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That's a little bit much.

I thought this was a thread about BD.

This is clearly Ari expressing some long passed trauma.

Let her have her day.

Dumbass.

Five stars for insightfulness, you two. However I know exactly what this community is like in all it's variegated glory. If I wasn't prepared to have it ridiculed, trolled, joked about, or, worst of all... totally ignored, I wouldn't have put it up. Actually, I really liked the joke replies.

But thank you for defending me, Bijou and Timelord.

I put up strong personal boundaries, and also made myself safe by putting up the poem I wrote about someone else, a guy who got locked in a barn for three days when he was a little boy, by his uncle. When his mother came back and found him, she had to take him to hospital because he was dying of hypothermia and dehydration. Amazingly, everyone who knows what I am going through just right now, has told me the poem is obviously about myself.

For the enlightenment of everyone else, I shall put up the far inferior poem I wrote about me:
It's amazing how much a really good conversation with your little sister can cheer you up
after you find out
you were raped when you were three.

Well, “raped” is an exaggeration.
But “sexually molested in some fashion for a period of up to three years” just isn't succinct.
And after all that's when the Dissociation started.
To take away him from me.

[If I want some really good jokes about gbaji, we'd better MOVE THREAD]

I never realized that totally ignoring this was the worst, so I'm posting to say Hi Ari.

I wanted to make a smart/witty comment but I clearly dont have it in me, so I'll just say hi.

I like it. Reminds me of "Bugs" by Pearl Jam.

I could tell a poem about an iguana,
but right now I don't wanna.

ITT: Bijou confesses to killing a "Mr. Lester Moore" through poetry (and maybe interpretive dance, but we can't see it).



(Bijou probably can't see it either )

Edited, Sep 2nd 2012 11:29pm by Shaowstrike

Poetry is the one thing I could never grok. That **** just looks like one long run-on sentence broken into arbitrary lines to me.

All of my posts are in the style of free verse poetry.

If you're going to use the code tags, might as well make it stylish!

We'll begin with box; the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox is oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, and two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose is never called meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a house full of mice;
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
The plural of man is always men,
But the plural of pan is never pen.

If I speak of a foot, and you show me two feet,
And I give you a book, would a pair be a beek?
If one is a tooth, and a whole set is teeth,
Why shouldn't two booths be called beeth?

If the singular's this and the plural is these,
Should the plural of kiss be ever called keese?

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him;
But imagine the feminine ... she, shis, and shim!