Shove it all in the garbage can,
Jam it all into the trash.
That is my heinous plan,
To cast our memories into an obscure ash.
My eyes are constantly following in your path,
But I've chosen to turn a different way.
I would never step into that hellish wrath
Only to be hurt by Satan’s aftermath.
Scorched by your abundance of deceit and lies,
I finally have the intelligence to realize,
That you represent everything I despise.
Why do you hurt your loved ones so much?
Do you think they’ll put up with it any longer?
Well I’m afraid you’ve lost your touch,
We’ve all become far stronger.
We turn our heads in disgust towards you,
Is that what you wanted to achieve?
Your pity from us has run overdue
There’s nothing more we’ll believe,
You may as well just leave.
I depart with you on one last note,
Because you chose to devote
Everything you had to this,
You don’t even get a goodbye kiss.
When I saw the title I had to come and check this out, I wrote a piece called "My Demon" on this same topic. You handled it well. Good one. Mal.
Reviewed by Sophia Romiti (Reader)
Reviewed on November 30, 2002
o my gosh that was really good!
o very nice write!! im sorry that ur in that kindda situation!!
Reviewed by ur bf meghan
Reviewed on November 9, 2002
wow, all i can say is wow.....and remember?
Reviewed by sugar magnolia (Reader)
Reviewed on November 8, 2002
We seldom realize how far reaching the effects of seemingly small choices can be...Especially with drugs, these 'small' descisions easily spiral out of control and become bigger than anone could have imagined. I hope your half-bro gets the help he needs somehow, and I wish strength to you.
I liked the use of a picture at the beggining of this, and you use great imagery. I wonder what more you could achieve without staying true to such a strict rhyme scheme? Just a thought. This was really a strong and honest piece.
-becca
Reviewed by Sweet_Sarah
Reviewed on October 5, 2002
hey kaci, this poem is amazing, Though I'll probably never understand your situation with your brother I feel for you and hope that you will let me suppourt you as we grow up together. Keep up the good work!
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 30, 2002
Thank you for doing what I should have done years ago.. put it in writing! Im waaaaay past the understanding and the help and the intervention and "but its a disease" comments.. it still comes back to the person to initiate the recovery! when losing children and 3 husbands and your family doesnt 'start the ball rolling' I must wash my hands of it! god, Kaci.. youve found a soulmate here.. we have nothing to feel guilty about... most importantly, you have written a poem that brilliantly blurts it and giving you a "10" does not even come close. your write is fabulous!katy.
Hi Kaci
This is a beautiful and articulate poem.
I empathize. Four out of six people in my immediate family of origin are addicts. Some active. Some in recovery. The substances (any addictive substance) of Addiction are merely the bi-products, or results, of the source of addictive processes. But active addiction is a physiological disease very much like Diabetes. Emotionally and Spiritually it is a disease based in starvation. The challenge for any addict is discovering significant Spiritual and emotional connection to afford the strength to manage physical health sufficiently to avoid the deceptive attractiveness of substances the
body has come to crave. I believe that discussion opportunities such as this are a part of the solution. Thanks, Vicky
This is a heart felt write. I too hope your brother get the help he needs. It is a good thing that you and your family have discovered that that help must come from somewhere other than yourselves.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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o very nice write!! im sorry that ur in that kindda situation!!
I liked the use of a picture at the beggining of this, and you use great imagery. I wonder what more you could achieve without staying true to such a strict rhyme scheme? Just a thought. This was really a strong and honest piece.
-becca
-that which does not kill ...fattens (and makes us stronger)-
i too have written on the subject, doesn't it all just suck.
This is a beautiful and articulate poem.
I empathize. Four out of six people in my immediate family of origin are addicts. Some active. Some in recovery. The substances (any addictive substance) of Addiction are merely the bi-products, or results, of the source of addictive processes. But active addiction is a physiological disease very much like Diabetes. Emotionally and Spiritually it is a disease based in starvation. The challenge for any addict is discovering significant Spiritual and emotional connection to afford the strength to manage physical health sufficiently to avoid the deceptive attractiveness of substances the
body has come to crave. I believe that discussion opportunities such as this are a part of the solution. Thanks, Vicky
well done
josie