~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ take my soul. you have murdered the essence of what was me. rip out my juicy center. i don't need it. what good is it if i no longer exist? ~~ take my heart. what once felt joy now feels incredible pain. you tore it out by the roots. i don't need it. what good is it for since you sacrificed mine? ~~ take my brain. feed another part of it to the buzzards. you always say i'm stupid. i don't need it. what good is it since i'm too dumb to miss it? ~~ take my words. you tear them up and throw them to the four winds. they disappear...no matter. i don't need them. what good are they if no one wants to hear them? ~~ (C) Copy written and Revised, 2004, by Karla Dorman.
A very powerful poem, Karla. Outstanding.
Love
~Chrissie xx
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on April 27, 2004
Karla,
What a great write. Don’t worry about tearing up any of your writings, I have plenty of scotch tape, and it would be my honor to paste them back together. Don’t you go feeding any part of that brain of yours to those darn Buzzards either, you’re needed right here. Thanks for your kind review of my last poem. I’ll make sure to drop by and continue reading your terrific writes.
It has always been strange to me (until now) that an abused person then abuses him or her self. I guess it is the years of military training, but I would never put myself down becuse of the cruel things others do. It seems so counterproductive and illogical.
Powerfully sad and heartwrenching; exposes the very essence of what verbal abuse does to a person's self esteem! Thanks for bringing this matter to the forefront; if only the abuser knew what permanent damage they cause...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, karen lynn. :( >tears < BRAVA for a strong and courageous write!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 26, 2004
Well at least you have a brain. I'm still looking for a donor.
Now stop feeling you need pity party you are great, so many love you.
I just nearly died, from thrombosis, but nought I can do, so have fun fun fun......xxx
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~Chrissie xx
What a great write. Don’t worry about tearing up any of your writings, I have plenty of scotch tape, and it would be my honor to paste them back together. Don’t you go feeding any part of that brain of yours to those darn Buzzards either, you’re needed right here. Thanks for your kind review of my last poem. I’ll make sure to drop by and continue reading your terrific writes.
Best of luck to you ands yours,
Thomas
Been there know this feeling!!
Love Tinka
Reindeer
Don't give EVEN one inch.
ShyPoet1
knowledge is first hand! I'm glad it's in the
past. Exceptional write!
too bad its true........you know??? well penned......
hope things improve for you.......u are so so sweet!
pax
Anita
Powerfully sad and heartwrenching; exposes the very essence of what verbal abuse does to a person's self esteem! Thanks for bringing this matter to the forefront; if only the abuser knew what permanent damage they cause...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, karen lynn. :( >tears < BRAVA for a strong and courageous write!
Now stop feeling you need pity party you are great, so many love you.
I just nearly died, from thrombosis, but nought I can do, so have fun fun fun......xxx
excellent piece, keep up the great writing...
God Bless
Michelle