This Pain April Green Behind closed doors this happens to me You donít know, you canít see This life was not meant for me I donít know why I do this But I have to cut; I have to bleed This pain, it sets me free
This pain is all I know, all I feel This pain is the release from my hell But you will never see this pain I keep inside of me You will never know the reasons why There is no hope for me in this life This pain is all I know, all I feel This pain is the release from my hell
There is nothing more that you can do With this I have to go through I just want you to know that I love you Iím sorry that I ever hurt you This pain is all I know, all I feel This pain is the release from my hell So this is it, this is my goodbye I beg you, for me please do not cry This is what I chose to do Just remember that I love you -0-
ADDICTED by Amy Neal
Running my hands through my hair I hear voices everywhere One more hit, and I'll be through One more hit, or maybe two With shaky hands I strike a match Who would have known there would be a catch These sullen eyes and sunken cheeks tell the world I've been high for weeks Feel no pity for the life I've wasted It's my own fault that I'm addicted
A cry for help Kimberely Sweeney
I need an escape, An escape from pain.
Over my temple, it over throws me, from all angles it seeps through.
I'm crying out to be heard, my words come out like smoke.
You want to see me, then take a good look at me, I'm dying with pain, want to break free, want happiness, want peace within me.
I need an escape, An escape from these, these unfortunate things that devastate me.
I was born to be the head and not the tail born to multiply bread and never fail.
cos i can do all things through him who strengthens me
Passionate Introductions are not a mandatory scripture to an angel like element of the verbal skies
Seldom do you ever marinate in the element of truth, though you claim to be rightous ,absorbed with knowledge ,and glazed with wizdom ,topped with understanding
levitation is like fire and brimstone, riding on the devils backbone, breathing razor sharp words from liers, unfaithful characters, Murderers, and hitmen
Intruding on lifes master plan, you were born as a major mistake, catagorized as a being with no purpose, and similar to a reptilian, and a snake to some
I agree with the massives on nothing ,except what can be seen or heard, scar tissue is living proof of battles and slices of power being withdrawn from my attributes of existence
My aura shines on those that do not procrastinate or make excuses for their poweless personality and cultureless life stlye
I am culture, I am Power, I am Wizdom , I am That sistah that will make you see the meaning of a found women in a lost world ,full of discrace and envy
I am not from earth, Im from planet womb, I went to school in an element of a cypher where we continuousely builded on our surroundings, Schools with regular teachers did not teach me a thing that I have used yet in my life
I am a Women , a Mother and everything my soul expresses, to whom I choose.
Soooo When you think you Know, you really have NO IDEA....
Can you Imagine a place where you cannot hear a single breath? where you cant smell a scent? where you cant see a soul?
What about a place, Where the temperature drops You hear the dripping of water You smell the scent of death And are in total darkness.
Would you like to go to that place? Where your soul is locked trapped? where you are in constant fear? Where you feel so cold?
Just open your eyes...... ......You are there.
Ocean View Muna Virsida
Heart quickens with each step Brushing by doorways Wide eyed and sound asleep Drowning out the birth of madness Of ecstasy Of endless conviction Drumming inside Urging me on Pushing farther into me Breaking my barriers Crying in pain I succumb to their will Never ending spiral Tears and twists Throws me under its tracks Rips and shreds and eats away hungrily Its teeth at my flesh is the only peace Ambivalence my true love A treasure trove of remorse Always full and pounding Wanting to bleed me Why do I let it stay?
The cool air grasps you and pulls you in closer to share a surprise. The fields lined, and beautiful, untouched, uncontrolled, lost in its wheat and marshmallow colored self. The wind blows, the birds sing little short songs that all mean something. Trillions of things are being stared at, but many hidden, hiding from the creature spying. The sky, putting shame on all that shows, with its different sides. The sun yelled at and hid in the darkness of its own shadows. Unexplored places stay unknown, unquestioned with much to be asked. Half the world sleeping amongst the hidden, hiding forever. All is still, though it is moving. The wind acts like your mind, so curios, so much discovered, which means more is unknown.
Freckles Skye Parker This one marks her insecurity That one marks her promiscuity This one marks her envy That one marks her wrath This one marks her pretension That one marks her gluttony
Another appears for every demeaning word to pass her lips For every sip she takes For every substance she ingests For every woman she villifies For every word to spill from her pompous pen For every time she spreads her legs
Freckles cluster on her repellent face Litter the landscape of her afflicted body
She is hamartia on two legs
Kentucky Lover. She is nice and funny. She has a big beak. Every time she opens her mouth it goes squeak squeak
Pitter-patter of the rain on the Roof a crack of lightning in the sky the noise of birds chirping just of fright out of nowhere it went silent and the sky went darker than dark a more mysterious then night the whisper in the wind said it was the end of light.
the accident Marla DiGiacomo
beneath the light of the waning moon a gathering in celebration of friendship turns dark the instant you crumble to the ground mouths agape eclipsed by fear I rushed to you lying there the stillness of the moment bites of the reality life is forever changed for you and me
february 12, 2007
Poison Touch Ana Karen Encarnacion
I feel your poison touch Your hands are carving my body slowly
Leaving behind scars That reflect on my pain To live in sorrow and anger Leaving me forever insane Turning a sensual beautiful passionate Art of bodies And molding it into an act of crime Leaving me scared and sorry For the person I was To take pity on who I would be All the rage and tears That will fall upon me Time after time Day after day With the memory that haunts me To convince me I'll only be free in a grave Away from the haunting memories of your touch, the blades of your hands Away from my my bitter sweet scars Away from those who won't understand Because they don't know That I can still feel all of you on my body I can still hear my disguised screams And with every memory of your poison touch I build more scars, and contently bleed
Moments hover - like hailed (far and wide) great conquering clouds (cool and ice ash and frost a hint of blue whispering - sighing - lain in bits of color immersed in a mosaic sky)
hanging . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . longing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . hung . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
piles of summer sunset colored leaves sweep through the land, they huddle together, as sorrow hidden behind hazel eyes, or in the silent screaming between each spoken work, beneath a sindless October sky.
The Misanthrope by Daniel Shaffer
Endless thoughts derived from nothing A mind uncertain and derailed A train of thought no longer traveled Apathy will soon prevail
Answers to questions no longer asked Buried deep within caverns of the mind A faint vision once held now embraced by darkness What is it that I'd hoped to find
Beyond imagination lies true reality One we may not see or hear Alone and withdrawn lies the one who dares To look beyond what is safe and near
An endless search for what I seek To give up and to fail is one in the same Fear of a life so placid and meek Accepting defeat in shrouds of shame
Alive though lifeless Asleep but awake No home in this world Full of that which is fake
"faith during pain" John Hoge
Deeper I go to release the pain, yet all I do is done in vain. Wretched I feel deep in my soul, but my heart has but one goal.
Ease the pain, oh God I feel. Please God, I just want to heal. That, that is what I yearn. Oh God, Please Please don't let me burn.
Dilemma Sam Obaloker Sulking in dilemma of incestous minds; Minds populated with investouos pictursque, And dreams beyond the embryonic infinte of time heaven may count on the stars, And earth, the sordid realms in the distance
Like a true chasm of creation, Self destruction is an emblemic purpose; . In an existence yearned into tomorrow yet never touched by the creepy shadow of dilemma itself,
Existence, then, represents the infinite movement within cyclic negation Of Purpose, Of reality, and, Of illusions Over the silent bridge of hands raised in prayer, No gods or devils prevail, Beyond dilemma or infinite subjectivism to notions of the mind; And deep down the convergence zone or zenith of altruististic multiplicity of desirous awe, Longing in fear brandishes the hybrid microchosm of lavish thoughts and affluent dreams, Into a firm grip of exertion and perseverance
So that Purpose, Reality, Or illusions, Are but the unitary flaw of the normal mind,
Yet plagued with dilemma.
My Birthday Was My Dying Day Debra J. Flamish
I died on the day I was born 75, while the snow stormed All the days that passed between Were what my life was meant to see
Some of the years where happy and good Some went on, wondering why they should God gave me many lessons to learn Learned from some, others I turned
I asked for God's Amazing Grace To put me in my resting place The Light of His Love so bright to look Forced my head to bow, He took.....
Me up to be with those I love To sail The heavens with wings of a dove To never fear the darkness again For everyday was spent with friends
No strangers were among us, We were there We were choosen YOu know if you are, or not Inside your heart, there is no doubt -0-
Why do people say a rose represents something, if it always dies, they say that it does represent love but those are all lies.
A rose can be different colors, to represent different things, that's why you have a bouquet of red roses to represent love on your wedding, as you exchange rings.
A white rose represents innocence of someone, well that's not true, they will go sin once the delivery of the rose is done.
A yellow rose represents friendship, and joy, well that's not true because if a boy and a girl have a yellow rose of friendship, that girl will go and kiss that boy.
A pink rose represents appreciation and someone to thank, but that's not true because you will go up to that person and pull a nasty prank.
Don't believe roses and their meanings, they are not always true, especially when they die and dont represent that meaning anymore because they are not fresh and new...
I hate this thing you call life! Taran
I hate people telling me im fat or dumb, or ugly! looking at me in a weird way telling me i have no friends family picking on me and brother and sister who don't care! i hate the world for many reasons but what i hate most is this thing called life!
ALL ALONE By Tatiana Hamilton
She sits alone in the back of the room Away from all the volume She thinks about the friend she lost To get him back she'd pay the cost She's pretty, nice and smart So why are people so tart? He was killed in a car crash It was like he was thrown in the trash She wishes she was with him in heaven Oh, her dear Devon
An invincible feeling Darcy Madigan
Love; a feeling so great One that you can hate But can you touch it? Can you feel the chill of a first kiss? Broken hearts and empty rooms Lost souls and despite
But in the end, itís all worth it to hear that voice
"Who Care's" lyellc
Why do I care? Why do I care? Because you were never there.
The only time I see you. The only time I see you. I think about how I don't want to be you.
I want miss you. I want miss you. No matter what you say and do.
You will always be there. You will always be there. And frankly I don't really care. ...I don't really care.
my mind is gone,my heart is gone ,my soulmate has left me cause i went to far.There's no one to hold on too,no one to love at all,but i guess i was wrong. love takes you places you never been before i thought he was trying to force me to change,but that wasn't it at all.now he gone,so gone.
my world has fell apart it seem's there's no meaning to life without out him ny my side,i wonder to myself should i stay around and fight or should i give up on it all .i'm so gone,so gone.
I hurt him so much i deserve to be left in the dark with no love at all i guess i want to far and now he shows no love at all .i wish he would change his mind and come back and love me once more. but now he's gone,so gone i can't seem to move on i loved him so deeply my mind is completely gone,so gone.
DISSATISFIED Laura Alford
She spat out the words with vengeance
splattering her reflection with her dried up words
bitter twisted and dried up with nothing worthwhile
She spat out the words that caught in the air
disintegrating quietly away
world against me Patricia
i live in a world against me, at times i wish the Lord will snap me away yet though i know its not time
though the wind push me, so hard i can fall, i stand on my tiptoes the waves shakes me so vigoursly but i surf on them
everyday is a challenge but i stand fast,
i ll keep pushing n holding on until its all over
REASONS Destiny LaGarce Reasons to live, Reasons to die, All the reasons, I love by. Again and again, I hear them talking. Saying please let it end. When worse comes to worse, And push comes to shove, Everything Cries, Everything Lives, Everything Dies.
I see her in front of me, Strangely distant but near A smile grows across my face I anticipate holding her, I reach out Then the smile leaves me with a dull realization, She is gone from me. I wake
I can feel her warmth on me, I remember her face, alight and smiling, Her eyes look over me with love and understanding, Her cascading hair, golden like sunset Iím warmed inside by her smile, But she is gone from me, I wake
Awake I feel cold, empty and alone My mistakes have cost me dear I will never know her again Her eyes wonít love me again I am forlorn, like a child lost and overwhelmed My mistakes have cost me all I want to dream again
I tell myself, you must be unfeeling You must not cry, you must be a man She has made me a man; she has made me this man This man feels pain beyond the physical This man has loved infinitely, but this man has lost I feel nothing without her Nothing except cold, empty and alone
My mistakes have lost me all My memories are all I have left I think of her and smile I think of my mistakes and weep Am I really alone? Have really I lost all of value to me?
My mistakes, my mistakes have taken everything
The fountain of love within me has gone, Winter has come to me, cold and ruthless Nothing flows from my heart It is just ice that surrounds it or so I tell myself.
My mistakes, my mistakes
Still Waters Austyn Njoku
What am I supposed to say to you when you draw down pain flushing my brain down through to my toes in this desert of shifting emotions sliding like sandstorms forming dunes soft and brittle like biscuit bones;
what can I say to you across these vast plains of landmines laced with twisted tongues of twerps seeking to seal the sun to banish regeneration of this desert of fragile feelings -
what more can I say to you to build back the bridges blown down the beds of still waters?
When I Die billy thomas
When I die no-one will cry they will laugh and drink beers whilst i'm giving off my tears then I think back to my life remembering when I used the knife do you remember you and me the only time we ever felt free Thinking back to the day I died lookin back to all the hate inside With your help I would have survived but now its to late i've already died
The Winds Of The Seasons Daniel P O'Neil
The winds blows a gentle breeze, The days seem much cooler now, The leaves are falling, with many colors they bring, And on the wind,I hear a faded song you sing. The snows are falling mixed with raindrops by our creek, They hide together the teardrops from my cheek, This is the longest season I know, And on the wind I hear your words"I Love You So". The flowers you planted are sprouting out again, I touched a red rose in your garden, The peddles they fell to the ground, And on the wind I heard you softly say, "I will never be around." The sun shines brighter now, the lake is blue, The ducks with their babies are waddling through, Our names on the wooden table are still there, And the gentle winds blow" Love Lost Is So Hard To Bare."
DEAD DECADES Dambar Raj Paudel
I am set May be I am upset May be I am rude to myself.
I wonder all days long And think what I am floating on. Is it a surface? Or is it a go down.
May be it's down the earth Where I life in the earth No pores for my air to let go And no hanky to clean my eyes.
Even I can't smell And my chemicals just don't let My heart to breathe Even my finger tips arrested And I can't write my name.
May be one day will come And someone will open my coffin And hide their eyes Where my flesh detach from my bone And my bad smell comes to air.
Mother and Daughter
the mother i never had the daughter that you will never know the mother that
was never there the daughter that was always there the mother who did not care
the daughter who tryed to everything to get her to care the mother that never tried
the daughter who never gave up
THE MOTHER THAT JUST GAVE UP!!!!
THE DAUGHTER WHO NEVER WILL!!!!
Perhaps it is the memory of quiet spaces and stardust yet an inability to recall that comfort that haunts each generation when the moon is dark and the stars call as joyfully as snowflakes on a Christmas Eve.
At that moment,
united by heartbeat and single of breath, we diffuse into eternity, snowflakes on the lip of Divinity.
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