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If tears could speak and say just how I feel
when the pain that's caused feels all too real
I'd cry myself a river back to your heart
and glue back together what had fallen apart
if tears could paint a picture of words unsaid
you'd understand with every tear that is shed
if tears could show the hurt inside
I'd never have to run away to hide
I'd be able to give you my every emotion
even when I feel lost in it's ocean
if tears could draw a road away from sorrow
I'd have a reason to look for tomorrow
if tears could right a story from the heart
you would play every major part
if tears can mend my broken soul
I would never lose control
if tears could breath life back into the dead
"alive and well" will be writtin in stone instead
I wont let go
if your broken let me build back what you lost
I'll take my time no matter the cost
you're smile is worth every second taken
even when your heart is breakin
I want to be there to hold you up high
and show the world you can fly
a single moment that's all it took
then they closed your book
but I see there's more to read
a leason to heed
so when eveyone is pushing you aside
I'll be there to prove what they denied
you're worth it all in the end
because you are my friend
I'll give you a reason to continue on
I'll be there when everyone else have gone
I know it hurts so much right now
you'll get through this and I'll show you how
just give me a chance to help you through
in the end I can make you strong and new
Onto a paper it shall be told
in the form of a story written by tears
crystalized by sadness, pain and despair
words become written by an unclear mind
with a fogged perseption gifted with agony
sickness overwelms the healthy killing the living inside
take a breath read some more
the story hasn't ended just yet
you see this soul lost his way
now swallowed by the abyss now becoming as one
no one will remember the sad broken soul
untill they have read his heartfelt words
written on his face by those crystalized tears
they shred his cheeks as they fall from his eyes
with the pain he gains his blood follows
oh how he wished for a better day
each day came more rain
more pain more blood to spill
his prayers where never heard
his heart was never mended
no one cared for this sad broken soul
he stumbled through life like a ghost on a run
the grim reaper shall soon come along
to reap and steal his soul
his end falls quickly unto him
come the morning he would breathe no more
no one would remember
"you say to much" you told me once before
you said you didn't want to hear me anymore
my voice broke the silence in the air
how annoying it was, I wasn't aware
none the less I went to sleep
then into my room you creep
at my bedside you whisper my name
"after this you'll never be the same"
placing your hand over my mouth
after that everything went south
I woke up with fear in my eyes
holding back those desperate cries
you tied me down and pulled out a knife
this is it I'm going to lose my life
you pulled out a suture and thread
I stared at you with sudden dread
my heart beat quickened as you prepared
my breath sped up showing I was scared
you held my head down
and gave an angered frown
your laughter pierces the silence
oh how you love this violence
you press the suture to my lips
peircing my skin, the blood drips
the pain began to burn my face
as the blood drained like it's a race
again the suture pierced my skin
I know now this fight I can't win
bit by bit my mouth zips closed
A little bit stronger
Simple emotions fall far from my face
I look in the mirror and feel the disgrace
what was once before has died inside
the fears I desperatly tried to hide
the pain I've gained over the years
the hurt, the blood, the many tears
I'm done hoping it'll soon go my way
I'm done waking up to face the day
trying to go on with a broken heart
I'm done with trying not to fall apart
I'm through with trying to not be afraid
Living on the edge of a blade
this life became way too tough
the years added on, I felt I had enough
no matter how much I cry
the longer I live the more I want to die
I fall to my knees and break apart
the pain in my chest begins to spread
leaving me hollow, cold and dead
why continue when life is so cold
a blank book with stories untold
my book left wordless and with no mark
in the darkness I have left a dim spark
"don't throw away something that's still alive
after all I've faced I have survived"
I've fell apart, healed then broke again
but this is now and that was then
Where Survival Resides
One taste of blood, that's all it took
for you to end your read and close my book
I didn't mean to cause you harm
I'm sorry for bitting you in the arm
you scared me and caused me to bite
I never wanted to start a fight
you lost your trust in me
now you wont set me free
I have to pay for what I did
the pain simply couldn't be hid
I suppose that's why I'm locked in a cage
for you to release your sickened rage
I cower under the pain you give me
my death you can guarantee
to humans we are savages out of control
but we only fight for what you stole
our homes and families you've brutally killed
unlike you we can't rebuild
it's easy to say the problem is the wolf you see
cause we can't tell you "no it wasn't me"
place yourself in our stride
let our hearts be your guide
maybe then you will see
maybe then you wont disagree
we never intended to hurt you
how we are is what you view
so far from the truth that your heart believes
a lie to place blame, your heart concieves
if you stand where we h
I've done this once before
the pain I cause I could take no more
sitting there watching myself cry
in my mind I just wished I'd die
tired of facing the world with no shield
left weaponless out in the battle field
struck down by the bigger man
left out in the frying pan
the more I struggle the more I burn
life is not a gift it's something you earn
they said "being born is one thing,
blood and rain is what life will bring
the longer you live the more it hurts
pain comes in, so diverse"
I begin to feel like giving in
the chances of winning are way too thin
I was never even happy in the beginning
life is everything but forgiving
I've learned that over the years
from those many cries, the many tears
I hide my pain so damn well
even you think I'm doing swell
but behind the act I play so well
lies the pain and the ungodly hell
in a decorated box I hide my pain away
even now I hide my dismay
no one knows the true lethality behind the illusion
hiding away is and was my solution
but it's truly o
Let it drift from the heart onto the page
releasing it's horrid grip on the pain
longing for the reasons unclear to my mind
this feeling races through the vains in our hearts
the heart finds what words or tears can't express
at long last a truth be told
without a heart there is no expression
to those emotions that eat you alive
tears can speak a thousand words
but our hearts can speak a thousand more
after taking a beatin and breaking in two
a tear can't glue you back together
words can't mend your broken heart
we find the only glue is what flows through
so onto a page we read it's sorrows
and slowly mend, slowly heal
the scars are left painted on the heart
the past is clear to all who see
these scars that have been made
till it's end a heart will speak
with the feelings we just can't hide
Love, happiness grace and empathy
so take you pen and speak through your heart
a true surprise that's what you'll find
when you open your mind to your heart
A special day it is indeed
I hope you will smile as you read
this poem I made just for you
and make you smile a little too
a special day this much is true
for someone I really look up to
I missed you for so long
after my hardships have come and gone
you've made an impact that'll never go away
never break, never fade or fray
to God whom I prayed
when in bed I laid
I'd never lose what means most to me
I hope you understand, I hope you see
through the hardships we've had
I'm happy, I'm truly glad
that through it all I still have you
someone there to help me through
I wanted to be here
to prove I'd never disappear
on your special day
a little older
a little bolder
on this day I wanted to say
A must read poem
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor -
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
I am closer.
What others dont.
They dont see,
But it is clear.
The path to take,
Oh it is finally here.
to get there faster.
I am nearly there,
Why cant I finish?
Why does it stop me.
My blood runs wild,
Come on, do it!
I do it.
I leave behind
The pain and guilt.
I can run,
If tears could write a story
If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final breath.
If tears could show emotion, then many will flow on.
The feeling of close love, a feeling that’s never wrong.
You were the best friend that ever has been to me.
Now you’re not here, your soul is finally free.
Pain rips through me just as does a flood.
My soul is missing a piece and icy is my blood.
If only were here to sing with m
When Everything Goes WrongI do not fear death
It is life that I fear
The tragedies that it holds
Losing ones I hold dear
I can't play the part
I can't pretend to be strong
I'm just a scared little girl
When everything goes wrong
My voice can't be heard
I don't speak up
To sing of my pain
One day I'll erupt
I can't stay on cue
I can't keep up the song
I'm just a note out of tune
When everything goes wrong
With tears barely contained
And a fake smile on my face
I trip out the unwanted door
And continue life's un-winnable race
I can't keep the pace
I can't run for that long
I'm just out of shape
When everything goes wrong
My time has come
No more silent pleas
Strike the bells of solitude
Let ashes drift in flowing breeze
I can't hurt them anymore
I can't continue to go on
I'm just about to break
When everything goes wrong
The Girls SuicideI didn’t find her, she found us…
There was a note left beside her body:
The blade cuts along my throat,
I drop dead to the floor.
Images mix with blood in a pool.
I am alive no more………
So often a question - why?
Well my tears answer when I cry.
Silently, I sob, no one hears it.
Death stalks near, silently leers.
One chance to be happy - gone.
Light snuffed out - it once shon.
Don’t listen to me, I am not right.
I huddle in a corner - clinging tight.
I question - does anyone actually understand.
This feeling - putrid and not bland.
I long to fly, to be free.
But this is impossible - or should be.
I used to be strong, where did it go?
Bitterness and sadness from me flow.
I cannot defeat this time no…. Never again.
I will go myself, end my own pain.
Images appear in her blood, the reason to her pain, the reason to her death.
They paint a million more stories than what she wishes
The Wolf's message
The ghostly howl so far away that penetrates the night.
Singing softly to the moon; his voice is taking flight.
He sings the words in perfection; no note out of tune.
Better listen to his message for he will finish soon
I know I am not perfect, none of us are of course.
But that is no excuse though to show so little remorse.
We are dying day by day both kinds of you and me.
So why can’t we work together and eternally be free?
Why can’t you see the effects, of your actions done to me?
I watch my homeland disappear, why won’t you leave it be?
Surely this is not much to ask, easy to follow on.
It is hard not to kill you but to continue my pleading song.
We are all joined somehow, you like the power though.
And due to your arrogance, our lives you over throw.
I’ve begged you too many times, to forget or leave me alone
Begging is useless I know. Your hearts are made of stone.
Well I will leave you one message, one for you to heed.
We are the beauty of nature and your
A Letter To My SoldierA woman sat down at her desk, pen in her hand.
The piece of paper clean; so clean and very bland.
She looks out of the window; where is he now?
With tears in her eyes, ink to paper does plough.
I do not know where you are, or if this will reach you.
I want you to come home, want you to make it through.
Our future is separated, just because of war.
To think about your death…… it is hard, oh I swore.
I can't imagine your pain, that war has taken you to.
I can't imagine you laying, dying… alone to make it through.
I want you to be happy, and serving your country is one.
But please do come home, come home for our future son.
It is cold at night in bed, your pillow smells of you.
The nights, a smothering black and the day, a penetrating blue.
I hope you think of me, as often as I think of you.
The words of love I whispered, ones that were very true.
Your laughter is often missed, so deep and so pure.
It was my weak
Hear the wolf's howl?
Do you hear that whimpered howl, not so far away?
A slight waver in its voice; it pierces the nightless day.
The wonder in its voice, but what does it mean?
Either a clear message; or perhaps not to be seen.
Hear that soft howl that calls upon the moon?
Seeking its perfection always and ending the heated noon.
Asking for successful hunt, to be a lighted guide?
A gentle tone that sings, and forgets the world outside.
Hear the angry howl that rips through the night air?
Causing the world unease for this perfection does take flare.
A howl so deep and bitter, one not so often used.
It attacks the emotions inside, leaving a heart-felt bruise.
Hear that thankful song that is sung so very much?
A lullaby to ease and peaceful song as such.
Notes so pure and clear; never out of tune.
The wolf raises head and sings it to the moon.
Hear the sorrowed voice that penetrates the good?
Leaving utter sadness and weight as heavy as wood.
A feeling so contagious; it affects all that hear.
The slight hint
The tiger paces the cage, that holds it captive to the human hands.
It was taken and beaten viciously, it was innocent against them.
Being young and brought into evil, it scarred quickly.
It wanted to break free, but could never fight back.
The strength it held, it did not know.
The height of sorrow it bore dragged behind.
Pacing……pacing is all it could do.
To escape this prison and just live free….
The roars of the roman crowd annoyed it.
Just the people who want to see it beaten to death.
A long sigh escaped with a heavy heart.
People walked all along the floor….waiting..
A large ring stood in the middle.
A ring to the escaping of his dreams
The great door to his prison was opened.
He leapt forward….the first step.
The people stood, waiting for the tiger to attack.
Of course he wouldn’t, he didn’t have a need to.
He only wanted peace and freedom
But he was kept prisoner of sadness and abuse.
They kicked him, poking him with spears.
The one who takes the fall
I believed their words not long ago
the way they said I had my own glow
I believed the worthless lie
now foremed into a rope to hang me high
I walked into a trap just for me
with no way to set me free
they've kicked the stool from under me
the end of me now for all to see
now they've watched me fall
thinking they know it all
hanging as my life flutters from me
it's then that they finally see
I tried my best and lost it all
instead if flying I hit the brick wall
so in the end I'll take what I've lost
continue on whatever the cost
this rope can no longer hold me
it'll break and set me free
I'll grow my wings and take to the sky
my any odds I can defy
I'll make my road ahead
with every word that they've said
so in the end when I pass them all
it wont be me who takes the fall
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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