CAMELOT FANTASIES

There are so many people out there, we hear mostly of young women, who experience a form of domestic violence. When I was 16 I met this amazing boy. He was so cute, into sports, very sweet, and he liked ME! I was over the moon crazy for this guy. He was 2 years older and I practically idolized him. He was perfect...until he wasn't any more. He started in first with a slap, then came the names...terrible names! It escalated to full blown punches that caused such pain I ended in the hospital, but never told because I thought that he was the only one who loved me and so I didn't want to hurt him. I took it all. Every time a friend or family member would warn me I would turn on them and defend him...after all, they didn't know him like I did, right? I chopped my hair and got so depressed that I stopped eating, developing anorexia. I had to take nutrition classes to learn how to accept the fact that my body needed food. For me at the time dying would have been welcomed. He was so good that he truly made me believe that no one else cared for me, only him. He tore me down so low and then build me back up just as a way to show me that he was the one who cared. I took it all for 2 years before I finally had enough and made my break. So many don't get that lucky. I was thinking about that today and wrote a poem to express my feelings.

This poem I titled, "You Tried Your Best"

You Tried Your Best

You tried your best to hold me back
from who I was meant to be
With every name and every slap
you waved your power over me

I lost myself for a while
when you walked into my life
With that wide and gorgeous smile
your sweet words could melt hearts with a butter knife

Things were fine in the beginning
when it was all fresh and new
You were such a gentleman
I went crazy over you

But then something happened
as if someone flipped a switch
You instantly became a different man
Was it me, you, I didn't know which

The first time I felt your hit
when I made that first excuse
You said you were sorry for it
and I drank that sick, lying juice

But you were never happy
with just a hit or slap
You had to add the names to it
and I stayed and took that crap

I lost my friends and family
it was all because of you
because of your sad insecurity
I bought all those lines too

You said that you loved me
that your love would never end
I tried my best to keep you happy
but your love was all pretend

I wish I knew sooner
before the bruises and loss of self respect
I wish I knew who you truly were
before my life was nearly wrecked

All the lies I told for you
because I thought you truly cared
Not one single word you said was true
but my soul to you I still bared

I gave you my heart, I gave my soul
I gave you all of me
You took them all and stomped them out
and threw them back at me, with glee

You said that no one cared for me
that it was only you
And because I had already lost my friends and family
I believed your words were true

When guys would show me attention
that's when I paid the worst
It didn't matter that I ignored their stares
I still managed to feel that punch and hear that curse

I cut my hair and stopped eating
all to prove my devotion to you
I made myself into what you wanted
and to myself I stopped being true

I have to admit you did your best
to beat life out of me
But see you failed that test
because from your chains I finally broke free

I opened my eyes before it was too late
and walked away, I was through
it took years to get over your games
but I did learn to get over you

So you see you may think you did your job
but it was only for a little while
Because I stood up, I gained strength
I didn't let you keep my smile.

What a powerful story. My heart goes out to victims of domestic violence.

this is an awesome thread.



I will try to contribute today a little later on after munch.

here is a cool love poem for folks to enjoy:



Beautiful Dream



Author: Elisha Bancer



Like wings of a hummingbird
My heart flutters feverishly
My passion burning like fire
I feel heat where my lungs would be

From deep down in my soul
To the ends of every strand of hair
I quiver with excitement
Of the feeling of you being there

I close my eyes
And take you in
I smell your smell
I feel your skin

My fingers tremble
My toes begin to curl
My breathing heavy’s
My thoughts start to whirl

I reach out my hand
To touch your sweet lips
The thought of you near me
Makes my heartbeat skip

My hand swoops through the air
Like a hawk on its prey
I reach for you and feel for you
But to my hands dismay

There’s nothing there but dust and air
To grab and pull my way
I hold my breath and loosen my grip
My heart goes cold and gray

I fill my lungs with empty air
That’s cold and stings like ice
My heartbeat slows and the rhythm dies
And tears fall once, then twice

The hours, days and weeks of time
Cannot erase our love
That longing for your touch and kiss
Recreate all that I know of

My mind plays tricks, my eyes see you
I get caught up in what seems
The memory that I have of you
Creates the fantasy in my dreams

Even though I hate to wake
And find you nowhere near
If dreams are all I have of you
I’ll dream to feel you here.

thanks lady J.




I will post more here later.


this is a wonderful thread.

—A Red, Red Rose


 by Robert Burns



 
Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
 That's newly sprung in June:
 Oh my luve is like the melodie,
 That's sweetly play'd in tune.

 As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
 So deep in luve am I;
 And I will luve thee still, my dear,
 Till a' the seas gang dry.

 Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
 And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
 And I will luve thee still, my dear,
 While the sands o' life shall run.

 And fare thee weel, my only luve!
 And fare thee weel a while!
 And I will come again, my luve,
 Tho' it were ten thousand mile!



Robert Burns was one of the great early Romantics, perhaps a forerunner of both Shelley and Clare. Despite the fact that he wrote in a Scots-English dialect, he still reads well today. He is, of course, most famous for his nostalgic drinking song "Auld Lang Syne." When Bob Dylan was asked to name the work of art that had the greatest impact on his own artistic life, he named the poem above.

Those were beautiful!

Poetry then was written with such intelligence and thought, which is not found as often these days.

Those poems are just as true to a reader now as they were when they were written.

And I love that you posted them in green font

I will be sharing more tomorrow (or later today, since it is after midnight ha ha).

I would have no problem at all with it being green, so it would be up to you, TT, & MC