Best Explain Poems
How do I explain
That my emotions are painful
That happiness is euphoria
That anger is blinded rage
That love borders obsession
How do I explain
That my emotions are my enemy
That sadness is suicidal thoughts
That pain is an agonizing fire that consumes me
That emotions are a hurricane
That merged with a tornado and tear away at my body from the inside out
And eventually, reach the people around me
How do I explain
That my actions aren’t always under my control
That the only thing I can feel
Without wanting to break
Is the pain of my own doing
How do I explain
That everyone leaves when I break
Because if you’re in my vicinity
And don’t head my warnings to leave me alone
I lash out with hurtful words and actions
That’ll hurt and break you down
Only for me to regret them soon after
And take it all out on myself
How do I explain
That being alone when I don’t want to be
Turns into an intense battle
A vicious war with myself
To not break and lash out at the ones I love
And to instead remember to stop and breathe
To process reality rationally
How do I explain
That I can’t do things like everyone else
That the simplest task
Become a life or death situation
That it makes me want to scream
How do I explain
That my mind is broken
And I hope you don’t leave
Because the monsters in me are terrible
And I’m still learning to control them
How do I explain
That I fear the love I’m shown
Even though I crave it
That part of me trusts the people close to me
And another part can’t believe a word they tell me
Tell me how do I explain
The mind that is ruled by different personalities
That all feel the pain of a single disorder
That’s so stigmatized by the world
How do I explain
Borderline Personality Disorder
A girl
Leads an eager man to a cab beyond the door of drunken rants and soaked
sorrows.
His lucky day it seems....his lucky day.
A kiss she lends with no resistance distracts them from the headlights that
follow in the distance.
They arrive....
A man
Once oblivious to her ways watches as they stumble.
He knows now the answer of his questions....He had hoped them different.
Vengeance rules him.
He follows....
A couple.
Fumble with keys amid passion and desire.
The door opens and she leads to a bed secretly shared with another.
His lucky day!
"what was that sound?"
A cigarette
Burns slowly in the corner.
A man, a weapon, a hateful heart.
She reasons.
He tries to explain.
He fires.....
Let me explain...
I want you to be naked.
Drop the mask around your face, and Take off those layers.
Unbutton the linen around your heart and reach behind the zipper leading to your mind.
In time, you will see that I want to penetrate you in ways that don't require physical sensation.
Temptation reaching it's peak as I speak to your soul in ways thought to be unachievable.
Let your walls be knocked down by someone who can tell you more about yourself than what you see in the mirror.
It will be clearer once we reflect on our past, live in the present, and allow a future of ecstasy to be built.
I would never ever,
and I condemn all others,
who would ever consider suicide,
let alone successfully carry out their suicide,
just because you have reached your lowest low at levels extremely high.
I Have NOT Had At All A Good Life,
but I will always choose to live, I Don't Want To Die.
I just keep on keeping on, and for the life of me, I can't explain why.
Upon these half-empty seats
And coffee-warmed retreats
Where morning birds chirp
And smaller ones tweet
Like the mere shadow floating
‘Neath my two own feet
I float in this inconceivable time,
In poetic-like conceits…
Oh! How quickly I have grown
Within myself I observe, as if
Jotting these observations upon
Third-person narrated sheets
I comprehend not even this rhyme
Abstractly absorbed into a world
I cannot deem concrete
Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat
How do I begin to fathom the tacit meanings
Of the world’s happenings and feats?
Not so long ago a child
Now awaiting the moments
When it is time for youth to fleet
Recollection like these changing seasons
Of fallen leaves and sleet
Time like the turning of pages
Of these memory-filled sheets
I sometimes feel liberated
From all these earthly deceits…
Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat
DEAR SANTA, LET ME EXPLAIN
Dear Santa Claus, way up in the North Pole
Please, at least give me a chance to explain!
How was I supposed to know Dad’s remote control
Would get crushed when run over by a toy train?
I am not as naughty a boy as you might think,
I’m not a bad kid, I am not as bad as all that,
Who knew paint should not be poured down the sink?
Or that you should never try to shave the cat.
No matter what stories you might have heard,
I can be pretty darn good when I give it a try.
The cat will never again be stuffed in the cage with the bird,
Or slingshot to see if he can be taught how to fly.
I eat all of mom’s cooking, no matter how bad
I do my best to clean up my plate.
Only once did I hide the car keys in the freezer on Dad
The line I walk is narrow and straight.
I am sorry about the window, it was an accident
I was just playing ball with my friends.
I will pay for the glass, one hundred percent
And do whatever I can to make amends.
I am sure that Grandma has forgotten about those plates
She has forgotten about almost every other thing.
And I never bring her frogs or the snakes she hates
I have not muddied her carpets since Spring.
And about my kid sister, her hair will grow back,
Dad said she looked cuter than cute.
I think the rug in my room looks better in black
And Grandpa already replaced his gray suit.
So give me a break, Santa, I’m trying real hard,
It’s not easy keeping grownups happy, you see.
Maybe pirates really did bury treasure in our yard,
If I had found it, they would be happy, I guarantee.
So maybe sometimes I get in trouble when I get into a fight
Maybe sometimes I have to clap erasers after school,
I’m just full of energy, holding me down is not right
So what if I don’t follow their stupid rules
That rat Benny B., he had it coming, St. Nick,
He has been giving me guff for a week
He is a bully and a punk and he just makes me sick
With his nonstop tormentor’s mean streak.
You are Santa, you know the truth, I am really OK
I’m not a bad kid all of the time,
Just please bring me Christmas, I’ll do whatever you say,
I will even stop writing in rhyme.
Just one more thing Santa, and I hope you don’t mind
I really want to spread holiday cheer,
So if your list falls a little bit behind,
Please cut me a little slack for next year.
Everyday Life sends Death countless gifts because she misses him,
and Death holds on to them forever as a reminder of his love for her.
They fell in love a long time ago
and have become two star-crossed lovers trying to defy mortality.
They have written a timeless love story,
one of undivided devotion that has survived millenniums
and is still considered the greatest of them all.
Maybe Life was missing Death more than usual today;
maybe she had to send him an extra special soul as a reminder of just how much she loves him.
This pain I feel
never goes away,
It's connected to me somehow,
and with me everyday.
It feels like it's apart of me
and I don't understand why,
Most days I get weaker,
and have a feeling I'm saying good-bye.
I don't like checking into the hospital
and having my own room,
The medicine the doctors give me,
I take in and consume.
Whenever I'm not strong
I ache and cry,
Sometimes I hurt so bad,
I want to say good-bye.
I try to stand up
and walk around,
But sometimes the doctors say I'm not strong enough
and they lay me back down.
It gets boring
just staring at the ceiling,
Nothing ever happens,
it's all so unappealing.
It's my time to go now,
Just remember what i say
"I'm always watching out for you from above,
and i'll be in your heart everyday".
In Memory Of A Loved Girl, Daughter, and a Great Friend.
We Miss You.
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Agape Love is first to our Lord above all things,
Colour of love would be red like an apple of desire,
Which gives off power passion and pulls heart strings,
It’s like a race that never ends and the warmth of a fire.
Second is Joy, which can be unspeakable without end,
Blue in colour like the so named “Berry” on grass and rock,
Time of refreshing reviving renewal with just the right blend,
Like being swept away by a drink not tasted or in your stock.
Thirdly experience Peace a virtue which by many is sought,
The colour being silver which all on its own doth attract,
A purity calmness feeling that passeth all understanding,
Sweet music beautiful nature scenes like light when refract.
Fourthly discover Longsuffering not liked usually one little bit,
Dismal grey like an overcast day is its texture in colour,
Like a prickly pear, which does not entice till you have tried it,
The widow’s oil which was about to run out but kept its fervour.
In fifth place is Gentleness not commonly scene in our sects,
White is its colour code unmarked clean not spotted in any way,
Like cotton wool and silk moving the feeler in many aspects,
Imagine the best bed pillow sleep you had until till the next day.
I explain why the life is plain
"Life is beauty, admire it."
It costs only a few, but you can't buy it,
Only by paying attention, doing it with passion,
Having a long regard on the nature's fashion:
On the greeny trees, and fleeing streams,
On the orange sunset, and the spider's net,
On the bluish sky, or the animals' style:
On a Husky's map, or a Bengal cat-
Do not seek a perfect image of happiness,
Who enjoys his actual picture is the happiest.
"Life is sorrow, overcome it."
No one sees the tomorrow, today's unique,
Face the truth: life is ups-and-downs,
You cannot cry always, but must sometimes:
Since sadness has happiness as yin has yang,
Since darkness must forthcome brightness,
Since we have endless features as creatures,
Since we are living without giving anything-
Even a rainforest has its dry season,
With your patience, time does have salvation.
"Life is an adventure, dare it."
If you don't know a word, just misspell it,
Do! Write! Live! Be an artist, virtuose,
Enjoy your play before the curtains close:
Act the confident ever-knowing student,
Act the modest never-snob boss,
Act the funmaker no-grace trollface,
Act no one, but your own role-
Do not seek passively the luckiness,
If you are living already, you're the luckiest.
"I Can't Explain It"
VERSE I
I can't explain it-
It's the wind that passes
through my lungs early dawn.
It's the sweet smell of roses,
the gentle feel of snow,
You’re eyes of hazel and fawn-
I just can't explain it-
Seems as if I am living in a world
so full of dreams,
life never as it seems-
-oh, life never as it seems.
***CHORUS***
Oh baby,
If there are stars to catch
and dreams to count,
need me like rain in an
Arizona drought.
Like pebbles on a beach,
you surface me-
Like a tide in the sand,
you set me free-
And through the days of gray,
and nights out of reach,
I’ll take your hand and
together we’ll teach-
There are soldiers at war
trying to tear us apart-
But we are two separate souls
with one beating heart.
-with one beating heart.
VERSE II
Baby, I can’t explain it-
Not a second goes by,
when you don't enter my mind,
refresh my soul-
My sanity you stole,
you make me whole.
You light my spark,
in the dead of dark-
And still, I sit here
telling my paper all I'm feeling-
No fears-
No tears,
Because here I'm safe,
....I am safe with you.
***CHORUS***
Oh baby,
If there are stars to catch
and dreams to count,
need me like rain in an
Arizona drought.
Like pebbles on a beach,
you surface me-
Like a tide in the sand,
you set me free-
And through the days of gray,
and nights out of reach,
I’ll take your hand and
together we’ll teach-
There are soldiers at war
trying to tear us apart-
But we are two separate souls
with one beating heart.
-with one beating heart.
-my sweet love, I just can’t explain it...
(end in D Minor)
February 1, 2017
So you tell me to explain love,
To someone who has never felt it.
It is like explaining music to the ones who can’t hear,
Which is more than you can ever bear,
It is like explaining the sun to the ones who can’t see,
Which is more than you can ever believe,
So with this I can explain love
To someone who has never felt it.
Though the blind can never see, it doesn’t mean they can never know,
Though the deaf can never hear, it doesn’t mean they can never undergo,
The sound of life, the light of our days, love is the connection found in every display,
Through the smiles and never ending thoughts,
Through the gifts of giving, and the things that can’t be bought,
Love is the action, and the reason behind
The question and even the answer combined.
So you tell me to explain love
To someone who has never felt it…..
Solemnly sixth is Goodness known by few who with God do share,
Costly fine and desired is its colour that being of gold so weighty,
Despite its heaviness it has a softness not usual and very rare,
It’s like a treasure hunt for “X” marks the spot and “aye” me matey.
Forever in place seven is Faith, which doth please the Almighty,
Its sweetness and colour is moving like the milk chocolate brown,
Many fruit were made better by its topping making things just righty,
Building blocks like earth wood and ores fitly framed very strong, sound.
Jesus had eight, which is Meekness like the rest in Mastery,
With a flavour and savour of none other like that of a grape in green,
Like an artist with his painting giving place style meaning to tapestry,
Being apart of something special unique supernatural in scheme.
Last but never least is Temperance having balance being complete,
Whose colour is that of bronze impressive like an armour of brass?
This our Heavenly Father’s plan from the beginning perfect and neat,
As a grandfather’s clock pendulum swinging truly free behind the glass.
I hope this has helped you in any way it can for the Ministry and Church,
If people saw our colours what would they be yellow purple or even black,
Remember your needs and the nice people, who never left you in the lurch,
For the day will come when all an account shall give and facts our facts.
by William Tell
Gal. 5:22,23 - But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering,
gentleness, goodness, faith,
Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
I’ve been going through changes that are truly difficult to explain
Written By Dean Masciarelli
September 20, 2010 (11:28am)
I’ve been going through changes
that are truly difficult to explain
But I will try to explain them
in the
best way that I possibly can
A couple of years ago
I had my heart broken
And I did my
best
to try move on
But ever since then
I have never been the same
Like I was way back then
Because my heart
literally grew numb
And now that the years
have come and gone
Since that time
I seemed to have forgotten
What it feels like
to love someone
That can truly love me in return
And I honestly miss that feeling
of having
a true mentor and a companion
That I can also call
my very best friend
But to this day I have never
come close to dating anyone
Because I am still
waiting
for the right one