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Shall not speak for others hearts
For I don’t know those
Though I have been all fulfilled
To glee then anguished lows
Perhaps I should had dealt with this
Better from the start
For hurtfulness and loneliness
Burrowed in my heart
Through trauma after trauma
Misery and grief
Some observed by others
Though most I hid beneath
This deep seeded sadness
Where I fell apart
I do feel will never heal
In my broken heart
How to overcome my woes
I am yet to learn`
Sleepless nights reunites
Tortures of concern
Whilst heartache penetrates my soul
from sorrow and sheer strife
I just accept all that’s kept
And pain, a part of life.
Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start
I have never found a sight
That's ever treated me so right
A place where friends come easily
And ever thought can be set free
Without hate or hurtfulness
These are things I do not miss
That other sites seem to share
No one on them wants to care
So I searched for days on end
Looking for a writer friend
To help keep my dreams alive
Showing me how I can thrive
Through the good reviews, not bad
This kind of faith I've never had
Till the miracle of Soup
Became my new family group
Teaching me I can believe
In my talents and succeed
Many new friends found their way
Into my heart where they will stay
To become the family I need most
With each and every single post
Stronger bonds are forming now
I do not even know how
My life managed to exist
Till a precious sight like this
My world was conquered for the better
Every word and every letter
From comments, hellos, and love
I'm surrounded with a hug
Made from hands of every color
I would not want any other
Group of caring and kind people
Helping me to really feel
The proudness that's coming out
Cause that's what writing is about
Many new friends found their way
Into my heart where they will stay
To become the family I need most
With each and every single post
Stronger bonds are forming now
I do not even know how
My life managed to exist
Till a precious sight like this
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AKA Robin Davis
6/02/2014
And the Oscar goes to… The Academy.
Oh my God… We did it! We won our own Oscar.
From the Academy to the Academy I would like to say thank you.
Thank you for your Outstanding performance in creating such a mental, emotional, heartbreaking, joyous, disappointing, humiliating, happy, depressing, exciting, judgmental award show. Thank you for the emotional highs and lows and for the honor of displaying all the ness - nervousness, gratefulness, hurtfulness, happiness, sadness.
I would also like to say thank you to the Academy for designing the ultimate, top-notched award that appears to be the great “I made it Moment” of validation in one’s life. Thank you for producing a show so much so that it is made to be all about "the Oscar" (the trophy). The heightened level of anticipation, anxiety and emphasis leading towards the show is so focused on who will be obtaining one of these prestigious awards. I am so grateful and honored on behalf of the Academy to receive this award, so once again, Thank you.
Message to the actors and actresses from me, not the Academy.
It appears when it comes to the actors and actresses (nominated or not) you seem the least valuable, yet you bring the greatest value, not the award itself. Ok, you didn’t win, or you were not even nominated, does that diminish your role as an actor? No, not at all. This award does not validate who you are. You are Amazing! God knows you are Amazing, I know you are Amazing and the world knows you are Amazing. Also, keep in mind, it’s not about the “award,” but the REWARD. So do not allow your focus to be heighten or dampened about obtaining this award, because God has gifted, equipped and rewarded you with the “Greatest Reward” - The Gift of Acting, so you already won, Period. It’s over, nothing to prove! So hold your head up, let your light continue to shine and continue to use your gift to fulfill God’s purpose, not man’s.
There are moments that we find
In our life than can define
Who we are and want to be
Keeping our faith as we see
Others doing harm and wrong
As we try to stay so strong
Through the hurtfulness and crime
Being done time after time
By children, teen and adults
Not knowing that life's about
Love, care, harmony and peace
Allowing our hearts to release
A light to take the dark away
People live with everyday
When parents don't teach from day one
It's not a game or even fun
To make this world worse more and more
On the land and on the shore
Learning there can always be
A chance and possibility
There's a safer kinder planet
Waiting for us if we plan it
I can’t forget that fateful night
Filled with torture and pain,
When my world was slowly shattered
When my soul was bruised and slain.
I can’t forget the loneliness
I felt when I got home,
To find the crushing darkness there
To be left on my own.
I can’t forget the shocking looks
When pregnancy came around,
How I was deemed a ****,
A whore, a floozie about town.
I can’t forget the hurtfulness
While hiding the truth inside,
Trying to keep my family’s hate
From trampling on my pride.
If only I could keep the past
From crowding in on me,
The I could learn to love my life
And make HIM history.
created 4 Jan 1992
Bookworm, loser, geek and nerd
Words that I have always heard
Young years turning into old
Hurtfulness that leaves me cold
Getting picked on-- always beaten
My happiness was lost and fleeting
Kicked and laughed at
Pushed and shoved
No one cared or showed me love
Never being picked on teams
Crushing all my precious dreams
I heard daily teachers pet
Never letting me forget
I was an outcast from day one
Since my school days have begun
Harassed in every single way
Tears of pain fell every day
Nobody would let me be
They thought this kind of cruelty
Wasn't rude or ignorant
But it was significant
Making me believe this image
Was something that I had to live with
Years have gone and now I'm grown
And I see adults have shown
Traits I thought I would not see
By people who should never be
Just as cruel and mean to me
All because I do not think
Doing drugs and having drinks
Is a way of having fun
So again I'm being shunned
Hoping I could look and find
Someone with morals like me
Who knows what I'm going through
Cause they were living that life too
Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict
stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping
into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a hail
storm peppering psyche... jail
time for eternity excluded option
asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale
indications to accept genuine apology
her papa (me) rages against hurtfulness, he
affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged backed to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant previous conversation, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared
to provide respectable accommodations
"dirt poor" status detrimental
with affluent MainLine
incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)
intolerant snobs didst malign
child welfare services called NOT to dine
but emphatic for papa and mama to align
dwelling safe and secure for minors
yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,
they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandishing knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,
who bemoans loathsome
impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!
Why is there so much disgrace
Written all across your face
Sorry eyes and a cracked voice
All because a stupid choice
Left you without a best friend
From a lie that would not end
Starting with I will be there
When you need someone to care
Night or day--- Early or late
You will never have to wait
For my friendship to arrive
It will never take a dive
Leaving you stranded and afraid
It is too solid to sway
Words of hurtfulness and lies
Years of friendship you let die
When the truth started to surface
I wondered what was the purpose
Of giving you my care and soul
Now you left me with a hole
Inside a heart once pure and true
Until it was broken in two
By a stranger I don't know
Who's true colors didn't show
From the first day that we met
To this last day of regret
My emotions get stepped on
By a liar and a con
Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start