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    dots Submission Name: To My Narcissisitic Nemesis dots
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    Author: Vasudeva
    ASL Info:    43/M/irrelevant
    Elite Ratio:    5.12 - 24/27/23
    Words: 482
    Class/Type: Poetry/Angry
    Total Views: 884
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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    Description:
       My narcissistic, alcoholic mother lives on in me.
    and I want her evicted (so to speak).


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    dotsTo My Narcissisitic Nemesis dots
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    You violated our truth and drowned your spirits,
    full of ignorance, destroying bliss.

    You are god. all mighty all powerful
    That's quite a kingdom you rule, between your ears.

    We cannot and could not speak
    about what's occurring right in front of our own eyes.

    You guzzle booze but deny it
    Innocent, with the mind of a child.
    Fueled by glamorous, sick martinis.

    You would have been a famous New York actress,
    if not for your family
    But you chose to have a family.

    Here's a sick, dark secret.
    You tried to poison me.

    And I survived. Knowing what you did.
    I dared tell no one.You'd put me away if I did.

    And nothing changed.
    Nothing ever changed.

    I knew so well that I was your prisoner,
    No one would stop you from doing
    anything you pleased.
    You all-mighty sicko with absolute
    power over us.
    no matter what.

    We knew children had
    no rights anyone was bound to respect.

    Since I could not help existing,
    You were enraged!

    I wished through some kind of miracle
    I could be invisible.

    You twisted and fouled all that was good
    and true in our family.

    You belong in jail with people who are just like you.
    Though you be female and upper middle class.

    You truly are a scourge.

    How did I end up with a mother like you?

    I'll be relieved when you are gone.

    I'm not the only one, either.

    The beautiful California ranch house in the suburbs,
    Way down in the valley. At the end of the dead end street.

    Everyone's dream.

    Where sin was invisible
    camouflaged by all the plenty.
    Truth causes explosions.

    Today I choose Poverty.
    Honesty. Honor. Truth.

    I want you exposed for who
    and what you really are.

    I want you to have to take responsibility
    for your own actions.

    Our spirits starved
    for lack of love and affection.

    You kept that locked tight
    between your drunken ears.
    Tight in your actress-dramatic bones.

    Because of you, I know Hell is real.
    Because Hell is what you made us live every day.

    Believe it or not, Mother,
    you are not a little God.

    I've given you way too many chances.
    You're never going to come clean.

    I believe you will continue
    to wreak havoc and pain,
    no matter what.

    No one will ever be able to stop you,
    besides Death.

    ...........and then,
    I will dance on your grave
    as a dervish-
    and mad as a hatter.

    And then go home
    for the first time ever.

    The dragon doesn't live here anymore.










    Submitted on 2007-01-22 02:31:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      this hit me in so many ways, coming from all direction's at once and landing some where right in the middle of my chest. amazing feeling and heart-break...i mean the overwhelming sense of pain and mental anguish to live through...then to come out ahead and strong, ready to take on ghosts of the past that haunt, almost diligently and turn it into such a completely powerful positive perspecive...it totally makes the human spirit shine.

    you have managed to live through some horrific and terribly troubling ordeals...and you've come out the other side with strength and keen perception and cleverly apt expression of those connections between ideas that awaken the realism of life...with a bit of humor I might add:

    My narcissistic, alcoholic mother lives on in me.
    and I want her evicted (so to speak).


    yeah...this was amazing and i'm so very glad to have stumbled on it this fine time of night.

    bravo..i'll be sure to check out more


    oh yes WELCOME to ELITESKILLS
    | Posted on 2007-02-20 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]


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