Beautiful Nightmare Posted October 2, 2003 Report Posted October 2, 2003 (edited) Hurt again Another stab It adds to the list Of a past. The past of lies The past of pain The past of tears The past of hurt. But it finds its way Into the present And hurts me again In a form of you. A different face A dirrerent name But with one thing the same The same knife. The same knife Stabbed in the same back Another friendship gone Another love gone. More tears shed More blood bled More hurt shown Another stab in the back. Friends, who needs them? When look what they do They turn on you And leave you feeling blue. Edited October 2, 2003 by Arwen
Louveteau Posted October 2, 2003 Report Posted October 2, 2003 /me huggles Arwen We're here for you and I think everyone has shared that feeling once or twice and perhaps even more.
WrenWind Posted October 2, 2003 Report Posted October 2, 2003 *hugs* your work is very emotional it brings the reader into the feeling Love it Wren
Peredhil Posted October 3, 2003 Report Posted October 3, 2003 Ouch. It's a level of discernment I think. When you are starving, anything bitter seems edible, and something sweet can be too much. What I mean by that is, when you are so loving, as you are, and need to be loved, as you do, you'll more likely believe the lies that you want to hear. Real Friends don't backstab. I've had Friends, and I have Friends, and I can tell you, that they can be a haven of love and understanding even when you yourself are screwed up. They tell you the truth -no matter how much it hurts. The thing is, not to get mad at those who give you the harsh truth, but to enlarge yourself enough to accept it. Love you Daughter mine, online. -P
Regel Posted October 4, 2003 Report Posted October 4, 2003 Dear Arwin, First of all the poem. I felt a great deal of empathy towards you after having read it. So what to do about it? This knife that you wrote about let's give it a name. Call it "trust" for no one can hurt you unless you give them that. You stop giving this knife away and viola! You never get hurt. Problem solved right? The problem Arwin is that the solution is worse. Isolation and loneliness is the alternative. I agree with Peredhil that real friends don't backstab. However to make those kinds of friends you have to have the courage to give the knife away. SOunds like a catch 22 doesn't it? I have been lucky that god gave me either the courage or the stupidity (pick one) to keep giving that knife away. I hope that experience will give you some guidance the next time you give that "trust" to someone. Maybe that next someone will know what a gift it is that you have given them.
Ayshela Posted October 4, 2003 Report Posted October 4, 2003 *laughs* courage or stupidity, either one, eh? sometimes they feel like the same thing. personally, i usually give people tacks before i ever give them knives, but that's just me.
Beautiful Nightmare Posted October 4, 2003 Author Report Posted October 4, 2003 /me tends to trust people to easyly! My fault i know but i cant seem to help it its in my nature!
Chanz Posted October 5, 2003 Report Posted October 5, 2003 I too have been here many times b4, and I also trust ppl 2 easily. It is a good trait 2 have, but at times it can let u down, but ur true frends luv u partly bcoz of that trust. Great poem, i really liked it!. ~HUGS~ Nice Job
Parmenion Posted October 5, 2003 Report Posted October 5, 2003 I enjoyed this poem hun. I think the way you think and contruct your writing is getting better all the time as is how you portray your feelings. Regarding the "knife" referred to in the poem...it represents for me when reading the poem - risk. We risk ourselves all through life in our dealings with people. The more knowledge they have about us the deeper they can wound us and the less they possess then the less damage anyone can do. Let us now take an extreme. Lets take the person who never shares any knowledge about themselves or for all intents and purposes "risks" themselves in dealings with other humans. This is a subjectiveand hypothetical example by the way for the purposes of opening my slant up to you. Humans who are naturally a communal species have learned to adapt to the world around them and grow to become the dominant species on the planet through a sharing of experiences whether they fail or succeed. I think that our risking together and sharing has led us to this dominance and hence control of our lives on this planet and at some stage in the future hopefully the entirity of the universe itself. If we choose not to risk, we choose to minimise our experiences with the world. We cannot expect that others will share with us if we are unwilling to share with them. Human nature doesn't work in such a way. If we are not risking, we are not growing. If we do not grow we stagnate. We would grow old wondering "what if?". If we risk we also risk injuring ourselves along the broken path of life. But then again what is our perception on this journey? Are we merely trying to find our way from one dilapidated roadside Inn to the next? Constantly hoping for the rumoured Highway up ahead where everything is easy and there is a safe place to rest every night? Or do we see every Inn we come across as a possible wealth of adventure despite its condition - but more because of its inhabitants and what they possible have to offer us? Risk - what is the worst that can happen? And is it really THAT bad? Love you Parm.
Ayshela Posted October 5, 2003 Report Posted October 5, 2003 sometimes it really is that bad, and sometimes it isn't. it's important to learn to tell the difference. :-\
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