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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => SCREAMING
[time] => 2004-03-09 07:33:05
[hometext] => I was reading a poem on site tonight, it hit my very core, all I wanted to do was SCREAM....finally after 40 years, I feel safe enough to SCREAM!
[bodytext] => 
"SCREAMING!"
I was reading a poem tonight on the site......
Buried 40 years, I wanted to scream
all night!!!
Like a boiling pot, that slowly boils over,
Every feeling and thought surfaced
to uncover.
Silent torture, no words uttered,
not even a sigh.
"Go Ahead Beat Me, then let me cry!"
Strike after strike, drama with trauma.
Execution to the core, terrified coma!
"Just get it over with, I'll endure!"
One arm always grabbed, vicious outrage,
hateful grandeur!"
Swung by one limb, bouncing....limp
collapse, prostrate, fatigued, I'm bleeding!
"I can take more, if you please!"
Masterful swings, skillfully with ease.......
"Stoic, I deserve, take your punishment,
stay calm, don't scream!"
No breath to utter a sound, nor blaspheme.
Mother and brother watch, gleefully
Entertaining spectacle with beauty!
"She deserves every single whack.....
That will teach her, a deserved attack!
If words were ever spoken, my ears
were numb.
A backward glance allowed,
I was their animal dumb!
Why? No one ever said.....I'd gather my
dignity, and go on to bed.
And, then, only then did I cry.
Suffocating sobs silently, as I felt blood seep,
before exhausting sleep........
I was seventeen, and I loved to dance.
I think I was late, and met at the back door.
A swinging belt, alarmed my date....he left
too frightened to observe my fate.
Twirled around with a jolted jerk!
My knee caught a corner cabinet,
much pain, I went beserk!!!
Because I cried out, I was hit even harder.
Left on the kitchen floor, as a "weeper."
My knee was so damaged, I tried to get up
but tottered.........
I could not crawl, nor walk, badly battered!
"There's nothing wrong, you liar!"
I managed to slither on my stomach.....
in shock now, and with excruciating
pain left the havoc!
I told the Dr. I was a cheerleader.
Jumped from a stage, left knee unengaged.
I spent 4 solid months in physical therapy.
Learning how to walk again, shakily.
"Go Ahead, Beat Me," I'll survive....
Someday when I can, and if I'm still alive.
I'll muster up the courage bravely,
then I'll scream and cry.......
Thankful, that I escaped and managed
to thrive!
There's a child somewhere
in the United States being
abused, battered, or killed
every 8 minutes.
Created by
Cheri Cam LeBren
"Screaming for me,
and all the others!"
March 9, 2004
Quitabuse defintion:
Incomprehensible, completely
unthinkable, disturbing,
and without excuse!
"I always thought I deserved it
until one day I read that even
"murderers" are not beaten
like I was!"
[comments] => 8
[counter] => 265
[topic] => 39
[informant] => lovingcritters
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 5
[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Grief
)
SCREAMING
Contributed by
lovingcritters
on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 07:33:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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"SCREAMING!"
I was reading a poem tonight on the site......
Buried 40 years, I wanted to scream
all night!!!
Like a boiling pot, that slowly boils over,
Every feeling and thought surfaced
to uncover.
Silent torture, no words uttered,
not even a sigh.
"Go Ahead Beat Me, then let me cry!"
Strike after strike, drama with trauma.
Execution to the core, terrified coma!
"Just get it over with, I'll endure!"
One arm always grabbed, vicious outrage,
hateful grandeur!"
Swung by one limb, bouncing....limp
collapse, prostrate, fatigued, I'm bleeding!
"I can take more, if you please!"
Masterful swings, skillfully with ease.......
"Stoic, I deserve, take your punishment,
stay calm, don't scream!"
No breath to utter a sound, nor blaspheme.
Mother and brother watch, gleefully
Entertaining spectacle with beauty!
"She deserves every single whack.....
That will teach her, a deserved attack!
If words were ever spoken, my ears
were numb.
A backward glance allowed,
I was their animal dumb!
Why? No one ever said.....I'd gather my
dignity, and go on to bed.
And, then, only then did I cry.
Suffocating sobs silently, as I felt blood seep,
before exhausting sleep........
I was seventeen, and I loved to dance.
I think I was late, and met at the back door.
A swinging belt, alarmed my date....he left
too frightened to observe my fate.
Twirled around with a jolted jerk!
My knee caught a corner cabinet,
much pain, I went beserk!!!
Because I cried out, I was hit even harder.
Left on the kitchen floor, as a "weeper."
My knee was so damaged, I tried to get up
but tottered.........
I could not crawl, nor walk, badly battered!
"There's nothing wrong, you liar!"
I managed to slither on my stomach.....
in shock now, and with excruciating
pain left the havoc!
I told the Dr. I was a cheerleader.
Jumped from a stage, left knee unengaged.
I spent 4 solid months in physical therapy.
Learning how to walk again, shakily.
"Go Ahead, Beat Me," I'll survive....
Someday when I can, and if I'm still alive.
I'll muster up the courage bravely,
then I'll scream and cry.......
Thankful, that I escaped and managed
to thrive!
There's a child somewhere
in the United States being
abused, battered, or killed
every 8 minutes.
Created by
Cheri Cam LeBren
"Screaming for me,
and all the others!"
March 9, 2004
Quitabuse defintion:
Incomprehensible, completely
unthinkable, disturbing,
and without excuse!
"I always thought I deserved it
until one day I read that even
"murderers" are not beaten
like I was!"
Copyright ©
lovingcritters
... [
2004-03-09 07:33:05]
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Re: SCREAMING
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by Stitch on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 07:53:36 AM AEST
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Oh consue,
I didn't mean to upset you. I had no idea. I just want to find you and hug you and cry for you. I never took a beating like that, but I had my share. You are an incredible person to have lived through that and be the wonderful woman you are. So full of life and caring! God has done amazing things for you. Larry and I decided on Sunday to call the poem Tortured silence, and then you used those words in your poem. I read this with one hand over my mouth. Oh, how I wish I could hug you!
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Re: SCREAMING
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by venkat on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 07:56:39 AM AEST
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| Aww..my dear young girl..don't scream..none will beat you. lol.. a variey write. venkat |
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Re: SCREAMING
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 07:59:49 AM AEST
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This is so sad and heart wrenching!
In my mind I can't comprehend a child being put thru this.....I know it happens but it's very disturbing.
Friend this jus breaks my heart.
thank God U survived as we need your remarkable talent on our planet.
luv, huggs,
emy |
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Re: SCREAMING
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by Rakerman1999 on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:02:59 AM AEST
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(((((((((((((((((((((((((conniesue))))))))))))))))))))))
Roses at your feet
Larry |
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Re: SCREAMING
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by thumper on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:20:14 AM AEST
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| Very real imagery. Brought back old memories. My heart goes out to you.It takes a strong person to live through that and then to share it with others. But isn't poetry a form of therapy? It is for me. Keep healing and feeling. Thumper |
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Re: SCREAMING
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by Kie on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 03:57:39 PM AEST
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| Oh ConSue what you had to endure. Breaks my heart. I HATE people who abuse children, I just hate abusers period. When I see little or big abused children my protective instinct comes out and I want to give the abusers pain. I know I can't. You are precious ConSue and don't you ever forget it. It was them and not you. Kie |
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Re: SCREAMING
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:24:22 PM AEST
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Connie, my beloved friend, you should go somewhere and scream from the depths of your soul. A good primal scream you were deprived of so long. You are safe and you don't have to hurt and there are so many that love you so dearly. It is a terrifying abuse so many go through. God was with you and you had his strength to help you overcome. You and God did a marvelous job, my dear. I love you, Connie.
Rita |
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Re: SCREAMING
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by silent on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 09:33:41 AM AEST
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This poem brought back too many memories for me, it is a fantastic write, very powerful and traumatic, i feel so sorry for you. If you would like to talk message me, only an offer. i am so sorry
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