Another piece by me

Heaven

All the time.

You’re there to comfort me.

When it’s cold.

When I’m low.

Your face can brighten me up.

Others see no one but me.

But I see you.

Bliss

Ecstasy.

Jealousy.

Self hatred.

You make me feel the lot.

Fragility

Today’s the day it goes. It’s plagued me for days. I’ll tell God what I’m sure he already knows. That I molested my little relative.

I hate the feeling Of sliminess crawling through me. I’ve become a seeming Cliché: the evil relative.

St.Anne’s Cathedral looks stunning So say the tour bus that passes Approaching it, I feel numbing: I can’t move, and dread comes on en masse.

The steps and entrance are overpowering. They tower over me, making me feel uneasy. I’ve become a wreck, broken and cowering. I feel measly.

Why am I afraid? It’s because I’ll get caught. Everywhere is an anti child abuse poster. I wish I could adhere to it. But I failed, and I’ll be sought.

‘Father, I’m not really a Catholic but I try to live my life by the Ten Commandments. But I’ve a confession to make. I sexually abused a little relative of mine.’

The priest is shocked. He’d never heard anyone confess such a sin like this before. ‘Bastard’, thinks the priest. It’s the confession box, and nothing can be disclosed outside it, even to the police.

‘Father? Father?’ The voice is one of despair. Like locking a three year old in a dark room. ‘I’m doomed, aren’t I?’

Sigh. Father Morris has to do something. Here’s how he will respond.

‘Well, I’m at a loss. What you’ve done is pure evil. How’s the child going to cope? Maybe it’ll not affect them straight away, but when they grow up…They’ll think of your leering face. They’ll feel helpless. You bastard. Don’t you feel anything?’

‘YES, YES. I do. That’s why I’ve come to tell you this.’

‘It’s not my position to tell you this, but you have placed me in an awkward position. I have a duty to inform the police, but I can’t say anything, because we’re in here. I’m going to be haunted by this. How do you feel about that?

Silence. The tears came quickly. He was relieved that nothing was being said, but now there was another casualty.

Trying to muster up every ounce of forgiveness in his soul, Fr. Morris gave him an absolution of his sins, on the grounds that he informs the police of his deeds. Otherwise the absolution would be denied.

I’ll never let you go….

Ingredients

Take me back.

‘Do you love me?’Of course I do?’

Take me back.

‘Do you take… to be your lawful wedded…?’‘Of course I do.’

Take me back.

Do you think it’s time we had a baby?’‘Of course I do.’

Take me back.

‘Do you not think it’s time for you to quit that job?’‘Of course.’

Take me back.

‘Do you think it’s time to send the kids off to foster care?’‘Of course I do’

Take me back.

‘Do you realise that your results came back?’‘Yes.’

Take me back.

‘Time to administer the last rites.’

Take me back.

Let's hear yer opinions.

Pity post.

Marc wrote: Pity post.

does that mean?

well no one else was going to reply to this thread might as well be kind. :)

Well thank you for your consideration, but why not tell me what you thought about the work?

Christopher Owens wrote: Ingredients freedom. feelings. music. windy. bamboo. --CO-- lightness. clarity. and strength. that's greatness. that works.

being human and human being.

I just don't like poetry. It's too subjective and anyone and everyone thinks they can write it. :\ohwell:

have you tried anti-depressants?

Ronald Kirsch wrote: have you tried anti-depressants?

:finger:

Marc wrote: I just don't like poetry. It's too subjective and anyone and everyone thinks they can write it. :\ohwell:

It's not necessarily poetry, it's just a story.

Christ almighty!!!!!

J.A.K wrote: Christ almighty!!!!!

Eh?

Jeeeeez leave it out.

The guy's got balls puttin his own stuff like that on here

Jack_H wrote: Jeeeeez leave it out.

The guy's got balls puttin his own stuff like that on here

sorry. just read it in full now.

it is indeed......errr....Mint!!!!!!

Jack_H wrote: Jeeeeez leave it out.

The guy's got balls puttin his own stuff like that on here

Cheers for that

You don't know how much that meant to me.

Christopher Owens wrote:

Jack_H wrote: Jeeeeez leave it out.

The guy's got balls puttin his own stuff like that on here

Cheers for that

You don't know how much that meant to me.

i'm only kiddin you know Chris. Cheer up bud.

Who molested the little relative?

when Pearl Jam would have been at their peek of their somewhat limited grungy powers, jack would have been 3 months old.

Lord Tennyson??

J.A.K wrote: when Pearl Jam would have been at their peek of their somewhat limited grungy powers, jack would have been 3 months old.

ahahhhaaah NO

Jack_H wrote:

J.A.K wrote: when Pearl Jam would have been at their peek of their somewhat limited grungy powers, jack would have been 3 months old.

ahahhhaaah NO

errr I think the correct answer you needed there was.....

"And I'll live to see all you aging cunts burried" :D

Steve Campbell wrote:

Jack_H wrote:

J.A.K wrote: when Pearl Jam would have been at their peek of their somewhat limited grungy powers, jack would have been 3 months old.

ahahhhaaah NO

errr I think the correct answer you needed there was.....

"And I'll live to see all you aging cunts burried" :D

Johnny wrote: Who molested the little relative?

The narrator.