
The truth is I would do everything in this world if my mom wanted 52 days of me or a week. Maddie, it’s time to take you out of this pain and how body was hearing you and nobody doing anything and I HAVE HEARD YOU and KNOW EVERY INCH YOU WERE GOING THROUGH and ALL YOUR PAIN AND ANGER mixed in mine NOBODY DID ANYTHING and USED YOU IN THIS and left you to just refuse to acknowledge this ever happened and if it wasn’t for the miracle that I HAVE ALL YOUR POEMS and DRAFTS and EVERY WORD, CRY, FEELINGS and know most of the exact times your were writing about and referring to and have carried this for so long until the time was right and I would be prepared in such a way I never knew would be a part of this that had to be done to receives all these miracles. I had to be prepared to carry you through this. I don’t want you to feel anymore of this. You were just a child. I didn’t know right now was the time I was going to say this so maybe in about a week I send u the link. All your poems will be on private page in my website dealing with other adult stuff. I refuse to participate in all family secrets and refusing to talk about things when things are still unresolved. Trust me Madison. I know how very careful this is. I very aware this is a miracle.
From: Kelmichaels333 <kelmichaels333@yahoo.com>
Date: April 23, 2018 at 1:16:09 PM CDT
To: Steve Michaels <stevem7188@gmail.com>
Cc: "Kel's Email @kelannmichaels. gmail" <kelannmichaels@gmail.com>
Subject: Re: 2nd Notice for financial statements and receipt
What is YOUR POINT you are trying to get to and do in ALL of THIS? You ALREADY took her so I would NEVER get her AND made me to NEVER exist just as if I had NEVER existed in the first place EXACTLY LIKE YOU SAID AND PROMISE YOU WOULD DO 7 years ago and DID IT ALL OVER AGAIN more than 3-1/2 years ago and YOU WON... your child has never seen her Mother EVER AGAIN and have intentionally DESTROYED her EVERY THOUGHT, MEMORY or IMAGE she once had of me and you got her to believe and say the exact words about me that you taught her what you wanted her to say and then believe and she’s a mirror image of you and YOU DID IT and she no longer believes or remembers what she saw YOU DO to me and now thinks that it was ACTUALLY MOMMY who had really done it to YOU instead. Congratulations, you’re off the hook. So, why don’t you just let her be now? Continue to destroy me how ever you want but leave her out it and out of adult matters that she doesn’t need to be put through and just let her live a real life that is authentic and not manufactured by you and give her back her freedom and mind that wasn’t yours to take and she needs to be back to being just a kid again. Enough has been done.
I’ll deal with you later with your threats.
On MY Last NIGHT as YOUR Principal,
Let’s reflect on YOUR JOURNEY of Self-Discovery
Up to THIS POINT
..….................
YOU ENTERED High School
In the Fall of 2019
YOU BROUGHT in a Discreet VERSION of YOURSELF
TONIGHT, YOU are LEAVING High School
as a DIFFERENT VERSION of the SAME PERSON
…………
Throughout the PAST 4 YEARS
whether YOU WERE AWARE of IT
or NOT…
YOU’RE ON A JOURNEY of Self-Discovery!
………..
YOUR YOUNGER-Self
likely PLACED VALUE
on WHAT YOU Deemed Important
or WHAT YOU THOUGHT OTHER’S Deemed Important
FOR YOU
…………
AS YOU’RE READY for the
NEXT Phase of YOUR LIFE
I ASK that YOU REFLECT on:
HOW MUCH has CHANGED.
WHO ARE YOU?
N O W ?
………
THIS IS the JOURNEY of Self-Discovery!
I ENCOURAGE YOU
to CONTINUOUSLY REFLECT
ON THIS JOURNEY:
1. WHERE you’ve BEEN
& WHERE you WANT TO GO
2. WHO you WERE
& WHO you hope TO BECOME
This LIFE-LONG PROCESS of Self-Discovery
is not ONLY
1. Understanding
THE FACTS of your JOURNEY
but also
2. UNCOVERING your WHY
A. WHY do YOU
DO the THINGS that YOU DO?
B. WHY do YOU
place VALUE
WHERE YOU DO?
When you HONE IN on YOUR WHY
You’re NOT ONLY ABLE to
1. FOCUS your EFFORTS on
WHAT is Truly Important
but you’re also ABLE to
2. MAKE SENSE
of your STRUGGLES of the PAST
……..
The UNCOVERING of MY WHY as an Educator
has been KEY to MY GROWTH
Often when people think of teachers or principals,
they think “You must of liked school so much you
never wanted to leave!”
However, MY truth, like many Educators, is Quite the OPPOSITE. I didn’t really like school. I was fine but
not a great student… a below-average athlete…
certainly no one’s definition of popular.
During THOSE years I STRUGGLED
1. With WHAT set ME APART.
2. WHAT Values OR Skills
MADE ME SPECIAL
For the MOST PART
I FELT pretty INVISIBLE,
And I was DESPERATE
TO BE SEEN
by SOMEONE
…while ironically
WANTING to HIDE
at the SAME TIME
However, one positive thing about MY younger self
Was I KNEW I ALWAYS WANTED to be a teacher!
I KNEW what I WANTED to DO.
I just didn’t always KNOW WHY
While I do truly enjoy connecting and serving ALL students of High School, I’m especially driven to students, who like me, don’t always love High School.
Who don’t always feel comfortable in their skin.
Who don’t ALWAYS FEEL HEARD, SEEN or VALUED.
MY Goal is to make the High School experience if even just a tiny bit better, for students like this
THIS is MY VERSION of Making the World a BETTER Place. THIS is MY WHY
....................................
Ultimately,
I am NOT SURE
YOU CAN be HAPPY
WITH WHO You ARE
UNTIL YOU
KNOW WHO you ARE
…....................
Searching FOR THIS
comes a deeper OPPORTUNITY
to UNDERSTAND your WHY
And WHEN YOU search for THAT
You UNLOCK a NEW LEVEL of POTENTIAL
along WITH
THE COMFORT
of NO LONGER CHASING
with WHAT does NOT
BRING YOU JOY or PURPOSE
..............................
Each Person’s JOURNEY is DIFFERENT
............................
But EVERYONE of YOU
HAS the POTENTIAL to ACHIEVE
YOUR VERSION of Greatness
I never even believed this VERSION of Greatness could exist. This whole thing. that I instantly became and believed it began while the physical process of being Re-Baptized and then never imagined the next could occur or even connected me being re-baptized as an adult with really anything about being baptized as a baby and never thought that or thought about that and were just 2 complete different things so it never occurred to me that would be related but when water was poured over the top of my head all I know is I became a golden child and I can’t describe it more than that. I instantly was a brand new person. It was instant. The only way I can describe the happiness and how beautiful I felt was the same as I felt while I was pregnant. Being pregnant and a new Mother was when I believed I achieved my VERSION of greatness. I didn’t know there could be bigger Version of Greatness. Being able to bring Madison with in how I did to be there is everything.
What happened later the night …FINISH…….
……………………………………….
The ONLY QUESTION is:
Are YOU READY
to LET GO of
WHAT you THINK
YOU are SUPPOSED to BE
and
BECOME SOMEONE
You NEVER Imagined?
There were so many last times we were taken from
each other and always more extreme years taken from us.
It's time to RELECT on THIS Journey THAT you NEVER DESERVED ANY OF THIS that BEFORE the almost last 14 years of THIS there was so much more.
That from the start, YOU were already FORCED on
A LIFE JOURNEY that NEVER WAS MEANT FOR YOU
AND WAS DONE IN YOUR COMPLETE INNOCENCE then enabled to continue that I never tell you about the embarrasemt that procedded in the courts and, honey, despite 5 layers I was told by the 3rd that we never even had a chance and was already decided before I walked into any court court room.
So WE never had a chance to talk about what happened
right before your eyes. DO YOU REMEMBER that morning after you came down downstairs to ask me if you could sleep with me on the couch because you missed me? YOU NEVER DESERVED to EVER WITNESS and HEAR what your dad did to me that while I begged him TO NOT DO THIS IN FRONT OF YOU, it had no meaning.
YOU baby girl WERE EVEN MORE and the highest brought into another adult situation intentionally.
YOU were a victim exactly the same as I was.
On September 22, 2011
YOU became a very distinct VERSION of YOURSELF
As of TODAY 7/29/2024
YOU are even more a DIFFERENT VERSION of the SAME PERSON you truly are.
Little girl you were born and we were blessed with having a complete early childhood that 6-1/2 years
…………
Throughout YOUR EXISTENCE OF NOW MORE THAN 20 YEARS
whether YOU WERE AWARE of IT
or NOT…
YOU’RE ON A JOURNEY of Self-Discovery!
………..
YOUR YOUNGER-Self
likely PLACED VALUE
on WHAT YOU Deemed Important
or WHAT YOU THOUGHT OTHER’S Deemed Important
FOR YOU
…………
AS YOU’RE READY for the
NEXT Phase of YOUR LIFE
I ASK that YOU REFLECT on:
HOW MUCH has CHANGED.
WHO ARE YOU?
N O W ?
………
THIS IS the JOURNEY of Self-Discovery!
I ENCOURAGE YOU
to CONTINUOUSLY REFLECT
ON THIS JOURNEY:
1. WHERE you’ve BEEN
& WHERE you WANT TO GO
2. WHO you WERE
& WHO you hope TO BECOME
This LIFE-LONG PROCESS of Self-Discovery
is not ONLY
1. Understanding
THE FACTS of your JOURNEY
but also
2. UNCOVERING your WHY
A. WHY do YOU
DO the THINGS that YOU DO?
B. WHY do YOU
place VALUE
WHERE YOU DO?
When you HONE IN on YOUR WHY
You’re NOT ONLY ABLE to
1. FOCUS your EFFORTS on
WHAT is Truly Important
but you’re also ABLE to
2. MAKE SENSE
of your STRUGGLES of the PAST
……..
The UNCOVERING of MY WHY as an Educator
has been KEY to MY GROWTH
Often when people think of teachers or principals,
they think “You must of liked school so much you
never wanted to leave!”
However, MY truth, like many Educators, is Quite the OPPOSITE. I didn’t really like school. I was fine but
not a great student… a below-average athlete…
certainly no one’s definition of popular.
During THOSE years I STRUGGLED
1. With WHAT set ME APART.
2. WHAT Values OR Skills
MADE ME SPECIAL
For the MOST PART
I FELT pretty INVISIBLE,
And I was DESPERATE
TO BE SEEN
by SOMEONE
…while ironically
WANTING to HIDE
at the SAME TIME
However, one positive thing about MY younger self
Was I KNEW I ALWAYS WANTED to be a teacher!
I KNEW what I WANTED to DO.
I just didn’t always KNOW WHY
While I do truly enjoy connecting and serving ALL students of High School, I’m especially driven to students, who like me, don’t always love High School.
Who don’t always feel comfortable in their skin.
Who don’t ALWAYS FEEL HEARD, SEEN or VALUED.
MY Goal is to make the High School experience if even just a tiny bit better, for students like this
THIS is MY VERSION of Making the World a BETTER Place. THIS is MY WHY
....................................
Ultimately,
I am NOT SURE
YOU CAN be HAPPY
WITH WHO You ARE
UNTIL YOU
KNOW WHO you ARE
…....................
Searching FOR THIS
comes a deeper OPPORTUNITY
to UNDERSTAND your WHY
And WHEN YOU search for THAT
You UNLOCK a NEW LEVEL of POTENTIAL
along WITH
THE COMFORT
of NO LONGER CHASING
with WHAT does NOT
BRING YOU JOY or PURPOSE
..............................
Each Person’s JOURNEY is DIFFERENT
............................
But EVERYONE of YOU
HAS the POTENTIAL to ACHIEVE
YOUR VERSION of Greatness
I never even believed this VERSION of Greatness could exist. This whole thing. that I instantly became and believed it began while the physical process of being Re-Baptized and then never imagined the next could occur or even connected me being re-baptized as an adult with really anything about being baptized as a baby and never thought that or thought about that and were just 2 complete different things so it never occurred to me that would be related but when water was poured over the top of my head all I know is I became a golden child and I can’t describe it more than that. I instantly was a brand new person. It was instant. The only way I can describe the happiness and how beautiful I felt was the same as I felt while I was pregnant. Being pregnant and a new Mother was when I believed I achieved my VERSION of greatness. I didn’t know there could be bigger Version of Greatness. Being able to bring Madison with in how I did to be there is everything.
What happened later the night …FINISH…….
……………………………………….
The ONLY QUESTION is:
Are YOU READY
to LET GO of
WHAT you THINK
YOU are SUPPOSED to BE
and
BECOME SOMEONE
You NEVER Imagined?
List of Universal Needs.
PHYSICAL
WELL-BEING
air
food
water
shelter
protection (emotional)
safety (protection)
movement/exercise
rest/sleep
sexual expression
touch
health
comfort
warmth
HONESTY
authenticity
congruence
integrity
genuineness
realness
to be seen
to be heard
presence
AUTHENTICITY
honesty
integrity
transparency
openness
self-expression
AUTONOMY
choice
dignity
freedom
independence
self-expression
space
spontaneity
time
POWER
self-esteem
confidence
dignity
inner power
empowerment
competence
effectiveness
HARMONY
peace
tranquility
relaxation
beauty
order
ease
predictability
familiarity
stability
balance
completion
wholeness
PEACE
acceptance
balance
beauty
communion
ease
equanimity
faith
harmony
hope
inspiration
order
space
PLAY
adventure
excitement
fun
humor
joy
relaxation
stimulation
LOVE and
ATTENTION
love
compassion
care
attention
acceptance
appreciation
affection
trust
involvement
respect
care
support
nearness
intimacy
tenderness
softness
sensitivity
friendliness
PLEASURE
to celebrate
to mourn
flow
humor
laughter
vitality
challenge
stimulation
LIVELINESS
to discover
passion
spontaneity
play
CONNECTION
acceptance
affection
appreciation
authenticity
belonging
closeness
communication
communion
companionship
compassion
consideration
consistency
cooperation
empathy
friendship
kindness
inclusion
integrity
intimacy
love
mutuality
nurturing
partnership
presence
reassurance
respect
self-respect
security
self-acceptance
self-connection
shared reality
shared values
stability
support
trust
understanding
warmth
collaboration
reciprocity
company
durability
continuity
to give
to receive
to know
MEANING
awareness
celebration
challenge
clarity
competence
consciousness
contribution
creativity
discovery
efficiency
effectiveness
growth
hope
integration
integrity
learning
mourning
movement
participation
presence
progress
purpose
self-expression
stimulation
to matter
understanding
to learn
to contribute
inspiration
liberation
transformation
to be present
simplicity
Feelings when my needs are not fulfilled.
PHYSICAL
FEELINGS
pain
limp
empty
small
smothered
short of breath
tense
wretched
sick
tightness in body
lump in body
heaviness
nauseous
speechless
depressed
WORRIED
tense
nervous
anxious
panicked
helplessness
concerned
urgency
frightened
scared
DESPERATE
helpless
hopeless
powerless
uncertain
lost
longing for
urgency
unheard
invisible
ENVIOUS
jealous
longing for
REGRET
guilty
repentance
devasted
sadness
unforgiving
self-hatred
SAD
depressed
dejected
despairing
despondent
disappointed
desirous
discouraged
disheartened
dispirited
down
forlorn
gloomy
heavy-hearted
hopeless
melancholy
nostalgic
unhappy
wretched
grieving
loss
speechless
rejected
forgotten
ignored
unappreciated
refused
abandoned
CONFUSED
ambivalent
baffled
bewildered
dazed
lost
mystified
perplexed
puzzled
torn
YEARNING
envious
jealous
nostalgic
pining
wistful
UNCOMFORT-
ABLE
troubled
nervous
restless
uncertain
insecure
PAIN
agony
anguished
bereaved
devastated
grief
heartbroken
hurting
lonely
miserable
regretful
remorseful
wretched
mourning
loss
destroyed
rejected
hopeless
panicked
urgency
SCARED
afraid
anxious
apprehensive
dread
fearful
foreboding
frightened
mistrustful
panicked
petrified
paralyzed
startled
suspicious
terrified
wary
worried
terrorized
horrified
speechless
vulnerable
SKEPTICAL
torn
lost
bewildered
perplexed
confused
untrusting
unsure
exhausted
unsettled
mortified
DISCONNECTED
alienated
apathetic
bored
cold
detached
distant
indifferent
numb
removed
withdrawn
ignored
forgotten
disrespected
alone
refused
rejected
unloved
silenced
unworthy
sadness
hopelessness
frightened
devasted
excluded
invaluable
dismissed
heart-broken
WITHDRAWN
bored
detached
isolated
alienated
apathetic
cold
numb
impatient
unloved
silenced
unworthy
sadness
hopelessness
frightened
FATIGUE
beat
burnt out
depleted
exhausted
lethargic
listless
sleepy
tired
weary
wiped out
worn out
ANGER
angry
enraged
furious
incensed
irate
livid
outraged
resentful
disrespected
RAGED
angry
mad
upset
furious
resentful
threatened
violated
scared
SHOCKED
startled
upset
surprised
disturbed
alert
panic
overwhelmed
frightened
unsettled
traumatized
TIRED
defeated
burnt-out
exhausted
sleepy
weary
depressed
HATE
hostile
aversion
bitter
loathing
contempt
unforgivable
unjustified
extreme
VULNERABLE
fragile
guarded
helpless
insecure
leery
reserved
shaky
uncertain
sensitive
exposed
EMBARRASSED
ashamed
chagrined
flustered
mortified
self-conscious
ASHAMED
guilty
embarrassed
lost
DISQUIET
agitated
alarmed
concerned
discombobulated
disconcerted
disturbed
perturbed
rattled
restless
shocked
startled
surprised
troubled
turbulent
turmoil
uncomfortable
uneasy
unnerved
unsettled
upset
TENSE
anxious
cranky
distressed
distraught
edgy
fidgety
frazzled
irritable
jittery
nervous
overwhelmed
restless
stressed out
FRUSTRATED
irritable
irritated
annoyed
impatient
embittered
ANNOYED
aggravated
bothered
dismayed
disgruntled
displeased
exasperated
frustrated
impatient
irritated
irked
nettled
AVERSION
animosity
appalled
contempt
disgusted
dislike
hate
horrified
hostile
repulsion
Feelings when my needs are fulfilled.
PHYSICAL
FEELINGS
relaxed
comfortable
energetic
centered
balanced
big
soft
strong
lively
in flow
full
free
CURIOUS
fascinated
interested
engaged
involved
inspired
wondering
compelled
learn
insight
knowledge
CONFIDENT
resolute
confidence
powerful
open
proud
safe
experienced
self-known
unspoken
self-worth
private
LOVING
tender
warm
openhearted
compassionate
friendly
sympathetic
touched
CHEERFUL
refreshed
restored
recharged
awake
alert
happy
amused
joyous
delightful
ecstatic
THANKFUL
grateful
moved
touched
AMAZED
surprised
flabbergasted
SATISFIED
fulfilled
satisfied
content
Hear/
to be heard
acknowledged
AFFECTIONATE
compassionate friendly
fond
loving
openhearted
tender
warm
REFRESHED
enlivened
recharged
rejuvenated
renewed
rested
restored
revived
EXHILARATED
blissful
ecstatic
elated
enthralled
exuberant
radiant
rapturous
thrilled
electrified
euphoric
overjoyed
HOPEFUL
expectant
excited
encouraged
optimistic
heartened
desirous
out-look
movement
hear/
to be heard
see/
to be seen
ENTHUSIASTIC
excited
adventurous
playful
lively
eager
passionate
thrilled
radiant
WELL-RESTED
refreshed
restored
recharged
awake
alert
EXCITED
amazed
animated
ardent
aroused
dazzled
eager
energetic
enthusiastic
giddy
invigorated
lively
passionate
psyched
surprised
vibrant
PEACEFUL
calm
comfortable
centered
content
equanimity
fulfilled
mellow
quiet
relaxed
relieved
satisfied
serene
still
tranquil
quiet
bright
zen
at ease
carefree
unconcerned
INSPIRED
amazed
awed
enthused
moved
stirred
wonder
ENGAGED
absorbed
curious
engrossed
enchanted
entranced
fascinated
interested
intrigued
involved
spellbound
stimulated
GRATEFUL
appreciative
moved
thankful
touched
JOYFUL
amused
delighted
glad
happy
jolly
jubilant
pleased
tickled
overjoyed
SELF-CONNECTED
centered
open
relaxed
Her Artist Statement.
2023.4.3 Madison’s Final Poems
Artist Statement
As an artist, I value creativity and the freedom to express myself in whatever way I see fit. I find inspiration in the world around me, especially in the people and experiences that have shaped my life and my perspective. I value the power of poetry to connect people and to bring them together in a shared experience that is specific to every person. I believe that art has the power to inspire, and to transform the world around me. As a poet, I feel my role is to capture the beauty, the horror, the exhaustion, and complexity of life in a way that will resonate with others. I seek to illuminate the human experience in all its light and shadow, to explore the depths of the human heart and soul. And in doing so, I hope to inspire others to see the world in a new light, to feel more deeply, and to connect more fully with the world around them.
My process of creating these poems was to first jot down all of my thoughts that I had during the days. I then listened to music and wrote down things that resonated with me, ideas, concepts, and words that I associated with those songs. After that I just started messing around with some ideas, usually writing the premise of the poem first, then diving deeper. I tend to write the first thing that comes to my head and then slowly edit it from there.The poems that I wrote all have different premises that I wanted to be able to coexist and share a space. I wanted to make a bunch of contrasting pieces that alternated between light feelings and tones to dark ones. I wanted to show the “ying-yang” of life— the good and the bad. I wanted the contrast to be uncomfortable and uneasy.
Many things influenced my work. For my darker works, I mostly draw from personal experiences and my perspective on the world. For the lighter poems I tried to look at the world in a perspective that I used to have. One of a child who only sees the good. I wanted to have opposites attract for this manuscript. I definitely draw a lot of inspiration from nature and also the idea of childhood and fairy tales. I am very proud of my work. I only hope people feel the emotion and depth in what I was trying to portray. I hope that people will take away from my poems the complexity of life. I want people to see and to feel the exhaustion that comes from being able to see so many perspectives of the world.
FINISH THIS
On the first glance, everything about your Artist Statement is amazing, of course very descriptive and greatly detailed, inspiring, nice flow and balance and also very meaningful, deep and it shows you experienced a lot of life to write an artist statement like this and are very proud of your work as you should be.
Looking closer at your words and knowing everything you've gone through all these years, I see more.
Artist Statement
As an artist, I value creativity and the freedom to express myself in whatever way I see fit. (I know art and creativity has always been the way you (and I) have used to communicate our feelings which is healthy but I also know the freedom to express yourself has also been contained and limited and at times controlled by others to keep from being expressed. These were until the last time we saw each other after age 9-1/2. The most favorite story you ever had always wanting me to tell you it again how you..FINISH
I find inspiration in the world around me, especially in the people and experiences that have shaped my life and my perspective.
I value the power of poetry to connect people and to bring them together in a shared experience that is specific to every person.
I believe that art has the power to inspire, and to transform the world around me.
As a poet, I feel my role is to capture the beauty, the horror, the exhaustion, and complexity of life in a way that will resonate with others. (
I seek to illuminate the human experience in all its light and shadow, to explore the depths of the human heart and soul.
And in doing so, I hope to inspire others to see the world in a new light, to feel more deeply, and to connect more fully with the world around them.
My process of creating these poems was to first jot down all of the thoughts that I had during the days. I then listened to music and wrote down things that resonated with me, ideas, concepts, and words that I associated with those songs. After that I just started messing around with some ideas, usually writing the premise of the poem first, then diving deeper. I tend to write the first thing that comes to my head and then slowly edit it from there.
The poems that I wrote all have different premises that I wanted to be able to coexist and share a space. I wanted to make a bunch of contrasting pieces that alternated between light feelings and tones to dark ones. I wanted to show the “ying-yang” of life— the good and the bad. I wanted the contrast to be uncomfortable and uneasy.
Many things influenced my work. For my darker works, I mostly draw from personal experiences and my perspective on the world.
For the lighter poems I tried to look at the world in a perspective that I used to have. One of a child who only sees the good.
I wanted to have opposites attract for this manuscript.
I definitely draw a lot of inspiration from nature and also the idea of childhood and fairy tales.
I am very proud of my work. I only hope people feel the emotion and depth in what I was trying to portray.
I hope that people will take away from my poems the complexity of life.
I want people to see and to feel the exhaustion that comes from being able to see so many perspectives of the world.
ALL OF MADISON'S POEMS
helpless
how vicious this unkindness is
how cruelly vicious
as you're mourning the day after
whilst i am contending with a past replayed
battling memories of earlier nightmares
i wasn't made for this god awful madness
i wasn't made for this intense melancholy
why did i wake up screaming?
is there nothing more we can do,
to make it stop?
this rough draft of
an indecent aggression
carrying on in this way
could it really be?
i guess it's a sad affair
heartache has put everyone on notice
going from here to there
with no one real around anywhere
an unmeasured mediocrity
with broken parts
an unendurable craziness
by all accounts
it's in no one's hands
helpless
how vicious this unkindness is
how cruelly vicious
as you're mourning the day after
whilst i am contending with a past replayed
battling memories of earlier nightmares
Maddie, that is not one thing tin in everything that you forced to dd that that everything that done to intentionally keep from you entire and never allowed to talk about anything that the second you said one night that you wanted to comedown
i wasn't made for this god awful madness
i wasn't made for this intense melancholy
why did i wake up screaming?
is there nothing more we can do,
to make it stop?
this rough draft of
an indecent aggression
carrying on in this way
could it really be?
i guess it's a sad affair
heartache has put everyone on notice
going from here to there
with no one real around anywhere
While at firswt everybody in the world was doing every beyond imaginable to stop this from happening that THIS WAS VERY SPECIFIC THAT HE TH
an unmeasured mediocrity
with broken parts
an unendurable craziness
by all accounts
it's in no one's hands
time
i’ve seen rundown gods
left with the details of ash
i’ve seen strident freaks
banging against heaven
keeping vigil
yet turning the other cheek
so yes,
perhaps i’m searching for what to say
and i am filling up the time that is left
with fear of what's not there
it's of no use
this is what is
it's only that it's gonna hurt
and i don’t mind the pain
but
don’t worry
i’m not scared
i can’t wait to see
rundown gods
left with the details of ash
trident freaks
banging against heaven
keeping vigil
yet turning the other cheek
time
i’ve seen rundown gods
left with the details of ash
Maddie, I understand this so very exitentily and will explain this because where I had my very own strongly spiritual connection with God wasnaboultly nothing of the undeless u=yearsthat I refused to raise you as a catholicath
i’ve seen strident freaks
banging against heaven
keeping vigil
yet turning the other cheek
so yes,
perhaps i’m searching for what to say
and i am filling up the time that is left
with fear of what's not there
it's of no use
this is what is
it's only that it's gonna hurt
and i don’t mind the pain
but
don’t worry
i’m not scared
i can’t wait to see
rundown gods
left with the details of ash
trident freaks
banging against heaven
keeping vigil
yet turning the other cheek
You use lower caps in this entire poem especially when referencing to yourself and god. This is usually done when you don't want it to seem that important or how painful it is and really feels.
time and rundown gods left with details of ash. Maddie, did you lose faith in God because in all that time it seemed like God wasn't there and wasn't doing anything for so long? And all the people who say God things and are supposed to be helping you did nothing either but claim they are God people?
(*ANNOTATED TRANSCRIPT - May 1, 2023 (Nicholas Hupton) - "Another powerful extended metaphor. I can only hope there is no literal truth to this poem? Can we talk about it?")
The Acts
The first act was a struggle,
As I tried to keep up the facade,
The pain inside was too much to handle,
But I kept performing, acting,
Applaud.
I tried to reach out for help,
But my cries were ignored,
So I hid behind my magic,
And kept my sadness stored.
As the second act began,
My desperation grew,
I felt so lost and alone,
And didn't know what to do.
I tried to make sense of it all,
But the darkness closed in,
And as the audience watched me perform,
I knew I couldn't win.
I started to prepare for the end,
And rehearsed it every night,
For the final act was looming,
I knew I had to get it right.
For the final act, I will disappear,
And end my pain and sorrow,
My final trick will be my last,
And I'll be gone by tomorrow.
The crowd watches in silence,
As I step onto the stage,
My heart is heavy with sadness,
As I take center stage.
I take a deep breath, and begin to speak,
And the audience leans in,
But as I say the final words,
I feel my life start to dim.
And with a wave of my hand,
I disappear from sight,
The crowd is stunned and confused,
As I fade into the night.
(*ANNOTATED TRANSCRIPT - May 1, 2023 (Nicholas Hupton) - "Another powerful extended metaphor. I can only hope there is no literal truth to this poem? Can we talk about it?")
Apocalypse
As the crows circle high,
Foretelling the end of time,
The sky of red and black dye,
A bloodstained hue void of design.
The apocalypse is here,
Its wrath unfurled upon the earth,
The end is nigh, we fear,
And we face the oblivion of our worth.
No more do we stand tall,
No more do we rule the land,
We witness the crumble and fall,
As we're consumed by the apocalypse's hand.
Our blood taints the ground,
As we fight in vain,
Against the end that's found,
And the coming of eternal pain.
With each passing moment,
We slip further into the abyss,
Our fate marked with torment,
As we face the end with no bliss.
The crows scream and screech,
As they feast on death and gore,
Their darkness beyond reach,
A dire omen for us to deplore.
In the end, all fades away,
No trace of what we've been,
And in the silence we lay,
Mere relics of a world that's been.
Autopilot
Days blur together in a routine haze
As I wander through life,
lost in a daze
Trying to find my place, searching high and low
But everything feels distant,
like a faded glow,
A bystander to my own existence,
a show.
Living on autopilot,
feeling dissociated
A life that's muted, yet still so complicated.
Lost in the crowd,
like a stranger, underrated
I yearn to break free, to be seen and
heard
To be more than just a bystander,
a blurred image
in a world where identity's slurred
My true self hidden behind a mask
A jumble of identities,
a daunting task
Looking for a way to belong, to fit in
But the more I try,
the more I spin,
Lost in the chaos, searching for kin
I want to be perceived in a certain way
To be understood, to have something to say
But my identity's vague,
like a dream that won't stay.
Succubus
In the woods so dark and deep
Lies a cottage, one must not sleep
For inside dwells a succubus vile
Her presence is felt for miles and miles
Surrounding her home, mushrooms grow
Fantasy creatures in the shadows below
Their eyes gleam with a wicked glee
As they spin dreams of what might be
But these are not harmless figures of fun
For they are servants of the succubus, every one
Luring in unsuspecting prey
To this den of evil, where they'll stay
Once inside, the victim's fate is sealed
For the succubus's touch cannot be healed
She feeds on their very essence
Their will, their soul, their very presence
And so, the cottage stands alone
A place where darkness has made its home
Beware the mushrooms and heed this call
Stay away, or risk losing it all.
Princess Castle
Ballgowns trail and twirlIn the grand halls of a castle,
As you race through the corridors,
Your gown fluttering behind you with the breeze.
The fabric shimmers and whispers
As you tread with the poise of a princess,
Feeling powerful and elegant,
A smile on your lips and a glint in your eye.
The scent of fresh books wafts through the air,
As you make your way through the library's stacks,
The pages alive with knowledge and wonder,
A sanctuary for the curious mind.
With your ballgown enveloping you,
You feel the magic of the castle stir
,A tapestry of history and mystery,
A world of enchantment to explore.
So dance through the halls and rooms,
In your ballgown's flowing waves,
Let the castle's spirit embrace you,
And the thrill of adventure fill your heart.
Mother Rabbit
Mother rabbits eat their young
When they sense danger
Or when they cannot provide
For their litter anymore.
My mother didn't eat me
In the literal sense
But she consumed me
In other ways.
She devoured my dreams
Tore apart my aspirations
And chewed on my self-worth
Until there was nothing left.
She feasted on my potential
Until it was just a memory
And swallowed my confidence
Leaving me empty.
I was once her precious creation
But now I am just a shell,
A hollow carcass of who I could have been
All because she couldn't handle the responsibility.
Like the mother rabbit,
She saw me as a threat
To her own security and comfort
So she devoured me whole.
The wounds still remain
Raw and bleeding, never quite healing
The pain lingers on, a constant reminder
Of what was lost, of what was taken away.
And though I try to move on
To let go of the hurt and the anger,
The memories of her devouring me
Haunt me still, in the darkest hours of the night.
For even though I have rebuilt myself
And forged a new path, a new life,
The scars of her consumption remain
A testament to the sorrow and the loss.
So I mourn the person I could have been
The life that could have been mine,
And I grieve for the mother who devoured me
Leaving nothing but sadness and regret behind.
BELOW are ALL Madison's OTHER poems she wrote but did not want to include them in her final submission of her (believing) most important poems that reflected everything she (NEEDED) wanted to express.
Iyes... more concern... yes, the reaction from me and GET YOUR CALM SHIT TOGETHER EVEN MORE - MADDIE'S MOMMY!!! Me and my own famous knowledge of patterns that silence is a degree louder than spoken...
A Spark Ignites
Uncontrollable urge To touch and feel
To grab
To hold on tight.
A chemical reaction Uncontained.
This heat consumes our every thought. The fire that burns
bright
Drives us
To seek the warmth of skin. A passion
Without distraction.
Earth’s Gifts
Raindrop. Graceful, falling.
Nourishing the earth’s thirst. Refreshing, replenishing,
giving-- Life.
Shipwreck
Life is a shipwreck,
and we are the hapless sailors lost at sea.
Our dreams, once hopeful beacons,
now lead us astray into treacherous waters.
The storms of adversity batter us relentlessly,
tearing our sails and drowning our spirits.
The reefs of challenges puncture our hull,
leaving us adrift and broken.
With each passing day, our will to persevere diminishes,
as we succumb to the weight of despair.
The stars above, once guiding lights,
mock us with their distant, indifferent gaze.
Our journey becomes a futile struggle,
devoid of purpose and meaning.
Peter Pan
In a realm untethered, where dreams take flight
Peter lingers, a symbol of eternal sprite
He, the embodiment of unyielding youth
An analogy, elusive, yet seeking truth
His shadow dances, a silent companion
Reflecting desires, in endless expansion
With innocence's cloak, he wanders afar
Guiding seekers to their innermost star
Stained Fingertips
Stained fingertips,
marked by the artist's touch,
Colors and pigments,
each stroke with such
care and precision,
brought to life on canvas,
Expressing emotions,
their meanings vast.
Each hue a feeling,
each smear a thought,
Mixed with passion,
so intricately wrought,
A work of art,
a piece of the soul,
Stained fingertips,
bearing the toll.
They tell a story,
of journeys embarked,
Of challenges faced,
of triumphs remarked,
The artist's hands,
their tools of creation,
Leaving behind,
stains of inspiration.
Siren’s Song
Amidst the rocks,
the siren sings her song.
A haunting melody that fills the air,
her voice,
a lure that draws the ships along.
Her beauty,
fierce and wild,
can do no wrong.
A temptress in the depths beyond compare,
amidst the rocks,
the siren sings her song.
Her hair,
a tangled web,
where seagulls throng.
Her eyes,
a sea of blue,
beyond compare.
Her voice,
a lure that draws the ships along.
Her song,
a mournful cry,
both sweet and strong.
A melody that sailors cannot bear,
amidst the rocks,
the siren sings her song.
Her heart,
a fathomless abyss,
so long.
A love that cannot be,
nor can repair.
Her voice,
a lure that draws the ships along.
The sailors' fate,
to crash upon the throng,
to meet their end amidst her deadly lair.
Amidst the rocks,
the siren sings her song.
Her voice, a lure that draws the ships along.
Kiss of Nature
Whispering spring breeze,
Cherry blossoms bloom with grace,
Nature's gentle kiss.
Blending of Friendship
In friendship's embrace,
love resides,
A bond so deep,
It gently guides.
From laughter shared,
To tears we mend,
In you, my best friend,
love finds its blend.
Nature’s Beauty
In a meadow, lush and green
Butterflies dance, a vibrant scene
Their wings, a kaleidoscope of hue
Nature's artistry, a dream come true
Bees hum softly, gathering nectar
Flowers blooming, a sweet specter
A symphony of scents fills the air
Nature's fragrance, beyond compare
Clouds drift lazily across the sky
Birds soar high, their wings spread wide
A tranquil world, serene and free
Nature's beauty, a sight to see
As the sun sets, casting golden rays
The moon emerges, the night displays
Stars twinkle, a celestial delight
Nature's wonders, an endless sight
HELPLESS POEM! Artist Statement GOOD/BAD
For the child, it is a helpless descent into being controlled by the alienating parent and to safeguard their own mental health, psychological splitting into alienating parent good and rejected parent bad follows. From there, the enmeshed and distorted negative feedback loop is complete, the alienating parent’s mental health issues are stayed for the time being and ‘peace’ such as it is for the child, reigns.
The problem of course comes when the rejected parent knocks at the door. FAMILY SECRETS!
The problem of course comes when the rejected parent knocks at the door. This is viewed by the alienating parent as a huge and often overwhelming breach of ‘the rules’ these being that no-one but no-one interferes in the world of the alienating parent and anyone who dares to try is seen as the enemy. When the fused and enmeshed dyadic relationship of alienating parent and child is thus disturbed, the child is put out to defend the coalition. It is then when the child will display the eight signs of alienation, often in text book terms and by this stage almost always completely unconsciously.
The fight over whether the issue even exists as a problem for children, has become mired in false claims, personal and professional attacks on anyone who does this work and vicious campaigns designed to obscure the reality of what is happening to children’s relational health in divorce.
COMMENTS on Everyday Trauma GRIEVING - MOTHER RABBITT
Nov. 11, 2019
“Which means that our work is focused where the reality lies and where reality lies, new insights are made possible.
This everyday trauma, this drama of the alienated child is the next child abuse scandal to come to light in the western world.
Suffering little children, who as adults still do, will have their day.”
Only by recognizing and fulfilling the NEED to GRIEVE the life the alienated child deserved and should have had will HEALING the SCARS begin.