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"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
In this darkness
they say "Don't leave please stay"
it's nice to be in the dark wouldn't you say?
no worries about the pain
no worries about the rain
not a single brittle smile
not a single shred of denile
the pain will fall away
it'll be easy to stay
in the darkness I shall be
in the darkness I shall not see
the worries shall fall
with no memories to recall
I've lost my sanity in all this agony
deranged now lost in my insanity
I'm built up upon my rage
you've locked me in this cage
darkness becomes my best friend
it'll welcome me to my bitter end
in the darkness where no one will go
in this darkness I'll let the blood flow
death will creep in and take my soul
My deepest pain I couldn't control
I can feel it holding onto me
I can feel it trying to set me free
I shall close my eyes
and fall into my demise
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
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
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
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
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
Never good enough
I'm just that little boy you called 'it'
without a name, without a spirit
you hurt me, broke me and threw me away
you'd beat me till I would obey
what fun it was for you
to sit and watch what you put me through
you'd laugh when you made me bleed
as if your anger it was to feed
what did I do so bad
that made you so mad
how can a child so small and weak
bring the need for pain the you seak
you're constant hatered for someone so young
you've taught me to hold my tongue
promising me I'd be burned alive
before the cops even arrive
"say a single word out of line
I'll break your little spine"
"here choke on this"
I sit and reminisce
all the chemicals you made be drink
the time you tried drowning me in the kitchen sink
is it really that hard to love me
instead of trying to hang me in a tree
I don't have a name just 'it'
guess I don't need one if all I do is get hit
I needed your love
I don't want to rise above
I'm not ready to quit
even when, my throat you want to slit
I'm sorry daddy for n
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
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
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.
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
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,
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 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
The GravediggerI've been digging holes,
But I can't fill them up.
I've been creating scars
That will never heal enough.
I've been living a war
I can feel the tears
As bullets find there mark
In my friends' heads.
I'm a grave digger,
But I can't bury my past;
So it sits and rots
In the graveyard of my mind.
Dreams are filled with trenches
Full of mud and corpses;
As I run through this maze
I feel the bony fingers
Try to take me away.
They his at my "fortune",
Cursing me for living.
They blame me for their deaths,
For leaving them behind.
Living is the real curse though.
To live each day
Relieving that retched nightmare;
And my only escape from this hell
Is to dig my own grave.
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
A Suicidal Nightmare
The stallion watched as the girl slowly opened the door.
What was she doing? Her feet moved silently along the floor.
She walked up to it and patted its face in the dead of the night.
She hid the deadly weapon that would take her tonight.
Burying her head in the creatures mane, she sobbed hard.
The rip through her soul cut like a glass shard.
She couldn’t take life anymore, why was she even alive?
That wasn’t the question - how was she meant to survive?
Sobbing was useless she knew but she had to.
The pain built up and it all flooded through.
Her tears traced down the neck of that great horse.
Leaving dark patches that showed the ending course.
Stroking the stallions scarred face, she knew he knew pain.
She knew he understood her, he didn’t want to go through it again.
His body riddled with memories, as is hers now.
Those vicious things that are so very foul.
Looking into the stallions eyes, she whispered with a soft voice.
"You know how I feel - you understand my cho
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
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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