Mother
Sampradaha
Posts: 13
She's a saint, a savior, preys to a wet dream on a crucifix, narcissistic sick b*tch, never to fall, it's our fault your life has turned to dust and ash.
They don't no you like I do, I see your pleasure from their praise, you live for them, but for us we are a burden, always treated you children like trash.
Your career, your dreams put on never, take it out on us, we are to blame.
We never had the right to cry, we could of had your life. Do you think your narccissism will win you some sort of fame. Wasted away because you chose twice, to become a wife.
Two beautiful souls, born from you tretchery, should have been three, it should have been me.
Now we must awaken from your hate and deciet, we thank you for saving us from love, all thats left to feel is pain. But I swear to you this, I won't let you win, I promise I will defeat.
You will undoubtably go on living your lies, self deception, you have chose your fate.
Pretending your marthyrdom, your magnanamous saint hood in their eyes. Karmic debt will soon weave it's web, you will try and disprove these words of pain and hate.
I once resented you for not ridding of your burdens, but I have learned to forgive. I no longer feel for you the hatred and fear. My true Mother has taught me love and for the first time, how to live. I don't want your crap, your money, your twisted love; I am better off without you Oh Mother Dear.
They don't no you like I do, I see your pleasure from their praise, you live for them, but for us we are a burden, always treated you children like trash.
Your career, your dreams put on never, take it out on us, we are to blame.
We never had the right to cry, we could of had your life. Do you think your narccissism will win you some sort of fame. Wasted away because you chose twice, to become a wife.
Two beautiful souls, born from you tretchery, should have been three, it should have been me.
Now we must awaken from your hate and deciet, we thank you for saving us from love, all thats left to feel is pain. But I swear to you this, I won't let you win, I promise I will defeat.
You will undoubtably go on living your lies, self deception, you have chose your fate.
Pretending your marthyrdom, your magnanamous saint hood in their eyes. Karmic debt will soon weave it's web, you will try and disprove these words of pain and hate.
I once resented you for not ridding of your burdens, but I have learned to forgive. I no longer feel for you the hatred and fear. My true Mother has taught me love and for the first time, how to live. I don't want your crap, your money, your twisted love; I am better off without you Oh Mother Dear.
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I wish you only the best and may our mothers forgive themselves the wrongs they know they are guilty of, whether they like it or NOT.
no one knew what our family was really like. but, i got saved, and i have forgiven my mom, and i can see her through God's eyes. how He sees her, as a child she was abused.....oh well i know you probably dont want to hear anything about God, but He has healed my heart pretty much. good luck with your future.
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repent
I loved my mom. more than anything. She spent time with me, she held me even when she didn't want to because she was tired. She was intelligent, scrupled, moral, kind, had a good sharp wit, put people at ease. She encouraged me to learn, and explore the world through books, and words, and paint, and nature, and other people. She could swear better that anyone I know if she was angry, she was not quite 5 feet tall, and could still scare the shit out of 6 foot tall hoodlums hanging out at 3am drinking in front of our house.
She is dead and gone now for many more years than she was alive in my lifetime, but she is a constant source of memory in my head. And perhaps her death did more to shape my personality than her life? The jury's still out on that one...
Mothers are tricky things. They hold so much power over us, and usually in the most disconnected sort of ways. You hear your mother's voice in your head at exactly the wrong moment sometime. They are God at some point, they are assholes at some point. They are people who had problems just like you and me. Take whatever you are able from mothers. disregard what you must in order to stay sane.
Be aware they here and they are not. Just that quickly.
We are here and we are not. Just that quickly.
that's all. Thx.
dont you feel that words like pessimistic
and narccissitic are kind of confining words
i hate it when i feel like im a word besides
equal, words like this are political i think
everyone hold hands and love this could be
the day
i want to gain strength and overtake you
i love you
ghost
wet dream and crucifix had me thinking i dont want my jesus in that descriptive thought but thats what life is freedom of expression , i really think that although im sure god gets upset with our words that hes not like a possessive boyfriend or girlfriend
it does say in the bible that we should fear god
and let me tell ya aint nothin like having so much fear that you see a flashing light to the center of you brain that changes the chemical makeup of your forever
anyone ever been through anything like this?
i fear god
i probably should get back to petrified fear though cause these words are seemin quite idle to me
god bless ya
its jesus day
Anyway, props to your Jesus, I mean no offense.
........................Fear creates ignorance
But let me say this fear creates perception.
I am better off without you Oh Mother Dear.
Amen to that!
Very emotional and I really liked it a lot! Speaks volumes!