Pain Chasing Poems

Chasing rainbows

When all hope just seems to fade,
When the darkness throws more shade,
When your heart can't catch a break,
Negativity you can't shake...no more


Bridge
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I am a traveler in this life,
Drifting through days and nights,
Chasing dreams and fading stars,
Hoping to find my place, my bars.

The world is vast, and...

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I've tried a million times to reach the same stage
Facing the same lights 
Burning at the same pace

Whatever was left of me, got designated to...

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Finding the existence of something which never existed,
Heart went on and on despite the mind staunchly resisted,
'Kind-heartedness' was the one considered to be vulnerable,
'Presence of...

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Varying tactics to deftest tongues, 
I find it a futile taxing of tired lungs; 
She hears finer tropes with disdain, 
And loves lips that deal...

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Striving to obtain all lofty goals set,
while dwelling not upon those never met.
Refusing to quit and staying the course,
getting up from the dust and back...

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I spent so long chasing scars so I'd have more pain to write about
I needed new scars so I had more pain to fight out
It's...

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In the dark corner of your eyes so faded,
See the life threw a glass of shattered wages. 
Using those to create a world with wrong...

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Chasing the moon round and round,
Never catching a glimpse of you,
As darkness falls on my dewy ground
You're under a bright sky of crystal blue.

When Mars...

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Lured by the glamor, she chases a dream
and exchanges home for a life more extreme.
For, tolerated by society,
high-priced call girls project propriety.

Easily enticed by the...

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There is a vile brutality to love
A beauty in sufferin & disease
There is a tinkerin madness
An eternity to fleetin seasons
We find a wholeness in lack
A...

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Chasing my shadows
And I'm afraid
The lingering pain 
Is driving me insane.

I'm losing control
Of things in my life
And in the mist of it all
I have no...

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Where's the pencil I placed on my pillow
Where's the script I tucked away 
for the way I scribbled it down was all wrong
for the way...

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I'm not a saint though I compel myself to be one
I'm not a sinner, no, yet I can't outrun the ideology
Ascending into descension or am...

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