The soul's deep, emotional, wailing pain;
No one sees that it reigned in with sin.
The dire need for this emotional pain
To wane arises again and again.
The evil sin contained refuses to leave its domain.
When will the stalking of this emotional pain finally end?
Sometimes it’s better
to stay in the dark
and let no light in.
Because light sees everything—
the cracks I try to hide,
the wounds beneath my skin,
the pieces of me
I keep buried deep.
In the darkness,
I don’t have to pretend
that I’m okay.
I can disappear
between the shadows
and breathe
without anyone asking why.
Maybe darkness isn’t always the enemy.
Maybe sometimes
it is the only place
where pain
doesn’t have to explain itself.
But somewhere beyond the black,
there is still a light waiting.
And I’m not sure
if I’m ready to face it.
Not yet.
For now,
let me sit here
where the darkness knows my name.
She looked alive, her eyes would gleam
But buried deep was every dream
A thousand nights, no one could hear,
Her pain would bleed through every seam
They saw her smile and called her strong,
But never knew her silent theme
They broke her soul behind closed doors,
Then left her floating in a stream
No bruises shown, no shattered glass,
Just quiet wars beneath the beam
The world moved on, her voice stayed trapped,
Inside her ribs, the deadly scheme
Silent Scream
The never ending feeling of pain
As the giant ball rises up into my throat
Spiralling into an epitome of low
How can love be so cruel?
I watch as you take my soul, my mind, my everything, my nothing
Will I ever survive this cruel game we play?
To those who’ve walked this road alone,
With hearts that ache and minds that roam,
A void where guidance should have been,
A silence loud, a secret sin.
Your steps were small, but dreams were wide,
Yet shadows came, no hand to guide.
In every tear, in every fight,
You’ve found your strength in darkest night.
No father’s voice to calm your fear,
No words of love to draw you near.
But know this truth, through every pain,
You’re not defined by what you’ve gained.
For strength, dear soul, is in your heart,
A warrior’s fire, a work of art.
Your worth is not in what you lack,
But in the courage to come back.
So rise again, with all your might,
Turn every storm into your light.
The world may not have shown you how,
But you will teach them, here and now.
You are not lost, though you’ve been tossed,
In time, you’ll find your path across.
And when you do, let this be known
You’ve never truly been alone.
I feel the chill of her marble hands gripping tight around my heart, She breathes pain and spits misery upon all who surround her.
Her eyes like hollow vessels like a vase abandoned by its flowers.
Her soul is lost within time and picked clean by the vultures of sorrow.
She embraces me.
She accepts me.
She is me.
I am her.
Emotional Separation
You and I are locked into a long life covenant with God
My emotions seem to be the only control I got
They say through the ups and downs love grows stronger
The more we learn about each other our hearts grow fonder
Throughout the years that hasn't been the case with us
Helping our love to grow is a topic we constantly discuss
I don't have anymore fight within me to try to win you over
The pain is unbearable when you give me the cold shoulder
I'm tired of taking the blame for your changed emotions
I can only be so strong while maintaining godly devotion
We're strangers when we are supposed to be lovers
My emotional separation is what you will later discover
When the heart cries, the eyes well up,
Heavy with feelings long confined.
When the heart bleeds, the eyes go blind,
Choked by sorrow undefined.
When the heart cries, the eyes shudder,
Shaken by grief behind the grace—
Bitterness born on a lover’s shoulder,
In a restless search for a tender place.
When the heart cries, the eyes release
The pain of reckless, fragile love—
Nurtured in silence, grown from fear,
Now aching from what it’s made of.
When the heart cries, the eyes grow dim,
Lost in a fog of silent despair.
Emotions swell along love’s rail,
Calm as a child in dreamless air.
When the heart, like the belly, takes in too much—
Hungering still, though overfilled—
It swells like a balloon with every touch,
Yet aches for more, unmet and stilled.
When the heart cries, the eyes cry out,
Weary of silence, unmet need.
Jejune replies to aching calls
Leave tenderness to wilt and bleed.
When the heart cries, the eyes grow tired,
Longing for days of softer light—
When trees were green, the winds were kind,
And love was gentle, pure, and right.
Betrayal's Hell
There seems to be no end to this eternal flame. It's bite on my skin, it burns with pain.
There was once hope, as bright as light, but now I am one that is cast out into darkness.
Betrayal's worm does borrows through my mind, Its memory stings. Its thoughts do sear.
I am now bound in betrayal's bottomless pit. Its weight, it does press against my chest. My bones, they are crushed beneath its shadow.
I am now in despair. I am in its tight grasp. Oh, the hell from betrayal.
He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.
She wasn’t just a chapter —
she was the entire book
he never finished,
because he kept rereading
the parts where she smiled.
He built a world around her absence,
talked to her like she still listened
in the silence of 3 a.m. walls,
replied to old messages
just to feel alive in the ruins.
But to her,
he was a moment —
a page she turned
without reading twice,
a sentence that never made her pause.
He broke quietly,
in places she never looked.
While she moved on,
light-footed,
as if his love was never heavy enough to hold her.
He was waiting
in the story she left behind.
And she —
she never looked back
to see if it ended.
My parents didn’t teach me love—
I learned it from the silence.
My mother never asked
why my eyes were red.
She looked,
but never really saw.
My father only noticed me
when I made a mistake.
Love,
in our house,
was conditional.
Thin.
Breakable.
Absent.
So I taught myself
how to hug my own shoulders
when no one else reached out.
How to whisper "it's okay"
when the shouting outside
made the inside of me tremble.
I learned to wipe my own tears
before they stained the floor,
before someone saw
and called it weakness.
I held my own hand
when the weight of the world
pressed down like a roof caving in.
I taught myself how to survive—
how to exist
in a house that never
felt like home.
And I survived.
But at what cost?
I am that night which is full of darkness,
Neither the moon is my companion, nor the stars have any existence.
Every corner cries a story inside me,
But no one listens, everyone waits for the morning.
I have cold sobs in my lap,
Shadows of broken dreams.
People say I am scary,
But how do they know, how true I am.
Every light starts from me,
But no one ever calls me a destination.
I sleep every day wearing pain,
And spread out for the smile of the morning.
Only the one who has gone through my depths,
Knows how silent but alive I am.
I am that night which burns itself,
So that others can get a peaceful sleep.
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They never saw me—not really.
Only the outline I traced in the halls,
A whisper of denim and shy glances,
A ghost who smiled too politely.
They passed notes like grenades,
Laughed too loudly
When the silence was breaking me.
I wore their words like a second skin—
Tight, blistering,
But invisible to them.
You asked if I was okay once—
But your eyes flicked away
Before the truth had a chance to crawl out.
Still,
That was kind,
Compared to the others
Who carved their stories into my name
Without ever asking for mine.
I screamed,
But only inside,
Where echoes get lost
In the ribcage's corners.
And when I disappeared,
They asked,
“Why didn’t she say something?”
As if silence isn’t something we’re taught
By the ones who pretend
They’re listening.
Poems request that I be authentic.
I am unsure my pen can take it.
I live life as an emotional sayer,
but should I now reveal each layer
my blood will spill upon this paper.
I have sought to give life tender smiles
while enduring heart wrenching trials.
I have glued events found fragile
into some matter I can handle.
I have not once run or pretended,
or taken pain and tried to bend it,
for one truth grew – my Father sent it.
To have peace, I must befriend it
or, God forgive, I must end it.
One small second is all powerful
and all it took to destroy all I knew.
It did not eclipse past tears lived thru,
but forever altered pain’s known hue.
Here I am, at the mid-century mark
searching out a new life for my heart.
Such desires are not easily caught.
The universe bruised, we constantly fought.
Life injures, it will hurt and blister.
Then there is joy, the sweetest kisser,
and for that I am still prompted on,
longing for fear-notes to leave my song.
Sadness revealed my spiritual soul,
took it thru hell to achieve its goal.
Each hurt is a small grain of my total pain,
so raw and brave behind my human name.
In shadowed depths where silence wraps its cloak,
My heart, once strong, now aches in quiet plea,
For love’s lost light, a fading, gentle smoke,
Has left me cold and longing to be free.
You came like dawn, a promise of the spring,
But left me caught in winter’s cruel embrace,
Your words were warmth, yet now a bitter sting,
Each memory a ghost I must replace.
In tender dreams, I sought a love so true,
Yet found instead a storm of endless tears,
Where once was joy, now only skies of blue,
And echoes of the pain from all those years.
Oh, grant me peace, release this mournful score,
For in my heart, I cannot bear to cry more.
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