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    dots Submission Name: a night to rememberdots
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    Author: allapo1ogies
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 32/5/1
    Words: 106
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       be kind to me... i havent written a word in years and tonight has been rather rough already...


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    dotsa night to rememberdots
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    you wont remember
    but I called you
    and I told you all about how
    something bad had happened
    only I couldn’t tell you
    because the words were too big
    too ugly, too shameful
    the words didn’t cross cultural
    divides.

    i said he hurt me
    my voice was shaking
    i knew if I cried you wouldn’t understand

    i remember what you said
    about what your mother said
    about men who hit women

    i knew you wouldn’t understand
    and eight years later you still don’t
    and that’s okay

    sometimes the word rape is too big
    even when english is your first language.




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      This poem reminds me of the song Savior by Rise Against. For some oddball reason.

    And to be frank, (even though my name is not Frank), to call somebody that will not sympathize while you tear means you called the wrong person.

    But it is understandable. Sometimes our fingers can be too long or too short and our vision muddled with unresolved anger that in the heat of the moment we dial the wrong number and make the wrong call.

    But this poem also reminds me of the song Walk by the Foo Fighters.


    | Posted on 2015-01-15 00:00:00 | by hyproglo | [ Reply to This ]
      this is very true jaydee. it's heavy. it's noble that it's okay. that you're compassionated enough to be okay with someones lack of understanding. i think it's impossible for those who haven't experienced to understand. it's very brave and big hearted of you to post this.
    | Posted on 2014-07-18 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
      This cuts.


    You are still (and always have been) an amazingly beautiful person and writer.

    Keep it up <3
    | Posted on 2014-06-29 00:00:00 | by etheror | [ Reply to This ]
      Well i like how straightforward it is, how ordered and measured and complicit it is. I don't know... do you think of me as a writer? As one writer to another: i think this is perfection.

    I admire it. I admire it. It's good like my mother.
    | Posted on 2014-06-14 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh beautiful. Ok hmmm

    1. There is no way on gods green earth that I could critique your words not ever able to, they to me are living and to cut/bend/break even a vowel just does not to it justice.

    2. How on this gods great earth is it even possible to be hard on these words after what they have bared...giving, hurting, confused only as to why it needs to lay down so deep. No, beautiful, no bashing these words they speak truth and they should be praised for doing such.

    3. Singing it loud for all to hear. This is the way I dealt with it all and I haven't met many that could (ma & pa taught me to sing early). Every soul carries burdens in different ways...some lift it up to the sky, others bury it deep below...and then there are those who have it held in the in between. A constant hover where there is no covering from it. Whichever way helps the heal or the dealings.

    4. Holding it close, not being able to tell tru because of fear that it will not be understood or accepted...heightens the fears already festering.
    It rips and tears and peels and bleeds and and and. Catch 22 in many ways.

    5. I am all heart no brains sometimes. I read and bleed and cry. I feel the pain and shame and hurt all the more because I recognize the soul on the other end. Beautiful, you have lived, like so many of us, a long hard road but one thing I have always admired about you is that light you shine in the darkness of it all...and you beam it so bright and reaches so far...people bathe in it and it is beautiful to bask in. Gosh, I just loves ya and wish words could help or mend or whatnots.


    I know this is a horrible comment and I always wander and stray a bit when overwhelmed but you know me...always feeling it the way it reads.

    (insert the biggest warmest shakiest hug here)
    Much much
    Love U
    XO
    | Posted on 2014-06-14 00:00:00 | by clay | [ Reply to This ]


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