Did I exist before I came—
To Time’s reluctant Door—
Or was I but a voiceless Name—
In Silence—evermore?
The cradle of a Nothing vast—
Where neither Breath nor Form—
No Heart to quicken—nor to fast—
No Memory—to warm.
Yet here—I stand—amid the Grass—
The Moon—observes my stay—
She lifts her Lantern as I pass—
And will—when I—decay.
If Death returns me to that Place—
That hollow, unbegun—
I must bestow—while in the Race—
Some kindness—til it’s done.
Compassion—like a secret Fire—
Illumes the darkened air—
Empathy—becomes the Choir—
Where none—may yet Despair.
The Sky receives my trembling Word—
It vanishes—like Rain—
But Love once uttered—will be heard—
Beyond the mortal Plain.
So let me weigh my brief Estate—
As Stars record my Breath—
And make my Living adequate—
To justify my Death.
I like Pain!
Panacea and I are the same
We co exist with pain,!
Since i was often used to cover up a pain,!
Just like a panacea,. Im a goddess of cure
A solution to every hard problem they may have,!
Regardless of what disease it carries...
afflictions to any...
Difficulties to bear...
You dont need to worry...
For you got me,. as a remedy.!
You dont need to believe if i exist!
Panacea comes from different sizes and form,!
So if you seek for me, just know...
All you need is follow, where the pain is,...
And there i am.... a goddess of remedies
People look for an answer that has been underneath our nose,
What does it mean to live? Why do we have to acknowledge him?
Why is it wrong to be an image of his light?
The one that can move the stars and mountains.
We live in a world of chaos and one the other side, peace.
Which side will you choose?
The one that created you or the one that will destroy you?
We don’t exist in this world for the satisfaction of man but to
Ignite our souls to others, God please let me be an instrument of thy peace.
I might not be perfect but who else do I turn to when I feel the chaos caving inside of me?
We exist because an entity wanted us to exist.
My stomach hurts
My ears are ringing
I belt, in bursts
Obnoxious singing
I can’t say why
Or if it helps
I can’t just cry
And lose myself
My kids are watching
Many others too
My life, I’m botching
Must hide it from you
I can’t be real
For, if I am
The layers peel
I’m just a sham
My shaking knees
And itchy wrists
I can’t be free
If I exist
Is my life a toy, tossed in the hands of fate?
Pulled apart by cruelty, yet I refuse to break.
If not vindictive, then why this cold disdain?
Am I merely dust beneath your twisted game?
You cast me aside like whispers in the wind,
Unseen, unheard, dismissed without regret.
But I exist beyond your silent rage,
A storm too fierce for you to forget.
Do I not matter in your grand vendetta,
When my hands have never spilled deceit?
Yet you sharpen knives against my back,
A war waged for sins I did not meet.
Crucify me? How convenient your illusion,
To paint me villain while you wear the throne.
But I dance through your fire with a jester’s grin,
Mocking the chains you dare to impose.
Let them fear my laughter in the dark,
Let them choke on the echoes they create.
For I am no puppet in their cruel charade,
I am the poet of my own fate.
So call me fool, call me weak, call me lost,
But watch me rise while they remain bound.
The joke is theirs to bear alone—
I hold the pen, and rewrite the sound.
I exist in liminal spaces
Forever in the shade despite my longing to be warmed by the sun
A foggy filter laying over every scene before me
I'm always in love with life, in love with death and crushed by everything in between
Flightless
Delighted by beauty and plagued by sadness
Only birds can get close to God I whisper pushing my fingers through the veil
I wonder do I still exist
Do those things once known persist
Am I now still stoic and proud
In these days is this allowed
Am I defined by what happens to me
Or what I do in a will that is free
And then how do I measure up
When others feast and take their sup.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I have learned to exist in the shadows, to slip through glances,
To be invisible in a crowd of faces, a different face for every room,
A sweet smile for strangers, a false tenderness for lovers,
A deep silence that echoes in my soul, an emptiness I keep only for myself.
I have been everything they wanted to see in me, a sculpture shaped by expectations,
But never something I could live with,
A collection of roles, a theater of others' desires, an echo without its own voice,
A soul that cannot find its place in the mirror of lies I've worn.
I wonder if I will ever find that corner of peace where I exist alone,
Where I can strip away the masks that are not mine,
To look myself in the eyes of sincerity and accept my imperfections,
To learn to live not just for others, but to be myself, to be whole.
I see a tree in front of my window
It has a strong root on its bellow
It looks greener than tomorrow
Once it looked grey like sorrow
The sky looks bright again
My window is clear and unstrained
I see clouds smiling in the vain
Maybe the rain washed all the stain
As I'm walking in my feet
As I'm seeing all my deeds
As I'm hearing all the sounds
I touch the pace that is unbound
I smile through the beauty of nature
There's a version of me waiting in future
So I nurture the time that is immemorial
Because she might not feel all of its appeal
Just like today, tomorrow and the day after
I will walk with the memories I gather
There will be a part that is irresistible
There will be a chapter where I'm incapable
So I should smile a little more
I should hear the sea shore
Admiring the present isn't tough
Because I exist in the people I love
The most heartbreaking thing in a mother's life
Is the that you are made to feel even though you are a mother of three and you are a wife
It doesn't make you feel good and it breaks your heart
When the 3 children that you gave life to
Acts like to them you don't exist and that all that you ever did for them wasn't even real
They happily post all kinds of things pictures and stuff online
But look back on social media through the years
Not one picture of me with the family you will never find
It's like they forgot they are mine
All i see is hurtful I can't even hold back the tears
I know uI wasn't the best of moms but I did the best I could
I'm only human like everyone else I made mistakes and bad choices and if I could be given a chance to go back and change the past I wouldn't hesitate change everything then I really would
But I can't help but wonder after so many years that my kids could hold such a grudge
I don't even know what I had done wrong but none of them have the right to judge
The most heartbreaking thing in a mother's life
Is the that you are made to feel even though you are a mother of three and you are a wife
It doesn't make you feel good and it breaks your heart
When the 3 children that you gave life to
Acts like to them you don't exist and that all that you ever did for them wasn't even real
They happily post all kinds of things pictures and stuff online
But look back on social media through the years
Not one picture of me with the family you will never find
It's like they forgot they are mine
All i see is hurtful I can't even hold back the tears
I know uI wasn't the best of moms but I did the best I could
I'm only human like everyone else I made mistakes and bad choices and if I could be given a chance to go back and change the past I wouldn't hesitate change everything then I really would
But I can't help but wonder after so many years that my kids could hold such a grudge
I don't even know what I had done wrong but none of them have the right to judge
The most heartbreaking thing in a mother's life
Is the that you are made to feel even though you are a mother of three and you are a wife
It doesn't make you feel good and it breaks your heart
When the 3 children that you gave life to
Acts like to them you don't exist and that all that you ever did for them wasn't even real
They happily post all kinds of things pictures and stuff online
But look back on social media through the years
Not one picture of me with the family you will never find
It's like they forgot they are mine
All i see is hurtful I can't even hold back the tears
I know uI wasn't the best of moms but I did the best I could
I'm only human like everyone else I made mistakes and bad choices and if I could be given a chance to go back and change the past I wouldn't hesitate change everything then I really would
But I can't help but wonder after so many years that my kids could hold such a grudge
I don't even know what I had done wrong but none of them have the right to judge
The most heartbreaking thing in a mother's life
Is the that you are made to feel even though you are a mother of three and you are a wife
It doesn't make you feel good and it breaks your heart
When the 3 children that you gave life to
Acts like to them you don't exist and that all that you ever did for them wasn't even real
They happily post all kinds of things pictures and stuff online
But look back on social media through the years
Not one picture of me with the family you will never find
It's like they forgot they are mine
All i see is hurtful I can't even hold back the tears
I know uI wasn't the best of moms but I did the best I could
I'm only human like everyone else I made mistakes and bad choices and if I could be given a chance to go back and change the past I wouldn't hesitate change everything then I really would
But I can't help but wonder after so many years that my kids could hold such a grudge
I don't even know what I had done wrong but none of them have the right to judge
The most heartbreaking thing in a mother's life
Is the that you are made to feel even though you are a mother of three and you are a wife
It doesn't make you feel good and it breaks your heart
When the 3 children that you gave life to
Acts like to them you don't exist and that all that you ever did for them wasn't even real
They happily post all kinds of things pictures and stuff online
But look back on social media through the years
Not one picture of me with the family you will never find
It's like they forgot they are mine
All i see is hurtful I can't even hold back the tears
I know uI wasn't the best of moms but I did the best I could
I'm only human like everyone else I made mistakes and bad choices and if I could be given a chance to go back and change the past I wouldn't hesitate change everything then I really would
But I can't help but wonder after so many years that my kids could hold such a grudge
I don't even know what I had done wrong but none of them have the right to judge
The most heartbreaking thing in a mother's life
Is the that you are made to feel even though you are a mother of three and you are a wife
It doesn't make you feel good and it breaks your heart
When the 3 children that you gave life to
Acts like to them you don't exist and that all that you ever did for them wasn't even real
They happily post all kinds of things pictures and stuff online
But look back on social media through the years
Not one picture of me with the family you will never find
It's like they forgot they are mine
All i see is hurtful I can't even hold back the tears
I know uI wasn't the best of moms but I did the best I could
I'm only human like everyone else I made mistakes and bad choices and if I could be given a chance to go back and change the past I wouldn't hesitate change everything then I really would
But I can't help but wonder after so many years that my kids could hold such a grudge
I don't even know what I had done wrong but none of them have the right to judge
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