Just needed to be heard for a little while

Pyxis

iammumtoone...I'm so sorry you have had a terrible Christmas, really sorry. Christmas always heightens everything horrible, as well as everything nice.

It's quite all right not to go into details. I'm sure enough of us have had ghastly goings-on at a past Christmas, enough to have an idea of what you may have gone through.

Please stay on here and join in when you want to. I know what you mean about this thread being so good for keeping oneself grounded and also in company. You are not alone, you know. :A

mellymoo74

Pyxis wrote: »

iammumtoone...I'm so sorry you have had a terrible Christmas, really sorry. Christmas always heightens everything horrible, as well as everything nice.

It's quite all right not to go into details. I'm sure enough of us have had ghastly goings-on at a past Christmas, enough to have an idea of what you may have gone through.

Please stay on here and join in when you want to. I know what you mean about this thread being so good for keeping oneself grounded and also in company. You are not alone, you know. :A

I second this. It's a fab support for people

and WaS they're ace they keep me active

whitewing

I just read the Philip Larkin poem to my sister, who hadn't heard it before.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178055

mellymoo74

I love that one.
I have been trying to find one we did at school the line that resonates is 'thoughts like bees were buzzing'

Pyxis

I hadn't read that poem before. It's good, but then I thought, what about the other side of things? So, I've pasted Larkin's poem here, (but as it might be a penguin for anyone with parent issues, I've whited it).......

Penguin?



This be the Verse
BY PHILIP LARKIN

They f**k you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were f**ked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.


And I have added this continuation poem of my own, in the same style, but this might be a penguin for anyone with (grown-up) children issues....

Penguin?

The Sadness Sandwich
By PYXIS

It works the other way as well -
Your children, whom you'd hoped to like
And joke and jape with, give you hell
And call you b***h, (and worse) and strike

Out, lashing, lashing with their tongues,
Not seeing how you hurt. You hurt
So much it's best to be among
Cold strangers, than be kicked like dirt.

So there we are, caught up between
Two slices of brown buttered dread -
No parents fostering self-esteem,
No children loving you instead.



End penguin.

codemonkey

Oh pyxis. Hugs.

lostinrates

Pyxis, I doubt you are old enough, but I'd be happy to be adopted by a creative, dynamic spoon maker such as yourself, lol.

Pyxis

Tell you what, as it doesn't matter how old you are to be adopted by anyone, or to adopt anyone, Codemonkey can adopt me, and I'll adopt Lostinrates!

:rotfl:
That would turn nature on its head! :rotfl:

Thanks guys! (((((((((())))))))))

Pyxis

What's a dynamic spoon?

Waves_and_Smiles

Awww, Pyxis, hugs. I love your poem. My teacher friend has quoted the Philip Larkin poem to me for years.