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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.

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