I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder who it bores.
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say...
I worry the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
© 2011 ~JSLaM
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I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
“a journey we do not ask to take,
but one that occurs with death”
Gone is your physical embodiment of life,
Remembering memories of our time together,
Inability to comprehend you’re not here,
Exploring my feelings, feeling your soul,
Very difficult journey to a new reality
Is not a problem to be fixed but an experience to live through.
Not forgotten but-
Written by Lee Ramage
September 7, 2011
For Constance LaFrance’s Contest
“Write it Deep and Dramatic, Please”
Won 6th Place
It began as a struggle many years ago
The struggle that only the brave fought for years
It was the dream to them
A dream they wanted to leave for their young
It is today that make the accomplishments of their fight
The fight that thousands sacrifice their lives for
It is today where a free man wanders on earth fearlessly
Today their dream has manifested
As the dawn has come to a nation
A nation that has grown from strength to strength
He walks with his head held up high
Happiness covers his pure innocence
He is a free man of South Africa
Black as coal and strong as the lion
This is the land of all people who lives
And share great history together.
This is the country filled with wonderful people
I love my country
Your belly has grown so big, the glow on your face is priceless, your hair so vibrant, I love the smile on your face when you feel your little one kicking, I love it when you crave weird foods, everything is going well, you are 8 months now, you look like you are going to pop, your feet swell, your in the bathroom more than the toilet bowel is, you can not wait for this to be over, your almost 9 months now you feel a wetness on your chair, it is time, you rush, you prepare, but you never seem to have everything, your at the hospital, your about 3 centimeters dilated, there is still some time to go, your patient, you waited this long, your 7 centimeters, 8, and 9, you hope it is almost time, you feel like you want to push, you push, and push, you hear the baby cry, you believe that things are okay, because that is what you were told, so it is time to say goodbye, you are tired and need some sleep, you hold your baby for some time, you pass him to the nurse, she sings him a lullaby, you fall asleep, your sleep was dreamless, but you are now awaken in a nightmare that will never end, your baby is in a forever sleep, but how could this end, it just all began, you do not know what happen, you heard his cry, you touched him, he opened his eyes, so why is he gone, from this day you will forever be changed, you held your true love tight before the nurse took him away, you blamed yourself, you question your actions, but it was not your fault, this just sometimes happens, you try to move on with your life, but that becomes difficult, you smile but you are frowning inside, you try to make things right, you try to hide your pain, but everyday you live in sorrow, I know that you are not perfect, but you need to look forward to tomorrow, you can not change what happened, you carried a little angel for 9 months long, then God took him so fast, maybe he has special plans for him, in heaven he is having a blast, even though you do not have him with you, I know that he loves you so, because I saw the way he looked at you, this is something that I know, you are the best mom in the world, I am so glad that he atleast got to meet you, it is not easy to carry on like you do, with the positive attitude that you show, I know one thing for sure, your the strongest mom I know.
Resounds in his head.
Until today he
Gave up everything.
And today he
Dug his heals into the
Dirt. He gave it all to give
In. Tomorrow will be worse than what
I think of the years between us and
Little snippets of our journey floods my mind.
Life and all it's roads at times difficult
Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the
Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs-
Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses
Always giving way to that better me, better you
Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart
Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you
Be not afraid of what s to come
Everyone is given only what he or she can bear
Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter
Our fears, - the joy and all these years between us
Underneath it all there lies our blessing and
Redemption in the form of this friendship
For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven"
Remember is the sweetest prayer
In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment
Even as we are wrong, we are in his light
No man can take your soul, so walk
Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow
Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again
Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me
Life is a right, to which everyone should have,
Independently it is the most valuable possession of each living being
Verifying the fact that we only have one chance in this world to make a difference
Even if we see ourselves as a sap that can’t change the mood in our area and that we
Lower our standards to say that even dirt is too good for us
Irrationally stating that we have a miserable life and we need to change it
Forgetting the blessings and the joy that God gave us in our current life
Eventually with remorse he’ll forget all of these things and start over again
To test his strength and will power to continue so that he can
Overcome the odds to achieve a pleasant life
This just states that if we work hard we might have a better chance of being content
However living with this in mind we might think that life is about work.
Everything in this world should be earned by working but what is work compared to
Fun, having fun always makes our work more worthwhile because we now
Use our energy to enjoy ourselves while working and earning things that we desire and
Losing the old gloomy feeling about work and the world
Letting new and much more pleasant things happen to us and letting us
Escape to the happiness that we might have missed when we’re not content in our life
Surprisingly this is the most common problem in the world today so keep this as a
Thought in mind live everything in a way you might be pleased life is precious
Shrine for beloved
Placed ever so gently
Resting for now
In light of shards
Transparent to naked eye
Searching for a flame
In memory of life passages
Now walking in valleys of green
Lift thy prayers
In our Father's name
Guide thy soul
Heal thy pains
Through thy body of Christ our Lord
(Dedicated to Brandi)
You came to my room.
Only I know your
Needs. You give up when you
Lay wake at night.
You have cried in the dark
Wanting my presence
Inside of your mind.
Still I protect you. Please don’t forget
How long ago, I promised my ear.
Kinder spirit is now resting
Angels keep you safeguarded
Remain still my dear friend
Eternity is ones destiny
No pain is allowed in Heaven
Fondest memories of you linger on
Everyone has one or two
Inspiration to fight was yours
Sympathy from my heart pours out
To your family and close friends
Family And Friends
Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul
Memories Was My Topic
Tribute To My Brother Gary
A little baby dying,
A mother crying,
A father hoping,
A broken heart,
A pray sent out,
A dog lost,
A grand father searching
A golden gate,
Sound's all around,
nothing making any since
Trying to block it all out.
Voice's of God is Quiet
does he here me?
I pray for so many people,
but their is to many
I can't get to them all.
Lord I'm not strong,
but through you I know
I can do all things.
Crying what pain
I see, and here.
What do I do now?
I give it all to your holy throne
Leave the sword at your feet.
Amish families weep as they bury their
Murdered daughters; those poor
Innocent little girls torn from their lives and
Sacrificed on an altar of self-pity by a suicidal man.
Heavy hearted we watch these quiet people who
Take nothing from us and ask for less,
Readily forgive without question the man responsible.
Asking not for vengeance or justice, but also
Going to his wife and children in peace;
Embracing them in the love of God and
Demonstrating the true meaning of forgiveness.
Yes, I believe they shame us.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Racing around like the hands of a clock.
Oscillating about with no rhyme nor reason.
Undoubtedly attempting to control me.
Banking on immediate changes
Laughing as you make me scream
Emphatically forcing yourself upon me
Mystifying my decisions as only you can
Instilling uncertainty and definitely hesitation
Never looking back to lend a hand
Doing as you wish hoping I understand.
On the Arabian Desert, I deeply burned my skin
Venturing out this strange land of hooded prince
Endless sleepless nights, mother serves, with tea
Rushing into the basement, to iron master’s plea
Singapore, a three steps, from our wooden door
Every morning, sister’s scrubbing a marble floor
As, she listen to silent cries, of younger brothers
Sailing, day and night, in seven seas of thunders!
Feeding our worn minds, with courage and love
Inspire us, with your words, O, Father up above!
Let your holy spirit guide us, from dawn to dawn
I beg you; protect us, including siblings, at home
Pampering the young and the old, of the G-Eight
In return, my true Master, for you, I will not be late
Now, sons and daughters, of Pearl of Orient Sea
Of things, be honest and true, and as always be!
Working diligently; for it is in your noble blood
Overcoming all the trials, have your faith in God
Run not embracing the edge, of sharp-blade knife
Keep the spirits high; for it’s just a temporary life
Even if, you are, mean workers, in foreign realms
Ruin not, your dignity, with these pieces of dimes
Sisters and brothers, live proud, O precious mine!
Dedicated to all OFW
..for your courage and sacrifices in helping keep
the economy of our motherland afloat. Mabuhay!
The Madness Continues
Rigid as steel he sleeps, stiff and lifeless,
Inert, a shell of a man who liked to laugh.
Gone through the valley of death him who
Once was filled with much capacity to love.
Rest in peace, brother, whoever you are.
More of the same will most certainly ensue
Out in the harsh, unforgiving desert sands.
Rue the day when leaders set forth agenda
To pursue wily enemies with phantom WMD.
In the mortuary a chaplain kneels in prayer,
Soldier takes his last, long journey home.
Searching for some answers while constantly trying to ease the pain
Inquiring straight to God above, I ask him who was to blame
Despite of our imperfections, he reassured that it was his call
She was needed back up in Heaven to assist him when we fall
Sympathetic to our suffering, he tries to wipe the tears away
Understand this was his plan for she was never meant to stay
Remembering her is bittersweet, as we are reminded of our great loss
Virtually nothing helps other than knowing Christ died for us upon the cross
Instead of drowning in sorrow and pain I will try to look for the light
Visions of happy reunions ahead help to make the future seem bright
Occasionally I still have bad days; although, they get further in between
Recovery is a slow, steady process that's possible only with God on my team
Chaste in nature
Having us smile
Innocent mind and
Life is fragile
Desires for love
These candles wont stay lit for long pretty soon the world wont be so strong, do
you hear my hate for you can you see my evil intentions shine through is this the
torment that i expect from you to lay a shotgun in front of me as testament to your
disdain for me. You want to see me die in vain clip my wings so i cant discover
how to fly you think that hurts me enough to cry it only makes revenge more
sweeter. Break me if you want my demon beside me will never walk cover me in
what use to be the death of man i promise on the thirty first day i will arise new
with a gift for you. Deceive me for years your will was thrown to me now you have
created the monster that stands before you suffering i adore you i lay down at
your feet as god you give me strength. I am not alone chaos in your name
insanity is our game hold me in your evil arms kiss me with your filthy lips horned
angel they tried to kill us but they will pay, they will all fear my rage the age of pain
is near raise up and wash off this caring veneer.
Cole Hodson (c)