Lies hurt the love and especially all the trust people put in you.
Everyday You wake up saying to yourself, It's ok to lie.
No one's going to find out or bring it out in the open.
I can hold on to a heart full of love and trust for another day.
Knowing it would cause pain and the all the love and trust they
have would disapear instantly.
So why keep lying and filling her head and heart full of dreams
that You know will never come true. Only leaving her with nothing
Just the lies You told.
In the end is it really worth trying to hold on to her love. Being bound by
the lies you told. Now leaving her to deal with a broken heart. And
watching her world crumble into pieces. As the tears of pain slide down
As you walk away. While saying nothing but I'm sorry. I never meant to
hurt you. Over and Over again. Trying to figure out how to make a peaceful
exit out of her life.
Your left thinking was it worth losing an angel's heart by lying. Now she's gone.
How dare you take advantage of me like that ,
Leaving me stranded with no way to go forward or back.
Using the friendship that we had led me to believe,
That there was trust and honor between you and me .
How you layed me aside and left me for dead ,
You have caused these hateful thoughts inside my head.
Never could I have done this to any man ,
I can see you have no concious so I know you can.
There just one thing I really want to say about this ,
It's been a long time since I have made a clinched fist .
You have no idea how much hurt you have caused,
It won't be me you'll have to face That's up to God
But you will regret mistaking this kindness for weakness girl,
Bad Karma will surely consume you this is my word.
Yes you were able to catch me completely off gaurd ,
Never again because now I know who you are .
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
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
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
"Taken, all is taken",she cried.
Assuming there was a theft I looked all around and
Kindly said that everything seemed in place.
"Everything that can be regained is not taken",Said she."Taken is
Nothing but the loss of dear ones close to your heart."
If at any time in your life
you feel the desire and the
need for someone to be
a source of comfort and a
friend in all situations
I'm always around for you
sailing on the waters of life
right through the darkest hour just
behind you in fair or foul weather
Like a log on the river banks I will be
a path across for you just like a
bridge stretched from bank to bank
over the raging turbulent river
troubled by the wind churning the
water into a mass of liquid fury
I am right there at your side and
will always be there for you to
ease all of your burdens and
your fears and to comfort your
mind to peace and tranquillity
Before I go, please know it was for the best that I do this.
Explain to me first why are you giving up?
Frantic decisions are destroying any hope I have for us.
Or is this not my fault?
Really think about it and be honest.
Eternity can be ended with four simple words.
I don't love you
Don't give up on me, please listen to the truth first.
I swear I love you and I always will.
Eliminate any anger and accept that we were both wrong and realize you do love me...before I die.
D umbfounded by
H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy
©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Rest in peace my charming friend; lo your body is now asleep but you spirit remains with us always. With our constant lively action, everything seems much more still without you here, but we shall remember and cherish you as you were-fun loving and full of life. You lit up the world around you just a little bit more with your perky attitude and bright smile.
Evening twinkles a little bit brighter with a newly gained star. A special one-of-a-kind treasure with your light of burning passion smiling down upon us as you await our arrival
Softly we hum to your memory; as we blissfully play back in our minds all the times we had with you.
Time was cruel, taking you at early twenty-one years, but we took what we could-what we were given and made the best of everything we had. Cherishing every moment and enjoying you and your hilarious antics
Invaluable you were to everyone who met you and knew you. You were an amazing person and wonderful friend who always stood by everyone’s side and helped those who needed it. Knowing how full of life you always were, it’s hard to believe that you are now parted from this life. I still see you with that glorious smile upon your face filling your eyes with a deviously mischievous twinkle…
Never did I imagine I’d be having to say my final farewell so soon; the way you were burns in my mind as I whisper my love and goodbyes to you one last time...
Rest in sweet peace my dear friend; never will you ever be forgotten- Forever engrained in our minds your legacy will continue one for years to come…
Early morning reality strikes its cold, hard chord as sudden sadness as despair finally sinks in… you have been removed from this broken world where we mourn your loss; the pain hitting each person deeper than the one previous
Goodbye my adventurous dream, the spark of memories hold together the shattering pieces of my cracked heart that sorrow threatens to crush in the grips of its mighty claws tightly surrounding my aching, bleeding heart…
Angels rejoice as they gather you in hugs and welcome your coming, leading you to your place beside our lord, residing with him as you patiently await the rest of us to join you
Nostalgically I smile and watch as you fade into my dreams; I will never forget you my friend, remember me as we wait to see each other once more…
Regan Steel; friend, brother, and more...
October 28, 1991- July 15, 2013
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
It is the light that burns through the night
The night that is covered by pain
The pain that burns on bones so fragile
It is the face of the parents
The face that glow with joy
But the joy that is far from me
It is the father that has lost his dignity
The dignity that was nurtured for years
The years that has passed like super eagle
It is the look of poor souls that cause this pain
The pain that has no souses but shame
The feeling of pity for a hungry child
It is that pain which make me sick inside
Where sorrow hove around like a trapped bird
I shall toss myself to the ground
Though sun bring new beginnings
But this pain makes the rays deadly
How I wish to make the day light again.
"this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . "
Greyer looms matter's of the.....?
Beauty fades not there then.....?
Flowers live and die fact of ....?
A four letter word of endearment....?
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....?
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth
You cannot see air but it is there so beware
You do not have to walk into the total darkness
to see how dark the blackness is
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds
Without knowledge must be total misery
as earthly beauty fades as the tree
a dieing thing without fruit
the growing sorrow does that suit
without hope of new life tomorrow
Here today and gone so to borrow
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust
on your pedestal under your own glass
the fire that was given you smother to ash - john edaward beam - for The
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011
Dishearted i feel and dejecteD
Equally of past and of futurE
Sadness with me weepS
Pray for me with piousness deeP
All the dullness accumulate in an opaerA
In which my heart and I
Rave and crave in despaiR.
Gruesome of appearance, the dungeon a fearful place
Rusty chains hanging down, iron maiden by the wall
It was a harsh stern place that spoke volumes of pain
Made worse by gloomy creepy shadows casting monsters
contest: Four Letter Words - An Acrostic Challenge
faster and faster as i think of the pain inside
closing my eyes
i see her face
oh how i miss you lil sis
everywhere i go i think of you
everyone i see asks me about you
Pain!!!! Munching my heart piece by piece
anger!!! Why didn’t i take you to shop that day
tears of pain ...i feel like i am slowly going insane!!!
nights of sorrow as i lay my head on my pillow
I’m thankful to wake up the next morning
wearing my smile
sitting in my office ..
nothings the same
I’m dying inside
i try and try but i see no light
hope is all i have
faith is all i have
my baby sister where are you
my baby sister God guide you
Killing the weakness in me
i refuse to entertain this pain!!
Since the day you were born
i woke up smiling every morn
to pick you up , play with you and sometimes fall asleep infront of you favorate tv show
no we had no idea what the future holds
the laughter and the tears, all at the same time
fun and joy, you were my only sibling
my best friend
you were all i had
not one day have i treated you bad in anyway
yes, there were days when you were mad
sometimes you threw me with things
but you were the baby
you still are
i sit and think of you... trying not to see all that as only a memory
the pain i feel in my heart is unexplainable
tears streaming down my face
as i miss you dearly
a month has passed and i haven’t seen your face
people gossip and ask questions i don’t know answers to
the stories i hear from people i thought cared
I’m in total disgrace
where can you be
we tried all we could
salts of pain are all i have
salts of pain on my pillow case
weeping...day by day
still i don’t see a way
hope i find in my salts of pain
light i see in my salts of pain
never will i stop till you are home where you belong
salts of pain healing my heart
salts of pain i can't believe we are apart
The pain and
Hurt we go through in life
P ersistent , aching, gnawing, throbbing each with its measured degree
A ll these are effortless words describing a state of being
I ndescribable though is pain from personal grief when heart and spirit lay broken
N o beating heart escapes, 'less its doors be sealed, shut and bolted
Another day of boring frustrations
Nothing seems to matter no more
Gotta try to shake this heavy feeling
Extract the scab and expose the sore
Raping my thoughts for inspiration
Personal torture , this lifes such a bore
Avoiding the reality of the situation
Investing in hatred to even the score
Nobody needs me..nothing here to live for
Occupied by the crowd of fair-weather friends,
which i suppose had become today's trend,
i realized that how solitary i am?
just asking for a shed,can anyone lend?
I can't demonstrate my emotions in the mob,
keeping them inside, my robe sob.
though i am tagged as one of the group members,
when coming to harmony and love,no one remembers.
The one outsider is considered to be a better friend than me,
never it is bothered and i can only see .
The swashbuckling studs are always asked about everything,
People echo a lot about but don't believe in simple living and high thinking.
If one is introvert in exposing his talented wings,
that doesn't means that he is not worthy of anything.
just because few opportunities he already missed,
and due to his situation,he is extremely pissed,
it don't let you conclude that he is a moron,
his time has come because the struggling days are gone.
for those who ignore should know the fact,
To hell with their memories and their fake pact.
They don't realize the importance of him today,
but they would acknowledge that fellow the most, one fine day.
The person avoided is so concerned about others still,
Whenever some bitter feelings come,his eyes with tears get fill.
looking such a condition,he questions the wise-godly creature,
why is he trapped in such human architecture?
Then he consoles himself and pledge not to be docile,
with time everything will heal whatever is fragile.
For sharing his feelings,he peeps the door of his neighbours,
they do give their precious moments and that's truely a kind gesture.
But still he is never able to confront others,
always having the guilt that his act disturbs.
He gathers courage and ponders that to whom should he share his views,
after much consideration,his heart replies-no one is there,which is a bad news.
But then finally he admits,
that in no one's heart he actually fits.
then realization dawn his conscious,
this mellow dramatic society is quite fictitious.
At last he comes to know that only strong and true bonds survive,
which give this skeleton a better life.
To those who suffer from perplexed and cumbersome fate,
Do not worry as success is your's and excellence is innate.
As we elope with our faith into the avenue of death,
And looking at our fellow comrades for the very last time.
Where our fears becomes our trail to faith.
We erupt an anger that was not meant to be and stealing every thought that can issue in the rage that was in a cage.
At that moment even the brave knows he has a grave.
Our greatest fear becomes the element of surprise .
When we hear the gun-shots out thoughts be-guile our anxiety into a comer of fear.
We now fight not because of the war but to survive in the war.
We feel that we are fair men when we give justice while forming ashes.
But we are crippled in the arrogance of our ignorance feeling that for every blood spilled and tears that tilled the earth makes our quest fulfilled.
We loose focus because there are certain kills that makes us humble.
Because our brains and minds becomes the avenue of roaming thoughts and images of the victory of tears we created.
My eyes twinkles in grumbling of the sites I beheld and paves way for the tears I despise but yet resides in me.
The joy of every soldier is to win wars and come back home alive.
But in the ambient of our joy comes the tears of our loss.
As we celebrate, we depreciate in agony and tears of wishes of our fellow comrades.
At the end we get medals for killing our own soul.
But to the duke of time I rest my unfulfilled soul to be humbled in tears while I grumble in silence.
Penetrative prodigious plundering pestilential prod of pain
Ambiguous avarice amassing astounding avalanche of ache
Injuriously instigating incessant inconsolable irritation
Nattering numbness needling nerves to nail the heart with fire and fear.
Feathers flocking night
The rocks gnaw the flesh of sight
Icarus groans death
The stake through the tongue
The vice tightens without end
I crumble in skin
What singes the brain
Stranding me in motion scraps -
The hog teeth of pain.
O Christ, your cross spike
My flesh, plundering virtue
From my callousness.
Trembling nail in me
Biting bone breaking blood's vein
Winces through the night
Vinegar or gall
I would drink for ease of pain
And blind fear of death
Yet to die is ease
I seek but grimace away
In sweat and shaking.
you're my morning high,
fresh as chai,
fingers slowly tickling your neck;
your playful gaze, whirling clouds;
your smile's layer of a rainbow,
curtains whispering to windows,
burning in passion; wrapped in love;
your eyes, teasing winds, butterflies and deep blue skies,
absence of rain, as painful as your thoughts,
your lips, mysterious as painter's mind
a mountain high...a fine surrender
This is a classic Acrostic .. but with a twist, each even line has internal rhyme, each
odd line has end rhyme ... plus odd lines are 8 syllables, even 6.
Inside your smile, I rest awhile.
No words; just eyes that speak,
Yearning fingers, touch that lingers
On silkiness of cheek.
Under saffron light; before night
Renders lovers to rest
A kiss we share dispels despair,
Remorse; a leaving guest.
May faith enfold these arms that hold
Safely, your tender trust.
No nightmares come for dreams undone
Once fear has turned to dust.
Perhaps too fast my hand is cast
And passion may just pause,
If this is so then you must know,
No-bodies perfect, all have flaws.
When hesitation calls; builds walls,
In this bond, created.
Listen to me and you will see
Lasting truth is stated
Laying here, you so close, so near
A vow, softly spoken.
Shadows will not fall, end it all,
This love shall never be broken.
Take back your misery.
Return to me my heart that you stole
I will Avenge myself.
My Vision was clouded by love.
I was incredibly naive,
You Stabed me in the back and made love to her as well.
BuT now it’s to late for your apologies.
I’m broken but no longer yours.
WILL TODAY BRING ME LOVE, WILL TOMORROW BRING ME PAIN
WILL THIS LIFE THAT I LIVE ALWAYS REMAIN THE SAME.
WILL MY PRAYERS BE ANSWERED WITH THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF FAITH
WILL TODAY'S PROBLEMS BE THE SAME AS YESTERDAYS.
WILL YOU FORGET I HAVE A LIFE A LIFE THAT INVOLVES YOU
IF YOU SEE THE COLOR IN MY EYES THEY ALWAYS STAY BLUE.
IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES THEN I DIED IN MY SLEEP
AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THAT MY HEART WAS TO WEAK
TO WEAK TO FEEL PAIN, CAUSE PAIN DOES EXIST
ALL MY LIFE I HAD ONE WISH.
I WISH WE WERE HAPPY INSIDE A HAPPY HOME
I WISH AROUND YOU I DIDN'T FEEL ALONE.
THIS IS A LOVE POEM, ALSO A SUICIDE NOTE
CAUSE I FELT OUR LIFE NEVER HAD HOPE.
I TRIED TO KILL MYSELF BUT DIDN'T SUCCEED
CAUSE I COULDN'T GO WITHOUT SOMETHING I NEED
THAT SOMETHING WAS FAITH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS HATE
IT WAS ME THAT LEAD YOU, DOWN THE WRONG WAY
I NEVER KNEW CAUSE I DIDN'T LISTEN
YOU NEVER KNEW CAUSE I DIDN'T MENTION
NOW WE LIVE WITH A LIFE, A LIFE THAT REMAINS OPEN
IF YOUR HEART ISN'T GLASS THEN IT SHOULDN'T BE BROKEN
What is a living candle . People thoughts that that the great man of the world is the living candle how gave lights and happiness to the world with his blood like mathma gandi , neru and
Bagant singh etc. but can we miss some body the most important and valuable person in our life’s . who make our life better and happy with his blood and his life . think about it who is this person .
In my point of view we miss the main person in our life’s. our mothers who always play a very big role in our life’s . mothers always treat the children with his blood . we can say that the mother is the other name of living candle who burn herself and give the light of happiness .
Is our mother refuse any thing or any work that we demand in our homes or in our life’s .
I always see my mother while she is working and rest of his life she always think about success and a good life of his children’s . I told you a very most important and a very bad moment in my life . After my father death our fine national conduction of our family is not so good . In dinner and also breakfast my mother took food in last . but why. I tell you the reason of this
She thinks that’s firstly her children’s fulfill his demand of food and after that my mother eats a very low amount of food and she told us that her stomach fain during the large amount of food but that is not true I tell you truth it is not the pain of large amount it is pain of hunger . I see many times that my mother eat nothing . it is morality and love of mother for his children’s
So plz thanks your mother giving you a very happy and good life ..
WRITTEN BY :- TARUN DABAS
Depression is hard to deal with.
Each day is a struggle.
Another problem could break me.
Lying covers the pain I feel.
Insecurities become prevalent and
Now I'm not so sure I
Worlds away, it feels like,
I'm screaming silently inside.
The hell I'm living in has been my
Home for years.
In the end I know it'll be okay but why does it not feel
Instigate me not or I
'm going to
Break every bone in your
Crush your skull and
Kick you down into a fiery hell!