I wish upon a falling star to erase my past and remove my scars
I wish upon this blurring light for the bullying to end tonight
I wish upon the razor in my hand to end the tears and the pain within
I wish upon this rope I tie to end the suffering and strife
I wish upon this tree I climb to not make me fail this time
I wish upon this falling star to keep me here until the struggling stops
Emotions of addiction
pulling so seductively
like a long lost love
whispering my name
over and over
until its all I hear
yearning rumbles deep down
burning as it rises
like bile in my throat
So conniving in its game
of love and hate
like peek a boo with a child
frightening when it is revealed
turn and run they say
where shall I go
the only recourse is to stay
as it tries to tear
to wear me down
He calls to me
i answer and somehow
i have won
a new day is here
exhausted and confused
howling growling in the distance
addiction pulls back
waiting patiently so patiently
to take me back to hell
Is this how it ends?
Alone I cry that this pain may end;
Each day brings more fear;
Each sunrise I pray for a better day;
Afraid of the sunset as it marks the end;
Sunset as a reminder that everything has an end;
Afraid to close my eyes fearing death;
Sleep eludes me with time;
The one body part I feed betrays me;
Each pain a reminder that I’m alive;
As a wipe each tear I value my hands,
A tear a reminder my hands function;
Seems like the only part yet to betray me;
Haven’t checked my legs since I’ve been in bed;
Never let you live without food;
Three times a day I feed you;
Never did I expect much from you;
How can you betray me like this?
Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!
All the things we go through, all the pain we feel, and all the wars we fight we keep marching on!
For all the scars we have, for all the tears we shed we keep marching on!
For all the pain we hide, for all the times we hide all our emotions we keep marching forward!
For all the times we feel so alone and know one to belong to we keep moving on!
We have all these fear all these nightmares that come true but know matter what we keep going on!
Things we don’t expect, things we didn’t think could happen might just come true but we just have to keep moving on!
Know matter what happens in the future and what happened in the past just have to keep moving on with life!
It’s my life not expecting you to understand it
A man who when he was a boy his mother abandoned
Alienated like I arrived from another planet
While you were with your family joking, laughing and eating a peanut butter sandwich
I was moved from foster families and children’s homes
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
Everything I go through is some kind of building zone
Treated differently because I’m not wanted or loved by my dad, sister mum or brother
Feel like everyone trying to get to know me is working undercover
So the first thing I do is run for cover
Opposites attract I’m cold inside does that make me summer’s lover?
Being uncomfortable makes me comfortable
I feel safe being vulnerable
I’ll be the first to say I’m dysfunctional
Am I supposed to lie and say everything all great and wonderful?
Should I already understand and know it all?
You belittle me but I’m still growing tall
You wanted me to catch but you didn’t even throw the ball
An insomniac and I know Money can buy a bed but not sleep
But how much would a meaningful hug cost me?
I could wish and pray to the sky
But that’s just not me
Anytime love got me
It seems that Luck lost me
So I Push away the people I want to stay by my side
The ones who are worth your tears won’t make you cry
I could do 99 good deeds for you
But you would count the mistakes I make in life
So I don’t even try no more
I don’t cry no more
Love no one trust no one, **** them all
If you want to walk out my life. Here let me hold the door
Pain of loosing you...........
Black Clouds gather in the sky
Weeping along with me
Because they know the fact that
Loosing you is painful for me
Only the sweet memories of the past
Have remained behind
It is only your sweet face
which does not vanish from my mind
the moments we had spent together
have become a memory for the life time
I am still waiting for you to return
so that we can be together again for a while
Come back Oh! dear
is what my heart repeats again and again
as for me its truly impossible
to bear the killing pain
The sadness has become my friend
and loneleness is now always with me
because they know the fact that
loosing you is painful for me
Thanks and regards,
My country is my heart.
The land is my body.
People came with sharp machines.
Maiming my limbs,
Dismembering my insides.
My soul is forced out of my body.
My blood turns rancid, poisonous.
They gouge deep wounds over my body.
My tears are as rain.
I want to protect me.
I feel too weak.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.
I, so powerless under Chinese violation.
I am in excruciating pain.
Can you hear my cry?
The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree,
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scored of figured on the ground lay still by mornings light.
"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest-
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."
As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed with dirt.
"Not much", he said."I count myself more lucky that the rest
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."
"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shinning bright and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill two-hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."
I looked around to get some aid-the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth-bodies on the ground.
"I kept on firing at them sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally I sat down with this small pain in my chest."
"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting here one day with this pain in my chest?"
"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.
"Its growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a bit of rest.....
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.
I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried
I put my arms around him and pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.
He has been stepped on
He has been hated on
But he still stands and rises above pain
Wars came, left relatives dead
He cried, he trembled
But he still stands
Once regretted his birth
Once thought of taking his life.
Thunder strikes and that’s enough
To make him gain strength
To aim higher and rise above pain
He is now rising above pain
Trying everything to clean his brain
If he was created in God’s image?
Why can’t God take care of His image?
Questions he couldn’t find answers to
Friends all gone,
The only family he has ever known
Streets become his home,
Starving to death,
Could not hold his breath
But still standing strong
And promises to rise above pain..
You knocked my heart’s door & I let you in
You were a thief; you stole it! Because of how kind you have been
Your words were extremely sweet and I was a sugar addict
You were a psychic because my future works you could predict
You were tremendously thankful for the simplest thing I did
You made me live the dream & dream life like a kid
You planted my garden with flowers of laughs
You filled my sea by drops of hope & faith
You were my mirror; you reflected me perfectly
You were incredibly modest & no word could describe you correctly
You! You! Yes you! Y, O, U! You are simply amazing
You were, are, and will always be miraculously surprising
I wish I could erase all my errors, all my mistakes
To gain your trust and love I’ll do whatever it takes
Believe me honey it kills me when I hear that in your heart is born hate
Because in the end we both know that you are my soul mate.
Is this pain real or are we the ones who created it??
Did we create all the bad feelings or were they already created?
Are we the ones who opened the cage for it?
When did we surrender to pain, hate, cruelty and darkness?
Happy life has vanished from this world... We weep every time we feel sad....
Why can't we weep when we are happy?
Even though there are no happy moments
There's a story in our tears
There's a story in our fears
There's a story in our pictures
There's a story in our lives
Those story's will always be in our hearts
None of them will show on our faces...
i wittnessed a war just yesterday,
being the reason for much dismay,
i'm sorry for all the death and blood,
and all the soldiers in the mud,
i wish i could stop it just can't be done,
i'll need everybody including a nun,
i'll need jesus to forgive our sins,
that knock us down like bowling pins,
i'll need everybody to read this poem,
in hopes that all the soldiers get back home.
A penny for my thoughts
I'd be a millionaire
Constantly my thoughts are racing
My mind is everywhere
Should I stay or should i go
Will I win or lose
Can I have my time to shine
Since I have paid my dues
A penny for my thoughts
I wish it were a buck
If I could just collect these thoughts
Then it might change my luck
My thoughts are so abundant
To count them is to many
My mind is worth a whole lot more
Then just one simple penny
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
but you are not here,
to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,
our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.
in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)
don't love anyone so much cause in the end you will feel pain and it will kill you
Pain pain go away,
You little b!tch you cannot stay.
I want you gone, Far from me
F*ck off now, and leave me be.
sick of doctors, sick of stress,
Sick n' tired of takin meds.
I want to know what's wrong with me,
A want to be "normal", cant you see?
It wont happen this I know,
With my bloodline,.... it goes to show....
I'm writing now oh big bro
Oh! sorry I forgot, yes you said no
To say goodbye and to let you know
That you'll be on my mind wherever I
Well you know I'll never be ur pussy
cat nor teddy bear
Whatever you wanna call me now...I
You think you're the one who's hurt,
well you're wrong dear
The truth is that I'm the one suffering
No no plz dnt you ever apologize
I'm the one who's sorry for telling
To you?! Yeah right that's what you
have always thought
But I was lying to myself believe it or
No more stories,no more pain
Gonna spread my wings, fly in the
Now each one is going his own way
Well that is all I have to say
If you change your mind I'll be
waiting for you
Ready do hear and forgive like I
The fact is you'll never know what
you did to me
Though I'll never consider you as an
Oh how I wish to hear from you
Saying, sister come close to me,
together we will run the world.
Loss of ambition
Looks like I’m on a mission
Or some sort of a competition
Is it the end?
Should I be where I stand?
I cannot understand
I’ll just smile and pretend…
Looks like I’m lost
Not completely but almost
Disoriented, adrift and scared most
No way to hide or to escape from that ghost
Hunting me day and night
Making sure I don’t feel alright
We go through life dealing with Pain
inside yet we paint a Picture to a
public figure of a Head raised high.
Emotional torture and Thunderous
cries from a screaming Heart
echoing deep down inside.
You get on your knees to clasp your
hands and pray to pour out your
mind asking to take the pain away.
Heartache comes in many different
shapes at unknown levels from any
angle words can not convey.
You fight Internal Battles everyday of
your life armed with only your whit
and your pride to defeat those
Demons that lurk inside.
You take a deep breath and release
an Earth trembling yell telling your
inner Demons and others that have
hurt you GO BACK TO HELL , INSIDE
OF MY HEART AND INSIDE OF MY
MIND YOU'LL HAVE NO PLACE TO
DWELL ! ™©
The Moral of this Poem is never let
anything or anyone for that matter
get the best of you in any shape,
way, or form. Above all never let
these entities get the satisfaction of
just you, you once again roam in my mind.
I called you father everyday only because I could.
but now let me see if you still remember,
I was only 9 years, so defenceless and tender,
you called me names and yelled so loud that I couldn't hear myself think,
you told me that you never wanted to see me again,
it is all because of you that today I don't have a father.
It is all because of you that my brother went to jail.
what kind of a father would abandon their child on the street?
it was all because of you that my sister fell pregnant,
she was only 14 and you never paid her school fees.
I still remember the days you would live me for days without food.
I had to learn how to become a chef,
and every time I look at those scares I burnt myself hate rules all over me.
it is all because of you that I found solace in a pen and a paper.
just as I write this down, I am not afraid to say "it is all because of you that
my brother found solace in art,
I never understood the reason why his art always had the statement,
' I blame my father!', but now I know why.
It is all because of you that my sister found solace in music,
when her tears shot down like bullets, the pain penetrated in my heart,
I could feel my little heart bleeding, every time she sang because her voice was filled with sorrow.
let me not blame you much,
but it was all because of you that my mother always wept.
she failed to pull up a smile on her face.
it is all because of you that day that I fell in love with poet.
THAT MAKES IT THE ONLY ARWARD I CAN GIVE TO YOU.
since now that my brother loves art, my sister love singing,
that my mother is always happy and I am still proud to be her defenceless soul.
it is all because of you that we all learnt how to move on.
In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love.
For he who heard them.
Sent them hope, that God created a world for them.
For us to see and bare good times.
For no more hurt and devishlish crimes.
For the earth which once was good.
Is soured and torn.
There are no morals or dreams no more.
Or hope of good things when suffering soars.
For they are crushed by his vast sword.
For he who has the greater sin.
He has carried and been burdened with.
He has been forgotten.
In times like these.
Because people hearts bleed with disease.
For they have burdened him with more sin.
They have forgotten the pain he is in.
For he so carried his cross with pride.
A younge man who was destined to die.
No matter what the world does think.
This man did live before we did.
We have lost our way in darkened times.
Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him.
If youd only listen and help to carry his cross.
Take the blame for things done past.
Change our ways for hope to last.
We wont do that out of pride.
When he is denied.
I feel for him.
I pick his cross up and help him off the ground.
For he is my brother.
Who I have found.
He has carried that cross.
No man deserved his life in such a lose.
Tormented and torturded to no extent.
He didnt look like a mere man in the end.
He coutinued to stand even after he fell.
Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell.
For a man so strong, so bold and kind.
Showed me what we can do as man kind.
He gave his life for everyone who reads this.
For those who can not see.
Do not be blind
Find this man, for he needs you.
He gave his life to save you.
With your help, you raise his cross.
You heal that burden of love.
That has been lost.
Ease his pain and find your way.
For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.
Life's gifts is of all the good and
Never knowing what may arise
An angel is everlasting hope we
long to have and to hold
We have watched you through
just like a hawk
We will never give up on you
we know you are strong
Who the angels will pull you
Where there is a will there's a
And with god looking over us
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that
steady burns yull be ok
As a fighter like Athena (a
warriors guide)you will grow
Even now we see your alot
Must be these guardians of
heaven looking over you
Feeling good with this is all you
This danger none should live
But as long as there is Angels
up above its all you will ever
need to pull through
A tragic time.
- by Brian O'Toole
Caregiver of a cancer patient
On my vision and swum one
Sprawls the heart of those humans
Ah! They say funnily
Not knowing my stay
Why? In such a way.
What matters only viewing outside colour?
Innerly they knew me I’m fish ever
They want to keep me in aquarium
Construing a four wall of transparent
Limiting me within four feet boundary.
Treasured only to provide them pleasure
I’m with my fate not happy always
Waiting time to get old in the slap of time.
WHERE HAS MY LOVE GONE
WHY HAS MY FLOWER BURNED ....?
WITHOUT ONE SINGLE SPRING
LIKE ROSES TRAMPERED
MY HEART HAS LONG BEEN GONE
YEARS PAST, MONTHS PAST
TIME AFTER TIME
ALL WASTED THOUGHTS TO SPEAK OF LOVE AGAIN
FEELINGS THAT THEN WAS SWEET
LIKE INDEED HONEY FROM THE BEES......
ONE WOULD INDEED AGREE
THE DAYS OF LOVE ARE GONE!
BUT IF REALLY ITS NOT?
THEN ALL WE HAVE AND SHARE:
IS NOTHING BUT FAINTED LOVE!!!
As a tear rolls down i dont make a sound
i stay still i think what do i do
do i live do i die do i cry
do i go on living this lie
the lie i say all the time,that im okay , im fine, im happy
but really in side im dieing
every day i hear people say your ugly, your weird, the rate on how pretty you are is 0 or 2, why dont you just die
life should be precous, should be fun but all it does is bring pain and sorrow
im sitting here with a knife in my hand thinking what to do
do i keep feeling pain and cry every day
do i stay and get called ugly and stupid and get treated like *****
or should i just end it now
im allways getting teased and made fun of all the time
maybe its time to end it all
is life really worth living?
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
life alone is bitter and cold
with no one to love no one to hold
the long dark nights waking up on your own
got money to spend but no one to phone
to live like this
to die with my shame
to have love for so many with nothing to gain
but where all born with a purpous reason for life
but mine has been shattered like the shine off a knife
say the meaning of life and it looses its shine
no one can own it to me it is all mine
can life be this cruel or is it just me
ive lost the way to my heart and i cant find the key
to write all my feelings to write all my pain
my heart is now empty cold like the nigh rain
but we all must be love to be loved and forgotten
to be buried six feet under and left to go rotten
although i am 20 and my life is ahead
but my pain will go on until i am dead
I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.