kimsubfemale -> RE: - Master Lied - (7/22/2006 10:56:30 PM)
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Juliaoceania, Your right up to a point, after a good sleep I could see the confusion in my post. However – wanting or needing a younger Dom – is totally out of the question, I’ve tried them they are so much in need of a mother figure, to wipe their snotty nose – rather then wanting a companion. They are too immature for my liking. And yes – I do want to be in control in the beginning of a relationship expressing my needs. In fact I hate men, but I also have a need for them if they can fore fill my needs forcefully then I have to (Reciprocate). Unlike many others survivors as myself, that have hit the drugs – prostitution to hide their hurt pain – or have committed suicide along their path in trying to reach out. Myself I believe I am a fighter and surviving the best way I know how. However my life and needs will continue – just as yours will. Despite what went down here today? Throughout my life I can say I’ve tried my best and it will continue. I used to think that everything happened for a reason. Things happened, and in the end things could be explained away, put into neat little boxes, filed away with an explanation something to be learned from something to be gained from. Maybe I am an exception – and don’t fully understand, (Life) as yet whether or not thats true or false, I’ve yet to learn. But what I do understand is trial and error. Okay, ok – I’m ranting here. Some of my poetry ******************************************************************* The poems below are about my struggle and the awareness of that struggle. It also refers to my attempts to acknowledge where I am in my life’s journey and how I will try to turn my life around. Author –Kimberly-j - All Rights Reserved 2005 INNER-ME #1 Sometime I ponder life of how it was meant to be, Without the deep shadows that life passed over little me, now most times I’m within myself amongst the valleys and the trees with all the wild loving animals of the forest talking just too me. My Mother will be there, standing tall, right next to me and all the beautiful flowers and wonderful tall trees – Nature, as it was to be, wrapping me in the warm colours of her rainbow. Most times it’s where I go, seeking the innocent child within. See that little tree over yonder, oh yes, that might just be me, reaching up for light hopeful of being seen as I move from the shadows of the darkened hills that once enclosed me. As I look around, I see a warm and sparkling stream flowing next to me, as it travels through life’s journey. When next you gaze upon a tree, I hope you may think of life and little Kimberly. REFLECTIONS #2 Sitting watching you watching me, reflections in the waters of the mountain stream, I see the look in those sad eyes Kimberly gazing at me, looking back at my reflections of my inner self. The mirror image, my own reflection, yes the inner me. Those big tormented eyes, the mirrors to my soul. Gazing upon my reflection, I struggle with my torment and dream of being free. What say, reflection - inner me, shall we unite, sit awhile under those graceful trees and draw upon their strength and warmth. At last the lost little me Kimberly will be set free. Please, please help set me free. Let me escape and fly like the birds amongst my beautiful tall trees wanting peace and harmony. Tormented soul do you hear me screaming my heart out to thee. Could it be that I remain lost and unable to see the peace that awaits me. TORMENTED – CHILDHOOD #3 Oh Mother dear couldn’t you hear me calling you, in wanting you near, crying silently with so much fear, as he terrorized me throughout my years. I know you’re now at peace, resting in the after-life, never far from here. What about me, with no inner peace, lost and alone fragile and weak. He would stop me, not letting me speak. Taking my childhood, I now feel like a Freak. He twisted my life and molested me, now forever and ever, for eternity, look at me still fragile and weak. I’ve had enough I’m starting to tell, speaking to others and seeking their help. My time has come, I must tell, speaking out about my torment, my living hell. PAINTED – DOLL #5 Lost little girl with a painted face, ponytail and dressed in such pretty lace. He was taking me to my fate. As I got there, I kind of stared, many strange men in underwear. From somewhere, within the room, I heard them call. Painted doll, little dog, you’re our whore tonight. What did they care about calling me names, to them, this was just another game. Faced with this uncertainty, living my life, a true nightmare! Could I pretend, even at age ten, that life was not really my friend, full of fear swinging from a chandelier. Shattered dreams of what could have been, lost childhood of playing in a stream, making mud pies and just saying hi to other kids. I was made to think it all taboo, like playing hopscotch and chasey too, skipping ropes, there’s no hope of ever seeing those days again. Hey there, you there. Back off some, leave me alone now you’ve read my poem, I am destined to be on my own, roaming this world all alone. Sighs DIGNITY #7 Trigger, trigger, maybe I should grab a gun and pull the fucking trigger, bang, bang. What did I say? No I must stay, to face another day. How could it be, life turned inside out, for me. Most times I feel like I’m being chocked, what’s that I hear, from this fucked up society. Take this chill pill and you’ll be okay. It’s not as easy as they say. I say, fuck this world and fuck its so-called humane society. It stripped me of my rights and dignity. But no, you will not win. My life will be long and I will grow strong. I will struggle and fight to reclaim my rights. Then I shall have peace and dignity. ANGER – HATE #8 I want to scream and shout, letting it all out telling of my anger and my fucking hate. I want to open up hells gate and throw back the people that I hate, back into the darkness from which they all originate. Hope your fucking happy rotting there in chains you filthy dirty bustards. You will never enter my life again. I say burn, burn for eternity and now you cease to be. Never will you touch me, as I have been set free. It’s like sitting in a meadow watching the birds and the bees, truly that’s how I feel, seeing them flying amongst natures beautiful trees. At last I have peace and tranquility. ******************************************************************* Ok, you can go on laughing at me all you want now that I’ve gone – I’ve never seen such a collection of so many miserable people – and you think I’m crazy. - kim P.s. I am really sorry if I have offended anyone here – Please forgive me.
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