. Mama was a kind woman, did the best she could with the four of us. Now she is gone, as is Daddy. Yes, the fragrance made me momentarily sad, as does the smell of the old violin, when I think of him, my father. But the haunting smells bring good memories. Yes, long ago, long ago. But they return on occasion when a woman passes me in the store wearing my mother's cologne. Yes, good memories.
Maureen
thank you, Lori
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#21250 - 03/07/11 08:51 PM
Re: Challenge for you
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Sorcerer
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Registered: 01/04/10
Posts: 215
Loc: United States of America.
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When I close my eyes,
I tend to dream,
and then I find sight,
and know right away, nothing is as it seams,
for you must always expect the unexpected.
I see a spark,
between my fingers,
it lights into magic,
and leaves only scars.
But it takes me away,
away from life,
like drinking and all that holds sway,
when it ends,
am stabbed in the back with a knife.
I wish oh wish,
it could last forever,
however it cannot,
and is taken away,
when the wand is swished.
And so, and so,
like the magic,
this comes to an end,
but it will remain,
as long as I live,
and will forever keep it's magic.
For the world is unawhere of the magic that's all around them.
_________________________
I'll be back one day.
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#21710 - 12/31/11 01:06 PM
Re: Challenge for you
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Sorcerer
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Registered: 01/04/10
Posts: 215
Loc: United States of America.
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A boy,
only fourteen,
he wanted so much,
and dreamed so very big,
like a brother,
and a freind,
this is his ending,
from beging to end.
A story of old,
Treasure in an Oatmeal Box,
is the true reminder today,
about a boy named Kevin,
so very far away.
Just like the book,
it ended this time of year,
when the boy I never knew,
died this New Year's day.
My heart goes out,
to all who can say,
we feel the pain,
and have been there too,
your scars run deep,
time heals too.
My heart goes out,
the man I never knew,
dear dear Kevin,
I miss you.
_________________________
I'll be back one day.
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