Best Lossheart Poems
By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
This child's heart knew only of the good.
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers.
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed
an innocence destroyed, for she felt cursed.
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene.
A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured.
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
My heart left in yesterday
My mind set on tomorrow
Living for today
Stuck like glue & cemented in blue
I want to stop caring at all
Be a spot on the wall
not noticed until it becomes a stain
of unrealized pain
remembering all those nightmares again
My heart left in yesterday
My mind set on tomorrow
Living for today
Let love come back to stay
By keeping my thoughts above the fray
not for yesterdays or tomorrows
nor dreams or sorrows
Red will out shine gray
Stay still and pray
Someday
one day
Until then, I will be
Living for today
Form:
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Memories warm her heart and nights
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Laughter was common in their youth
Memories warm her heart and nights
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
Laughter was common in their youth
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Pantoum for the tragedy contest
autobiographical
Missed the contest!!
everything you’ve said
whispers round to me
here now I sit
this warning is free
dead are my dreams
in your pretense of care
sweeping the misery
as you reek of despair
A fair weather friend
in the mirror narcissus
your lies pave roads
a consummate actress
I have begun to believe
ricin flows in your veins
everything you touch
weeps of black stains
all poison you leach
flows right back to me
and as I found out
I raged disbelief
a roaring rant
told them they lied
here as I weep
the truth will not die
to my face you smile
as fangs stroke my hair
coaxing and pleading
pretension webs there
a black widow spider
masked in mortal garb
the spear of your words
broke my skin like a barb
through the weather of life
in the course of the rain
I have measured my life
in the blood of the pain
A beaker of misery
I add to the pot
from friend to foe
this cant be forgot
I’ve come to tell you
you’ve been mistaken
for my spirit breathes
and is not forsaken
see I maybe down
but honey not out
you watch your back
when I come I wont shout
as the Chinese whispers
you’ve spread about me
in this river of hate
my agony is freed
revenge is served cold
is something I’ve heard
but the blood of a mongol
pumps the heart of this bird
so watch through the night
keep your ear to the dark
that scratch in the wall
carries more than a bark
from wretch to the wrath
I have now become
you killed all the light
in the heart of my sun
Sitting on the couch, hands resting on my head,
Crying 'cause i lost you, can't believe that your dead,
Seems like just yesterday, by my house, we used to chill,
Until a murderer took you life, why did he have to kill,
You were so pure at heart, and his was just cruel,
For taking my best friend, i hope the devil take that fool,
Let him burn in hell, and die a thousand deaths,
Let him feel your pain, and take his last breath,
Let the fire of hell, burn his evil flesh,
Let Satin take his life, and may his soul get repossessed,
Its like he took his hand, and forced it in my chest,
He ripped my heart out, ate it, and spit out the rest,
He pulled his zipper down, and pissed on what's left,
Picked it back up, ran with it, like he committed heart theft,
I hate that murderer so much, but i also hate revenge,
So this poem that I'm writing, i hope it let my best friend be avenged.
I'll be missing you...
Form:
Where to begin is the hardest part of all
What to say, what to write
Why is still a mystery
Why was I answered and then denied
Watching, waiting, wondering; why
When I knew the answer all along
When I saw it in your eyes
Still I managed to fall
I opened my heart and soul
Only to watch it crumble
A feeling I know all too well
Yet I can still see you
My mind is tortured
With images of a time never allowed
Joys never felt
Feelings never known
Never will I be free
Never again will I love another
Never again will I
Open my heart and soul
I thought we could be happy
Dancing, laughing, playing
Only in my dreams
Will I see the sweetest of things
My heart aches for you
To be healed by your warmth
To be touched by your words
To be loved with your love
Not a day goes by
Where I wish to hold you
To feel your strength
To feel your warmth
Not a night goes by
When I close my eyes
I can see you there
Where my wildest dreams come true
I imagined so much
In such a short time
Wanted more, much more
And got nothing
Even after hearing the truth
My heart still will not let go
Of a dream so real
Yet so far
I will never be free
Yet you gave me strength
To make my escape
Only to watch it vanish
Originally written 2000
I have torn my clothes and sprinkled ashes on my head, I am wounded and my
blood runs red!
I believed you were my friend, now I realize I was wrong. You used me when I
provided the things that you desired, but when that was over you cast me aside.
You have turned your face away from me, no longer do my company you keep. I now
can see my friend you never were, you were only a parasite, taking what you
wanted, never caring for me.
My heart is pierced and there is sadness in my mind, I truly cared for you, but your
feined friendship was merely a subtrafuge the entire time.
How will I learn to trust again, to open up my heart, when such travistry I have
experienced so many times. Perhaps in time my wounds will heal, maybe then I
will open my heart again, but warily protected by a shield of steel.
I found some old pictures of us that I thought were lost.
In an old book called memories that you had bought.
I remember your smile the day you gave it to me.
You said we’d make our own book like that for the world to see.
It wasn’t long after that when you had left.
It’s a book that will never get finished that I must accept.
I would let it find its way back to you if I knew where it could be sent.
Cleaning out our past has left me exhausted with my mind spent.
No I’ve never been good with good-bye.
So glad that the night can conceal the pain in my eyes.
Wish I could give you back your life and your last breath.
So I could tell you so many feelings that I have that I need to express.
No I’ve never been good with good-bye.
Sitting alone by this fire here tonight.
I can’t find reason to why you were taken from my side.
I know like the angel you are you have taken flight.
Just here hoping you hear my broken good-bye.
I love how you haunt me when I’m sleeping.
Yet when I wake my heart is once again left to bleed.
Your voice sings as I sit back and watch us on old videos.
I’ve been crawling these walls thinking of how to let you go.
I put the scent of your perfume on our bed once again.
I know at some point soon this will have to end.
There is no question that in my heart your memory will never die.
I’ve just never been good with saying good-bye.
No I’ve never been good with good-bye.
So glad the night can conceal the pain in my eyes…..
Form:
My box of memories holds everything I have left of you. I keep it close cause its filled with
little pieces of each one of you. The things inside are little pieces of my heart folders, papers
and some of your art. When I open them it pulls on my heart and when I read them,
sometimes I fall apart. Sometimes tears fall from deep inside my heart, just remembering a
time from long ago. When your smile was always like my rainbow, painting beautiful colors
where ever you would go. But my rainbows colors faded long ago, its hard to see even the
faintest glow. Because it was washed away long ago.
Form:
My entire life,
I have gone through the list.
The only ones that love me, still
have been the ones that have hurt me,
and i forgive, and forgive.
A bottomless pitt of giving.
Will i always have to pay a price?
Another heart wound, another theft
another lie, another hurt.
To trust, and give freely, is stupid
it costs me everything.
I am no christian,
to let them crucify me, self sacrificial.
And they say, I need boundaries
and self love, to care for myself first,
to have anything to give.
The boundaries make me angry,
unforgiving, my heart closes
my inspiration dies, my soul is quiet
and doesnt speak to me
I am even more alone....
It hurts to know that you're gone
It hurts to think I didn't get to talk to you before you were taken
my heart is crushing, my mind is going crazy
their both trying to answer the question"what can i do?"
it hurts to know that I'll only be seeing you in my dreams now
my heart an my mind cry out " what can I do?!"
as they cry out, tears flow out
Its just hurts to know that you're gone
Dedicated to Kayla Wells 1991-1008
I heard today on the radio news
about diet soda's bodily abuse
yesterday's bit, a blood-soaked whack
about my likely acute heart attack
I remember well my last cigarette
years peeled away, never to get
back to an ever longer life
cutting truth with sharpened knife
that too much carbs will metabolize
my body to twice it's natural size
and also, all that fat I'm ingesting
will contribute to my heart arresting
crossing against a light, the J-walk trot
seems so pedestrian, could hurt...a lot
some terrorist's bomb, a flash done quick
more preferable than linger, diseased and sick
or maybe the decades old saccharine
that I used to drink will do me in
or a cranial aneurysm, a stroke ungenius
a wikileak bloody, arterial or venous
my cell phone may irradiate my head
and leave me the message that I'm dead
tomorrow something will, I'm sure be found
to insure that I'm no longer around
until then I'll continue on my path
trying to avoid the Angel of Death's wrath
will several billion or so, patient souls
remember that they have little control
so could just one notice, I'm the absentee
and remember something was the death of me
© Goode Guy 2011-05-24
Many tears fell to her name, many
sunrises I saw awaiting her call
Childish, all but sincere a heart may break
and get lost but never forgets
Stolen emotions built upon doubt, only the
soul goes but not the heart
Today you smile on your feet yet your
heart hides behind your tounge
Where were you when I fell, when I
needed you most
Where were you when tears rained from
my soul
You don't have to be with someone to love
them its what you said
You say my love wasn't fake, but more
fake is the mask you wear as you pretend
As you pretend to have found love, when
all you have found is but companionship
You seek and if to find, and you speak as if
you no lomger pain
Aged are the lies that sweep beneath you
Integrity you once knew
Love perhaps never
Do your life as i will do mine
Til never,
A heart unknown
U (dj)
A faint memory of the times
together
A constant reminder of what i
lost
U
Left a giant hole where my
heart was
Took away everything
Him(Caspar)
I found u in the midst of my
sorrow
Just telling me i was loved filled
what was hollow
Him
Laughing with me
The one person i wish i could
see
Me(Latin elf)
Now my heart is patched up u
come back and rip it up
Now im broken again just
waiting to be fixed
Me
Hopes and dream are set aside
Wishin to get back whats mine
Him
He came and filled my cup
Told me i was loved
Held my broken heart carefully
in his hands
As i slowly stood back up
Dustin my self off
I looked up
I saw his heart before he took
mine
And now we are so Devine
Thank you for holding me
Thank you for helping me
With in these few days i have
came to know
Who i can gladly call Caspar
So u see thanks to u i have
found me
My Sorrow is too great
You were sick for so long
Why'd you make me wait
To sing my sorrow's song
When they said you wouldn't heal
My heart broke in two
Nothing could explain the way I feel
I am much worse than blue
I will miss you dearly
As I go from day to day
I hold you in my heart most sincerely
For your memory will never fade away
Author's note: This was written Dec. 29, 1993 in loving memory
of Opal Wyatt my grandmother. I was 15 years old when it was written.
She died of cancer of the spinal cord.