Forged Forgetting

I like it...it's so you... I just noticed that you weren't on my buddy list. When I first started with Neopoet I deleted some of the buddy's and I must have deleted you by mistake. I couldn't remember who was who at first. You haven't written a poem for a while so I hadn't noticed. I hope you don't mind me adding you back on my list. Rosina xena465

..a poem filled with hatred..hmmmm, what might have triggered this hate? that you force to forget... did it happen or not? ...nice read, I could feel the anger from here...

I love this Jess, he's a great one. It's impossible, and maybe that's the problem. Come to terms.. Leave intact.. Or Stay, inside and rage (eventually) whew ! Fodder for thought here is a big score, man. Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

Soundin' off, are ya? Hmmmmmm... How about an herbal remedy for that upset personna?.... Better now? ~ Gee

aaahhhh....the old head in the sand trick. "just live hating that which didn’t happen"...a short track to an ulcer if ever there was one as a poem? so-so, but i'm guessing this wasn't posted for poetic value. as a thought (people) provoker?...mission accomplished cheers p

don't I know that feeling? Poetically, this is not an elegant write. Do you want it to evolve into something elegant? Or do you prefer its roughness? Let me know... Yours, ~Nina

A couple of ideas to get you going: Just forget it pretend it didn’t happen Forget about it it never happened [] (But how does one forget something that never happened?) [] there’s no point apologising (no need to talk about it or even think of) []something that didn’t happen Forget what? nothing happened [] (these bruises are not real and all hurts tend to heal unless they never happened) [] (the past is irrelevant for it never happened) (No regrets No talks No forgiving No healing) Just forget [] just live hating that which didn’t happen. Yours, ~Nina

nearly missed one of yours and a wonderful write it is ... i think Ninas suggestions are all on the money, and I will make some as well if you dont mind later on ? ... need to go rest for a little bit and then I will be back to have a go at this one ... I really like the rage against the inaction aspect... Love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe

Thank you Jess. The question is always when do we deal with issues that tend to make us feel uncomfortable, take us out of our *comfort zones*? For myself, I used to let sleeping dogs lay; I identified with being a lover and not a fighter. I've learned since that if I don't deal with situations immediately, out in the open, it will fester and becom explosive or end in a crisis. In society, it can be as small as blowing up in inappropriate situations or as large as *going postal*. My 2cents. And I had a wonderful night of sleep. I almost always sleep like a baby except when I sense something happened with a loved one... There's a down side for being an empath. ~A p.s. Nina you tamed Jess' poem. ;-) "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

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Strong closing. Needs a new title.

Yeah...Nicole, how about "a dog and his chew bone (are not easily parted)"? lol ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

its so true. far too many people cope that way. i really enjoyed reading this piece. great work. -ur friend, bright eyed.

It really is true, isn't it, Jess? There's nothing to forgive, because nothing ever happened. I love you. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

This was a very thought provoking poem. I usually dont like the repetition aspect throughout poetry but you made it work perfectly for your goal here. One of my friends keeps telling me that theres nothing to forgive as well because that something never happened or it just wasnt big enough to be noticed as significant to affect them. But I also get your other aspect as well. Love it! -Carch

I am always late, But I am here. So I think the good and bad has been well covered. But it lost alot for me when you said in your comments it was about frusterations for others. For although I can relate and value that in a write, for me I prefer first person telling not to later turned in to the negative. I personaly thought that this was a very typical situation of denial and of some recognition, but then in the comments it was turned to mean something else broaching on mockery and some underlying sense of superiority that immeadiatly raises the hair on my neck. So I have decided to take the write for what it reads and how I like it rather than the way it was made out to be in the comments. What ever your intent, write or comments, it was thought provoking. Thanks for sharing Jess. Julie D.D.

always happy to give you a good smack when you deserve it. Care to return the favour? You know that your honest opinion is always most welcome to my pages. Yours, ~Nina

a logic that you put so communicatively. shan

Ann of Norway "What did you say I didn't hear it?" "I didn't say anything!" "Oh, I thought you did, never mind" "Maybe next time I'll hear it:" The fact that it was said, defines its existence doesn't it? So it cannot not be. So difficult to eradicate something that didn't happen as these can be as potent in intent as those things that do happen. Yours from Ann.

Loved the work you have done on this one Jess ... Nina and Julie Kudos girls good to see neo working as a family love Jayne-Chloe

How can one forget something that didn't happened---i love this wonderful thought of urs! cheers Papa

not yet ! Mark FlexAbilities

I can totally dig this, but not with a shovel...just give you a big fat Elephant stamp for best in class... :)

An elephant stamp on an elf OMG ::splat:: lol Mark Resilient Flexibility

..came back for another read! :)

Hi, Just came across it...all the above comments seem valid...miscommunication...both sides taking stances that they think the other is expecting. Like a warped game of relationship- chess. Liked your theme..it's almost universal! Regards, Ells x

we boost hearts like shoe leather buffed i remember the weather when my heart cracked like imperfect diamond how it didnt fire in truths light the same and how I cried in that junctions arms leaning on the formica counter This is an awesome poem Elf Esker!