My eyes are crying, a flood no one sees,
Each tear is a whisper, carried on the breeze.
They mourn for the moments that slipped through my hands,
For dreams turned to ashes, like forgotten sands.
In silence, they weep for the love that won’t bloom,
For shadows that linger in this empty room.
Each drop holds a story of anguish and loss,
Of a heart that’s been shattered, a soul that’s the cost.
They weep for the battles fought deep in the night,
For a spirit that falters, dimming the light.
In the depths of despair, they carry my screams,
For the hopes that have faded, for broken dreams.
My eyes cry for pieces of me that have died,
For the weight of this sorrow I cannot confide.
In the stillness, they bleed, a relentless decree,
A haunting reminder of the pain that is me.
Rowing Through The Pain
Row, Row, Row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily life is but a dream
Row, Row, Row your boat why can’t I scream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily perfections not how it seems
Row, Row, Row your boat forever never ends
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily my pain never mends
Over, Over, Over again until I go insane
Barely, Barely, Barely, Barely rowing through the pain
No, No, No you don’t go crying a river of tears
Hear me, Hear me, Hear me, Hear me crying for all these years
Cries sounds like reflecting on the emotional release
Crying cleansing power of tears
Having none no fears
Tears how they can reveal
Our true feelings and connection to our soul
Cries
Crying a cathartic experience
As we open up emotions we should reverence
Tears crying allowing us
To process and release emotions
Finding healing and renewal
"Crying eyes do not lie" resonates deeply –
Tears can speak volumes about our inner world.
These tears I shed are my soul and spirit
sighing
10/10/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
Crying a river
I need humility bad
Sky’s not the limit
My past self — dismal
The present moment’s vital
Now, I stand so tall
Earnest prudence shine
Like the autumn moon at night
Tonight, you’ll be mine…
I need to humble self
I want to not be prideful
Me, myself, I — no . . .
Yes to happiness
No more negativity
Not more, but less…
All the life, hearing cluttering of weapons is rough,
Being a single daughter is tough.
Last I remember, you held me when I was six,
I was injured and you were trying to fix.
Mama died saving me, I needed immediate attention,
But your one stare and even at that tender age, I was an addition to your tension.
I felt like that day not only my mother but also my father was cremated,
For nothing remained the same after that day - ill fated.
Years passed, the distance between us grew,
Had it been ten years ago, it would have been new.
You don't answer my calls anymore,
My ears dried waiting to be called just once more.
Your missions now last for days , weeks or even months.
I waited, waited for you to get over your grief and say "Mi amore, papa missed his little girl"
Alas! I grew up, not being treated like a pearl.
With me now lying in my pool of blood,
You might be holding me close to your chest and crying a flood.
But..... You got late, Dad
There was no other option 'your little princess' had.
Loved you so much Dad, that neither words can express nor you can guess.
Little heart, but diamond kind
A heart, just live in the life; in the air, in the sky, in the ground, and the hell’s life
The poor heart is alone, not humankind, the wind of life takes everywhere this heart
Little kind of heart, but a great flower of emotions, like the radiation of the sun’s life
A loving heart, just a living memory of the life, still on, but the pain in the heart of the heart
… kills this little heart; yes. This heart is a living dead, a dead, in the life’s cemetery. A kind
Our world is only an illusion, but so painful – maybe there is no illusion – crying a little heart
Little heart, little heart, just stay a little heart; the rays of your petals are blown further…
… by the wind…, stay always a little diamond heart kind, and teach to the world; love kind
Little heart, little heart, the only heart, remember me, and I give you to God for life; bye…
… bye
In the quiet depths where sorrows reside
A melody of tears, a silent choir
Each droplet, a note in emotions' tide
Crystal beads on cheeks, a poet's lyre
Reflections of moments, memories entire
In the quiet depths where sorrows reside
A river of emotions, a soul's entire
A cleansing rain, a release, a requiem's fire
Each droplet, a note in emotions' tide
The beauty in crying, a paradox, inspire
A vulnerable strength, a spirit to admire
In the quiet depths where sorrows reside
As tears fall gently, like a whispered desire
A dance of healing, emotions conspire
Each droplet, a note in emotions' tide
a cry is a crime shame
a laugh is a crime shame
a laugh is a laughter of a crime shame
a laugh cry a laughter
laugh is laughing at a crying laughter
laugh is laughing at a crime shame
a shame is a crying shame
a crime shame is a crying shame
a drop of tear is a drop of laughter
a tear is a tear of laughter
a tear is a tear drop of laughter
a cry is a tear drop of a cry
a cry is a tear drop of a laughter
cry is crying a laughter
cry is crying a crime shame
a cry is a bloody cry
a cry is a bloody crime
a cry is a bloody laughter
a blood is a blood of crime
a bloody crime is a bloody cry
a crime is a bloody shame
Crying a flood of tears,
Always having those fears
Of trusting others.
Life still dissatisfying even with brothers.
Cutting one self open,
Writing with blood.
Always feeling lonely and homely,
Hopelessly waiting
For the one & only,
So hurt...
Believing that everything is deceiving,
Thinking that she's only dreaming...
Killing just to see if she
Will go into her true awakening.
Bloody writings,
Left behind,
Writing in blood saying,
"There is no point in living."
She was one of a kind,
So now they wonder,
Why writing in blood
Was all she left behind.
It's so much better when I'm asleep, cause I don't have to feel. When I'm awake again knowing all the problems are real.
I wish the pain was not so deep, and poisoning my mind. Expression of feeling and crying, a ghost that follows behind.
My sadness is overwhelming and needs a place to go. People expect you to be strong and feelings to not show.
I am blessed with what I have, and to that I hold very dear. I will always be grateful for those in my life that are so close and near.
A new year is approaching and denotes a new chapter for all. For me its the beginning of another dark place, the writing is on the wall.
My only hope is to stay strong within and carry on every day. Maybe in time the sadness will eventually drift away.
Thankyou to those who care, and carry me along. I can only try and keep the faith and make myself more strong.
I send my love to those that know that this relates to you. Also for those that care and hold those that need to be carried too.
Be kind to those that need the strength, including myself to help others. Keep in mind that it can be anyone in need, not just those tired mothers.
Maryanne.x
This morning I could not see the sunrise
I even couldn't walk on the sunshine
I didn't see any stars in the vast skies
I have not yet reached the moonshine!
Could you tell me, where is my babe?
How's doing my love, tell me please!
Oh my sweetheart, can you hear me?
I'm talking to you, listen to me please!
Ah, after crying a lot I had nightmares
I can't sleep yet, I'm worried about you
Do you believe in One like I do, do you?
What'll happen to us, that's my scares!
Can you see my faith, that's a promise!
I can read your pious heart, oh darling
Love is blooming there with the rousing.
I am waiting for the heavenly surprise!
"It's hard to love a black man
For 400 to 500 years
It's hard to love a black man
He's been imprison
By sometimes a bigoted Humanity
It's hard to love a black man
Other brothers have inhibited
Oh ! what was me
What if God was black would you still be an atheist
What if your father were black would you be legitimate
What if your mother were black will you be worth it unworthy And in all would you heed the call
Swallow your indifferences your ooh's your aha's
In your eyes those hurts to regret their jealousies you lose the negativities you choose open your eyes
Why is it hard to love a black man
And what is his worth
Why! did God create him a species of dark and dirt
His soul is spoil his heart glisson's
Yet his fellow brother and some other Shades no longer or have you ever listened
I am crying a one man I'm color
We are all brothers be it on Gray brown white tan or black I am First I Am a Son of God and I have deserve respect from my fellow man
NO one loves me cuz I'm black racism what if my skin was white as a little 5 year old boy of color I'd never understood no one loves a black man"
5/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Freezed, all is still, quiet and slow
Our earth is deprived of motion
We are struck down this bottomless hole,
by a brainless virus with deadly notion.
Melancholy traveling,
through uncovered sneeze
All feet trembling,
Covid-19 suspended in the breeze
Oh! How fast it crosses every lane
Pacing like cheetah through our doors
All is rendered frail, for freedom failed again
Alas!! Our world is tasting another war.
We are living in total fear,
crying a million rivers.
What good are our tears,
if not shed with little prayers?
Save your world and mine
Cover up your cough and sneeze
Put all other measures in line,
Spread awareness till this war is ceased.
~Stranja depoet
A knife stab on a man
Hurts as much on a kid
He has to remain mum
A brave face to cede
A woman on his side, on the other a son
Two souls to shield, emotions never freed
He has strength to lift a tonne
And more to make his tears recede
He holds the tears back like a dam
When his boiling anger feeds
His heartbreak may have no span
But he won’t flip a lid
Lucid is heartbreak to a woman
It is heart dust to a man crushed to plead
A moon ray in the absence of the sun
Sparkles a tear drop on his eyelid
When the world looks away he becomes human
Allows his tears to flow and dilute his bleeding
He knows crying a river killed no one
But bleeding a river did
Never Knew and Was Naïve
Never knew what happened and was naïve,
And even though we did grieve and grieve;
Got caught,
Crying a lot;
So sadly we had ended up having to leave.
Jim Horn
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