Born at Westmead, Sydney 6th June, 1981 to Helen and Les Grayson. I have two half brothers, Andrew and Brendan, sharing our mum. My half brothers also have a half brother, Adam, and sister, Tahnee.
After living in Narrabri for a short time, moved to Morisset so my mum, a psych nurse, could find work easier. We moved into a rental property on the Morisset Hospital grounds, Australian bushland, when I was about 8yrs. I still consider that hospital my home. I grew up surrounded by bushland, kangaroos, and the mentally ill.
During the course of my life, I have had many events shape me as a person. They ranged from being bullied in primary school so badly I refused to go, to having serious problems with my mum and brothers. Without a doubt, the singular most important time was when my dad died from cancer. I was 15 years old, 14 when he was diagnosed. What made this time especially worse was the fact that mum nursed him at home. Although I understand, and love the fact that mum did this, seeing your father, a big gentle giant, get sicker before your eyes was, and still is, a horrifying, moving experience. 5 months from diagnosis to death is not a long time.
Shortly after my fathers death, my life became much more complicated, by this stage it was mum and myself, as Andrew and Brendan are 10 and 7 years older than me respectively. The relationship broke down between mum and myself to the stage where I was kicked out of home. For the first 2 weeks I lived on the streets and school grounds. To this day I still have an occasional nightmare about a street fight I was involved in. I eventually wound up in a youth refuge.
My life started to become better from that point. I meet an incredible person called Simone, and by helping her through some problems, I was able to deal with my own. Also at this stage, my friendship, and love of, Julie Wright began. I think I still hold the record for the largest amount of absences from high school, the bulk of the time spent with Simone or Julie.
These absences did tack their toll though, and caused me to repeat the HSC. This was a great blessing. It was at TAFE where I meet Julie March, who in turn introduced me to Sarah and Julie Paterson.
This somewhat unconventional child to adulthood has had many blessings and pains. I will not lie, I would not wish it upon anyone. The hurt and pain that is caused by so many losses, to many to list, can take its toll. Suicide has left a physical scare. It is undeniably clear to me my friends saved my life. My dad had somehow taught me to find beauty in all, and my friends, those mentioned here and others, radiated that beauty for me.
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To smash your head against bricks and find a beauty in the bruises is to begin to understand my life.
After living in Narrabri for a short time, moved to Morisset so my mum, a psych nurse, could find work easier. We moved into a rental property on the Morisset Hospital grounds, Australian bushland, when I was about 8yrs. I still consider that hospital my home. I grew up surrounded by bushland, kangaroos, and the mentally ill.
During the course of my life, I have had many events shape me as a person. They ranged from being bullied in primary school so badly I refused to go, to having serious problems with my mum and brothers. Without a doubt, the singular most important time was when my dad died from cancer. I was 15 years old, 14 when he was diagnosed. What made this time especially worse was the fact that mum nursed him at home. Although I understand, and love the fact that mum did this, seeing your father, a big gentle giant, get sicker before your eyes was, and still is, a horrifying, moving experience. 5 months from diagnosis to death is not a long time.
Shortly after my fathers death, my life became much more complicated, by this stage it was mum and myself, as Andrew and Brendan are 10 and 7 years older than me respectively. The relationship broke down between mum and myself to the stage where I was kicked out of home. For the first 2 weeks I lived on the streets and school grounds. To this day I still have an occasional nightmare about a street fight I was involved in. I eventually wound up in a youth refuge.
My life started to become better from that point. I meet an incredible person called Simone, and by helping her through some problems, I was able to deal with my own. Also at this stage, my friendship, and love of, Julie Wright began. I think I still hold the record for the largest amount of absences from high school, the bulk of the time spent with Simone or Julie.
These absences did tack their toll though, and caused me to repeat the HSC. This was a great blessing. It was at TAFE where I meet Julie March, who in turn introduced me to Sarah and Julie Paterson.
This somewhat unconventional child to adulthood has had many blessings and pains. I will not lie, I would not wish it upon anyone. The hurt and pain that is caused by so many losses, to many to list, can take its toll. Suicide has left a physical scare. It is undeniably clear to me my friends saved my life. My dad had somehow taught me to find beauty in all, and my friends, those mentioned here and others, radiated that beauty for me.
MOTTO
To smash your head against bricks and find a beauty in the bruises is to begin to understand my life.
- Last seen 5 hours ago. Member since May 18, 2004.
- I'm a lapisLazuli dream poet for 367 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is fluctuating..
- I am a 27 year old man (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student Nurse.
- Visit my homepage at www.geocities.com/jgrayson_au
- I am in the groups Atheists, Controversy 101, Disciples of the Living God, If you are an Aussie Come into the Parlour, In Pursuit of Truth
- I have 367 comments, 2 contests
My Poetry
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Searing flesh
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To bang you head against a brick wall and find a beauty in the bruises is to begin to understand my life.2 lines, 4 comments, August 12
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I remember the girl broken
I remember the pains47 lines, 8 comments, August 11
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Although I've cast my eyesight upon the morning light in times past, never before have I wished in all the depths of my soul to lay in an eternal rest. Last night my face took
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382 lines, 3 comments, May 25, 2004. In <200 lines, Young adult
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Visitor Book
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vampiress on September 1sorry, i dont mean to be mean to you, im not in a good mood, but no one disses tassie. Tassie rules!!!!!! im declareing war on you!!!! bring it! ok. sorry, got a bit carried away. at least we have water that isnt developed from suwerage
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PoeticLove : Hi, J, stopped by to check out your page. on August 13I don't know if you remember me or not, but you and I had a few rounds of religious debates a while back, before I joined AP...I changed my name to poeticlove, but I was Dora7.
Just wanted to say hello, Yessa! love your page and I'm so sorry about your rough childhood.
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PhoenixSer on July 5, 2006Heya darlin
No, haven't forgot about you m'dear 
I've just packed up and moved to England, so things have been a bit hectic.How's things been goin for you lately?
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Anais Elaine on November 3, 2004Hi John
I thought I would call round for coffee lol but seeing as you are more than likely fast asleep I will leave a short message here
Thank you so much for your very kind comment on my page.
Hey I have seen your pic too on your web page
I have also read your author page here, I am so glad that your friends and your fathers strength pulled you through your bad times, and that you are here sharing your writing with us ( I promise to read some later today, I have a horse awaiting me right now lol)
Take care John
Elaine
p.s I have bookmarked your page for later
