I just feel like writing something. So excuse me...go easy.
I just feel like writing something. So excuse me...go easy.
No critique necessary actually. Just want to share because I'm sad.
He said "You'd be dead
if I didn't love you."
That slap was just
a kiss compared
to a fist. The sound
of one hand slapping
shrieked through her head,
her skull, her throbbing heart.
She turned the other cheek.
Once again to descend
into the depths of her
own doubt. She knows
the sound so well.
Her lullaby from Hell.
Becoming once again
that child who fell
into the null
and the void.
He said "You'd be dead
if I didn't love you."
That slap was just
a kiss compared
to a fist. The sound
of one hand slapping
shrieked through her head,
her skull, her throbbing heart.
She turned the other cheek.
Once again to descend
into the depths of her
own doubt. She knows
the sound so well.
Her lullaby from Hell.
Becoming once again
that child who fell
into the null
and the void.
you're alive and you'll mend
his loss. Absolutely.
If he wasn't smart enough
to move heaven and hell
in order to make you happy
and hold onto a wonderful woman
he was too far beneath you
he's probably never been
higher in his life than the lifting he got
by someone as fabulous as you
actually loving him.
You just need to be easy on yourself
and y'know that voice
saying "You'd be dead..."
that's no where near as
strong as that inner voice
that's saying "You'll live live live...
live to dance again.
Now dar, you've made me bare my soul enough for one day.
I'm off to bed.
his loss. Absolutely.
If he wasn't smart enough
to move heaven and hell
in order to make you happy
and hold onto a wonderful woman
he was too far beneath you
he's probably never been
higher in his life than the lifting he got
by someone as fabulous as you
actually loving him.
You just need to be easy on yourself
and y'know that voice
saying "You'd be dead..."
that's no where near as
strong as that inner voice
that's saying "You'll live live live...
live to dance again.
Now dar, you've made me bare my soul enough for one day.
I'm off to bed.
Dear Dar ~
Your heartfelt piece is only incidentally beautifully written. Vince's response really cannot be improved upon or added to.
I only want you to know that I know where you're hanging, I know where you've been. It's been many years since that time, and the relationship was only a year, with the violent aspect six months. I got out while I was still able. I learned much during that relatively brief time in the course of a life [at least a life that survives it ~ not all do, as you know]. Much that served me well in other ways, working with people [women, men, and children]. For one, I learned the first lesson that women don't stay because "they must like it." Their staying is far more complex than that. Your verses address one of those complexities, as well.
You are a survivor and, with your willingness to talk about it and share, on your way to be a thriver, without him. The loss of the good that was there [as there always, somehow, manages to be] still causes you to feel sad. I won't go into all of this. However, as Vincent said, you can now live, live, live. I'm very touched by the fact that you were willing to share such a revealing verse here. You have great survival skills, Dar.
You will likely become adept, as I did, at recognizing red flags ~ some a mile away. It's one of the reasons I react as I do to 'humour' of this nature. It's not funny. The 'humour' works to make it appear that it is, and that, through being 'funny,' that it's acceptable. Neither are true. You know. The 'humour' works insidiously.
I'm glad you're out, you're safe, you're willing to share, and you still have your life ahead of you. Vince's points are well made. Please stay strong. Please don't reconcile, if that becomes an issue.
I want to add that from the first slap or punch to the last, you did not deserve a single one. You do deserve a life free of violence, physical or verbal. Even though we didn't spend time together in New York, I remember a brief conversation with you in the ladies restroom at The Knitting Factory. We've also, prior to and since New York, communicated in the Chatroom and by PM. You're a beautiful woman,
Dar, and you deserve to be happy and to be treated with respect. You would never have had either remaining where you were. I'm glad you're out. You finally have a chance for the life you deserve.
Are you coming to Berlin?
Love,
Lizzy
Your heartfelt piece is only incidentally beautifully written. Vince's response really cannot be improved upon or added to.
I only want you to know that I know where you're hanging, I know where you've been. It's been many years since that time, and the relationship was only a year, with the violent aspect six months. I got out while I was still able. I learned much during that relatively brief time in the course of a life [at least a life that survives it ~ not all do, as you know]. Much that served me well in other ways, working with people [women, men, and children]. For one, I learned the first lesson that women don't stay because "they must like it." Their staying is far more complex than that. Your verses address one of those complexities, as well.
You are a survivor and, with your willingness to talk about it and share, on your way to be a thriver, without him. The loss of the good that was there [as there always, somehow, manages to be] still causes you to feel sad. I won't go into all of this. However, as Vincent said, you can now live, live, live. I'm very touched by the fact that you were willing to share such a revealing verse here. You have great survival skills, Dar.
You will likely become adept, as I did, at recognizing red flags ~ some a mile away. It's one of the reasons I react as I do to 'humour' of this nature. It's not funny. The 'humour' works to make it appear that it is, and that, through being 'funny,' that it's acceptable. Neither are true. You know. The 'humour' works insidiously.
I'm glad you're out, you're safe, you're willing to share, and you still have your life ahead of you. Vince's points are well made. Please stay strong. Please don't reconcile, if that becomes an issue.
I want to add that from the first slap or punch to the last, you did not deserve a single one. You do deserve a life free of violence, physical or verbal. Even though we didn't spend time together in New York, I remember a brief conversation with you in the ladies restroom at The Knitting Factory. We've also, prior to and since New York, communicated in the Chatroom and by PM. You're a beautiful woman,
Dar, and you deserve to be happy and to be treated with respect. You would never have had either remaining where you were. I'm glad you're out. You finally have a chance for the life you deserve.
Are you coming to Berlin?
Love,
Lizzy
Dear Boss [and Vince, again] ~
I just want to thank you for your caring and sensitive responses to Dar here. Her level of honesty and integrity, as you've noted, Boss, is rare; and it can cause some people to feel uncomfortable and really not know what to say, so it's easier to say nothing. It's so good to see open, and equally-honest, caring, and supportive responses to Dar come from a couple of men. What you've said in your message, Boss, is spot-on.
~ Lizzy
I just want to thank you for your caring and sensitive responses to Dar here. Her level of honesty and integrity, as you've noted, Boss, is rare; and it can cause some people to feel uncomfortable and really not know what to say, so it's easier to say nothing. It's so good to see open, and equally-honest, caring, and supportive responses to Dar come from a couple of men. What you've said in your message, Boss, is spot-on.
~ Lizzy
Yes, dogs do pass on unconditional love and support. Very often more efficiently and effectively than humans. They know nature. They breathe it. They don't sit in cynical chairs in front of cynical screens and sprout cynical nonsense.
SWITZ, what are you insinuating , mate? That I'm chasing a bitch on heat? I'm a human being touched by another's suffering. You suffered? It ain't too nice. It is poisoned minds like yours that fuck this world.
What ever happened to chivalry?
Boss
SWITZ, what are you insinuating , mate? That I'm chasing a bitch on heat? I'm a human being touched by another's suffering. You suffered? It ain't too nice. It is poisoned minds like yours that fuck this world.
What ever happened to chivalry?
Boss
Oh, dear, Boss ~ the 'essence' [not the details] is how I interpreted SWITZ's post, initially. However, some people may not know exactly what to say, how to respond, but want to say/do something. After I got SWITZ's answer to me, that's how I re-interpreted his initial post ~ kind of like he placed himself on the floor beside her, wagging his tail and just 'being there' ~ I took it as being directed toward Dar, not as a put-down comment on what you said. If that's the case, I'll be really disappointed! If that's what it really was, though, I hope he'll stand up and clarify, rather than ride on the smooth wave of my misinterpretation of his clarification
.
~ Lizzy

~ Lizzy