The Portrait of Zool Posted May 20, 2002 Report Posted May 20, 2002 (Conversion Confusion, this is the second post in the thread) Wow, that is an amazingly painful, terrifying, lonely and tragic story. I don't know what to say. I don't know if there is anything to say. If this is fiction, it's damned good. If it's not, I hope you find the strength to put this pain down for a better life.
Guest Heart Like A Hole Posted May 20, 2002 Report Posted May 20, 2002 i sold my soul a thousand times before peddling my thighs from door to door let you inside for half-price let you inside if you act real nice my heart stopped beating with every pounding of your fists i wasn't sure if it was my face i was seeing in the mirror of my compact as i tried to hide the self-control you lack beneath powder and liner and a plastic smile blistered feet carried me another mile to a cold shower and a sweet syringe another addiction to drown myself in and now i sit, damaged from all the use trying to be a woman better suited to you and all your selective amnesia about the ways i've been treated even by you i am supposed to swallow the guilt pretend that i was never quite that way not the whore i was back then but the new one i have become today stricken with the past you close your eyes i hold my breath pray this will pass i don't have the right to remember let go of those wicked novembers and you'll stick around so you say but one thing a whore learns real fast is that nothing lasts not this high or the next take what you need from me and you'll leave the rest so i smile and pretend that these wounds have mended my skin has been amended to your liking and when my face you're striking i'll be sure to recall the dirty streets and cum-stained sheets that i wallowed inside before you took me for this ride i won't mind that you wasted my time because in the end at least i won't have to pretend that i am not a whore anymore
Falcon2001 Posted May 20, 2002 Report Posted May 20, 2002 I'm not sure what to say, other than that I feel truly sorry for the subject of this poem, be it you or someone else. I have never known such a life, and I hope to never have to. Great poem. Cioden Darkeye Quill-Bearer - The Pen is Mightier than the Sword President of the Peredhil Fan Club Owner of the Reply Raven - Enemy to all those who never post responses Ashaman - WoT - Blitz II Council - The Hunters - Blitz II Leisure Officer - SFV Ultima - Beta
Guest Jess Posted May 20, 2002 Report Posted May 20, 2002 What do you say to something as powerful as that? You don't say anything. You stand and applaude, with tears on your cheeks, and hope that the writer knows what they've done to alter your perception, to toy with your emotions, and to over all move you.
Guest Xradion Posted May 21, 2002 Report Posted May 21, 2002 *...And he turned to walk away, For he had seen this once before. And he knew that he couldn't Deal with it any more.* Excellent work. I really don't have any suggestions about how to improve the poem. It's conveys the feeling extremely well. "I'm a hopeful novelist and poet, doing my best to make it through the struggles of day to day living." Aren't we all. With regard to the second statement in your description, I can't really say that I've had much hardship in my life. But I am grateful for all that I have, and know that I must work to earn what I've been given. I write in the hope that I can help others in some way or another. In response, I have only this to offer: You are never a whore unless you allow yourself to believe that. People may be able to rob you of your dignity, even your body, but no one can steal you spirit unless you allow them to. Fight hard. Be strong. Be the salmon swimming against the current. Don't allow people to abuse you. Don't let people tell you that it's your fault either for not fighting back, because that's simply not true. I think it's high time that people stop accusing victims of being weak for not fighting back. I know it's hard sometimes, but keep your head up high. You are a child of the universe. We are all children of the universe. Basking in celestial light until the bright Elysian candle is extinguished. And then... Xradion, The Horny Druid, Scholar of the Ancient Arts, Holder of the Eye of Odin. "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." -Wallace Stevens "When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion
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