Best Recovery From...Day Poems
I’ve seen all the hurt that you’ve been through
Written By Dean Masciarelli
August 9, 2010 (7:00pm)
I’ve seen all the hurt that you’ve been through
Because its been little over two years now
Since my heart was literally broken in two
And I want you to know that I truly feel for you
Because I know what it is like to feel like you do
Because its like an emptiness that starts to take
over every ounce of your
being as it slowly begins to consume your soul
And you constantly ask yourself
What have I ever done to deserve all of this sorrow
And I wish that there was a way that I could comfort you
But I don’t have the right answers to give to you
All I can say is that it is a big bad world out there
So just try to take each day one day at a time until you finally recover
Of course there will be some days that will be much harder then others
Because there will be a part of you that will wish that you were still together
But you have to remind yourself what you shared together is finally over
Just remember that an angel will always be watching over your shoulder
Until you are able to get your composure back together
And then a day will come when everything will be much brighter then it ever was before
Because someone will come around that will love you and truly believe in forever
Because they will be searching for all the same things that you have been searching for
And that’s when you can finally say that the good Lord had brought the two of you together
So that the two of you can spend the rest of your lives truly being happy with each other
So that you can finally forget about all the hurt and all the sorrow that you had been
through before
Because the good Lord came through and he answered every prayer that you had ever prayed for
In Bluebeard's castle I kicked open all the windows
With a dead man by my side
Countless women, locked up asunder
Were freed when that castle crumbled
But I still had to wait out the ending
With the stench of my years of slaving
Taking the dreading, the sickening
Feeling of constantly weakening...
As if the mothers of all the men
Of such deeds understood and pitied
Their darlings or... They
Granted me a proposal and a payoff
For all the blues and the grizzly days
And I saw one day of blue skies.
Stalked yet in my dreams
Their heads kept growing--but
My one day is better than their eternity
Because I wake up and shake off
All those fearful days.
Say their fool you are just a tool
I’m the monkey on your back
From the day you were born
I have cut you no slack
Your deepest fear I’m always here
Just one shot away
To slide that needle into your vein
Spinning the world away
Your wooden beast, I’m your feast
I know you feel my call
I just live here in the shadows
Waiting for you to fall
Write your write trying to fight
What is a part of you
But in the end know my friend
You and I are not through
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The hell we aren't, never again.
I have no idea if a monkey is a
Wooden beast but after being a
junkie inside and out for over
twenty years this is a fear that
is a part of my everyday. I praise
God for another day clean.
Written for Matt's contest, mj
You look over she has a smile
But you don't realize the pain inside her
She laughs and plays til the day goes away
Just a normal kid you would think
But behind those laughs and smiles
You wouldn't know she's a survivor
From a disease that took everything but her spirit
When people thought it was too late
A miracle happen that day
She made it through sitting in the hopsital room
Behind those laughs and smiles
You wouldn't know she's a survivor
Breathe, think of this day as a unique core
Reflect and feel the scent around
Words may never express or make you adore
The life you conspire and others view as their mound
Let life greet you to explore
Think of those who bear the weight with fairground
Love, reflect, and open all closed doors
Stop complaining, faith in life goes around
Breathe, think of this day no more
Let your troubles be gone and never rewound
This day has just began and you can let it be ashore
Please take a step, don’t let yourself be drowned!
Fight the ocean that sinks you and keep it indoor
Guard your thoughts and make it resound
Swim and get to all things you are looking for
This is a day to cry no more!
Breathe, breathe like nothing you’ve done before
Open your eyes and avoid the things that are earthbound
Accept reality and all of its hardcore
To find yourself , and let yourself be found
Dum de Dum
I play all day long, while strumming my black and grey tented guitar into a funky tune
A vibration of eagerness and excitement fills me, inside the pit of my stomach
My black painted smooth lips lift off of my face, and into an upright motion
Already spread across my face in awe, I listen to the beat of the highs and lows
Stop,
Turn the music off
Play the guitar,
I'm mimicking the exact movements and sounds as Benjamin Burnley
As I sit strumming the guitar in a fast paste
Think,
I slow things down with my mind
I'm now at ease
Dum de Dum,
I sing along with the thrum of my guitar
I'm jumping up and all around, screaming and shouting
I'm on my knees kicking and enjoying this feeling I have right now
Stomp,
I stomp all over the place, letting all the anger in me flow into my music
Ahhh, I bark with enthusiasm
An evil grin spreads evenly across the yellow platform, just below my pierced nose
I'm enjoying this and a tear is forming inside of my eye socket, near a scar underneath
Oh' yes, it's about to happen
Here comes the bridge
Thump,
Clump,
Strum,
De boom
I'm near the end, now I'm lowering my head
And as I strum the last string that leads to a last beat
Bam, it hits me
I just played my way through this painful day of my aunt's death
I know my calling
I loved you with an intensity so powerful it was superman love,
An addiction so well sown that it fit me perfectly like my superman gloves,
Each time you were in trouble and called out my name,
I came to your rescue like Superman to Lois Lane ,
No matter what time day or night,
I was your superman ready to protect you, ready to fight,
I flew to your rescue to defend you against everything that threatened you,
I protected you, defended you no matter what I had to do,
When I had doubt I would quickly tuck it away underneath my gold belt,
I was superman, I could take care of whatever you dealt,
I was your superman love, and I was strong,
I was the hero, who rescued you all day long,
I had super human power, and I rescued you,
I could never admit how you brought me to my knees and broke me in two,
I was so busy flying to your rescue,
That I lost sight of myself in you,
Then one day I realized that my superman love was too good for you,
After all you had done, and still continued to do,
I realized that you didn’t want to be saved,
It was only power over me that you craved,
You lured me into thinking I was helping you,
You made me think, you would actually change too,
Instead you took off your mask, showed your true self as the villain,
At that point I realized who you were and I was not willing,
To be your superman, or rescue you anymore,
So I quickly crushed you, and kicked you out of my superman door
Today I was filled with anger,
Going down to the cyber,
In a path brewing brown smoke,
As if to look down upon me,
A four wheeled hissed chocolate smolder to my structure,
I couldn’t see a meter away,
Why do people have to act this way?
I know my standings,
That kind of abuse is far from humanity,
She stared through the tinted windows
With a mocking laughter,
My long slit leso skirt turned color,
I seemed barefooted with my sandals resembling the gravel,
I turned a mine digger that sooner,
My heart was frayed to pieces,
Bestowing the pain to all my cubicles,
Am tired of excuses from this life,
That deprives me sanity to live,
The monster is always there to destruct my peace,
No matter what I do is the same phase,
Am eating time to change this fate,
A day I will have my ride,
I won’t have to showcase my pride,
The day I offload this state of a beggar,
But still respect my roots altogether,
You don’t have to worry of the struggle,
Anticipate victory at the end of this gamble,
One day I’ll plane with you along,
Be sure that day I will ink a new song,
To remember the wrecked artery I have walked along
The day her life went astray
Just two days before her big day
Barely a teen, unaware of the battle soon to be seen
So adored by all, the first to be there for anyone about to fall
She now wakes up everyday just to find herself wondering why
Was it because of her past that she was destine to crash
She wakes up everyday
Simply to find herself wondering why
Each day the event becoming clearer
Like watching it unwillingly through a two-way mirror
Unable to stop the events about to unfold
He invades her mind, body and soul
Two days before her big day
She moves along emotionless
Her sixteenth birthday spent in bed wishing she were dead
Was it because of her path that she was destine to crash
Her life at the mercy of his will
Every sick desire she was forced to fulfill
Once so normal in every way, the last girl anyone thought would go astray
She wakes up everyday
Remembering how the were tears streaming down her face
Believing that now she was a complete disgrace
To weak to fight
She survived that torturous night by knowing it wasn’t right
She was tricked…
A repeat like him knew exactly what victim to pick
There was no going back
She then refused to let him derail her off the tracks
I wake up everyday
To find myself realizing there is no answer why
No longer harboring any part of the blame
No scarlet letter, no hidden shame
I get pleasure as he rots in an eight by ten cell
And I get to smile again knowing he is stuck in his own personal hell
He who stole something so dear from me
I can chuckle as he will never be free
How could I know,
that you were there but though
somehow I knew my mind had flown.
Perhaps we should have known.
The day before I sang our song
To tell you of my love .I was still so strong.
And then the pain came, in the dark of night
and I fell, brought down my chest was tight
My heart had gone and in one last breath
I seemed to know I was near death
But you were beside me there
Somehow I knew you were
You kept that death away
You gave your strength day after day
as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy
life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours
and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives
I know I’m not normal
In the sense I want to be
And I can’t make the world conformal
Or the center of it me
I lived day to day always in the same day
Caught in a mind I didn’t know
And I couldn’t will it drink it or drug it away
So I had to find some way to go
I went to the wife the doc and the shrink
Anywhere for some relief
All I was given was a little pill so pink
And told to take it with belief
It took a long time to get the right pill
To do what my mind needed of it
Then at last one worked and my mind got its’ fill
Yet I needed something more to get full benefit
Off to a rehab to learn to live anew
And learn how to re-think
So many things I had to learn to do
And the process would at times stink
The process has been painful the process slow
The trip has been a wild ride
But for all the troubles I’ve seen myself grow
And my smile is a mile wide
Today is the first day of tomorrow
So long to yesterday and the past it leaves behind
Through our childrens lives tomorrow never ends
but now the two of us are cast aside
Invulnerable to the petty nonsense we create
Just look into their eyes
and know here and now that its all for them
no more worrying about each others lies
Today is the first day of tomorrow
So long to yesterday and the past it leaves behind
Just think about their future and what it holds
For this we will always be intertwined
The love we began seven years ago now no longer shines
The focus now is the tomorrow of their tomorrow and the sparkles in their eyes
and know here and now thats its all for them
severed vows for me and you and all our ties that bind
Today is the first day of tomorrow
so long to yesterday and the path it leaves behind
Rebuilding lives and moving on
The two of us will never see eye to eye
This is my job, changing young minds;
showing them the route to numbers and rhymes,
giving them knowledge of a brand new day,
and how to kindly have their say.
I had no idea where the road would lead
when I was testing to see if she could read.
I can remember way back when
some of the things I thought had to be a sin.
A week into school I am sure I knew her plan,
But I was still on square one saying, "I just don't understand."
I knew my day would be a mess
when she ripped my paper and lost the test,
Yelled at Johnny and calling him a name,
telling Mary the way she looked was a pitfall shame.
What had I done? Is this what I deserve?
An eight year old to wreck my nerves,
And tell me "so" and you ain't my boss."
She was fighting back at any cost.
This child here I was suppose to teach,
but where I was standing she was impossible to reach.
I prayed for the day to quickly end,
for the thoughtsI had I can't defend.
Thinking that there was still a chance,
I turned to see her doing a dirty dance.
My eyes filled with tears and a visible sorrow,
At the frightening thought , that there was always tomorrow.
The little things that count
They say it?s the little things that count in life, well I decided to write this as I listen
to a man tell a story of choosing a little thing over his wife.
Crack cocaine, a little thing alright, a tiny little rock that you continue to chase and it
controls you night after night.
Blinded by the addiction and the short lived high, you become someone else, you?ll
do anything eventually, cheat, steal, lie.
Same sh$t day after day can have men sucking dick and they aint even gay.
Anything for this little thing, degradation, no self-love, getting used and abused.
Losing everything you once had, even your mind, your family, morals and values.
At the end of the day, you?re asking yourself why, you?re homeless, alone, straight
broken and all you can do is cry; you don?t want to feel so you continue to get high.
Insanity at its highest degree, so blinded by the chase, the lifestyle, this addiction,
you can?t see.
Can?t see reality, can?t hear the truth, and can?t feel sh$t. You wake up with
strangers constantly putting your life at risk.
If you?re lucky, you?ll survive this and recover. You?ll get your life back one day at a
time and no longer will you suffer.