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It is like the world is colluding.
To erase the memories that once wandered free.
I sometimes plan to go back.
And feel the scars forming all over again- as if being attacked.
Because the scarring memories are worse than the emotional pain.
Trying to prevent future guilt was all in vain.
If only I could stop the internal arguments.
That haunts me and taunts me like an eternal sunset.
But there is hope as I gather the shards.
Of patience that shattered when I was dealt random cards.
And I can find a new way to be free.
From the short-sightedness that blocked my path like a shadowy tree.
With mistakes that follow just behind and a wait that circles ahead.
I shall plow through this crisis before my worry can turn to dread.
Scars won’t heal
Love can’t solve inner lust with
a prejudice heart
Pain can only be solved by
anomalous feeling
Happiness won’t last without
desire for one’s heart
Sorrow only fills the void with
unapt options with time
Lust won’t solve love if love
isn’t present within the heart
Death is temporary although lasts
for eternity
Passion isn’t love, lust or admiration
it’s simply exceeding inept truth of
emotional pain
Life is eternal without love,lust passion or feelings
Be mindful of your soul
at all levels of oneself
Ascertain throughout life with
all passions gaining upon you
Stay true loyal and amorous
towards one soul
As death draws near sing
ones life bereavement
Letting your soul omit your self’s
departure with grace
Sing your death song and
be forever gone
We're all seduced by beauty,
perennially tempted by greed.
Ashamed to be seen naked
literally and metaphorically speaking.
We're uncomfortable being closely
watched and studied.
Much like electricity, we choose
the path of least resistance
when presented with a daunting challenge.
We're all-disposed to change.
We worry more than we should
when we're concerned.
We avoid anything we fear;
reluctant to veer out of our comfort zones
We have a tendency to procrastinate
tasks we detest performing.
We cry when we feel emotional pain.
We fuss when things don't go our away.
We question things we don't understand;
recoil at things that horrify us.
Our brain is wired to take steps back
from danger, to be distrustful of strangers
We'll never stop craving more and more money
Why? It's quite simple. Human nature.
Date written: 06/08/2020
It hurts like hell when you get your very first beating,
but you would also be in pain if you began weight lifting,
and then with each succeeding weight lifting session,
you begin to develop a stronger pain tolerance,
until inevitably all future pain from working out is unnoticeable.
It is the same thing with getting beat up everyday also.
Eventually you get numb to the pain with their every blow.
and soon begin to fight back because you know,
that you are now tolerant to any pain that these bullies can throw.
In the end I walked away with all of their respect,
when they discovered how much damage they could possibly get,
from one who is no longer afraid of pain,
who just gave one of theirs their worst nightmare beating,
but their constant, non stop everyday bullying,
is what has helped me to become a stronger man,
who manages to tolerate physical and emotional pain any way I can.
All the bullies in my life participated in making me a much better man,
so I guess, when you think about it, I should really thank all of them.
By the way, the one I beat up who got his nightmare beating from me?
Sure, I gave him a little pain like he gave me,
much less though than the pain from his former beatings that I received,
but I also gave him Fear, something he never got from me.
I beat him up more psychologically than physically,
and then that fear spread among his peers like a fatal disease,
and then never again did I succumb to anymore of their bullying.
Unlike them, I am not a bully,
I'm more of a pacifist terrorist actually,
whenever I have to deal with bullies.
Alcohol’s a drug that deludes the brain,
especially in vulnerable youth.
For it numbs hurts and emotional pain,
trading reality for a false truth.
Beer is the gateway to misery's domain,
replacing self-hate with synthesized love.
And if you're addicted and can't abstain,
confide in your friends or the Lord above.
Liquor fuels anguish, distilled from tears,
and yet, you'll pay its toll despite the price.
And when you reawaken sleeping fears,
occasional use morphs into a vice.
Many are blind to the pitfalls of drink,
unaware, they're teetering on the brink.
(Sonnet)
3/4/2017
"My Nearest & Dearest Friend"
Written by Michelle L. Leblanc
Copyright: 01/22/2022
You have been such a source of strength to me this past year
One who has been there and understands with every tear
Although we were very different in how we were brought up
We now relate to each other so much as grown ups
We've been through our journeys of physical and emotional pain
And how much we understand each other has been one of life's greatest gains
But it's not just understanding each other that counts
It's how you make me feel heard and loved that I wish to announce
Not many people listen and understand the way that you do
Even with my all my details, you've made what I share feel important to you
Friendships like ours don't come around each and every day
Sometimes not even in a lifetime, many people will often say
So today I want to say how much your friendship means in my life
You're My Nearest and Dearest Friend whose value cannot be priced!
(Dedicated to my friend...Angie Jayne)
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.
A week ago i found out i had control over my dreams
Its kinda crazy if you know what i mean
I live my normal life when im awake
Then i hurry back to sleep is this a mistake
I think you all can relate
When im asleep there is no physical pain
But the emotional pain remains
When im asleep i can do what ever i desire
There is nothing that i cant acquire
Its hard not to cross that fine line
Between what you cant do in normal time
Last night i was super strong and could fly
I jumped off a cliff without having to die
The night before i had a big bag of money
I spent it on a girl her name was honey
I bought me a really nice car
I know that doesnt sound very smart
But its kinda like living in avatar
1. Denial
"This isn't happening, no please, not to me."
2. Anger
"I need to blame something and or somebody,
even if that some one should happen to be yours truly."
3. Bargaining
As a last resort, I beg hypocritically
to a God which to me had always been mythology,
"I'll do anything if You can make all of this never to have been.
I'll never survive this trauma of such emotional pain.
I'll believe and follow You, spread Your Word for all eternity,
if You could find it in Your Heart to relieve me from my grief."
4. Depression
Give all of the above another repeat
and then multiply that by infinity.
5. Acceptance
" Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever Will Be Will Be."
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The above are The 5 Stages Of Grief as interpreted by me.
an obscurity of thoughts
fall like soft rain
through emotional pain
that linger again
in caliginous mind
that feed my pen
words stumble
atop sheets of white
unspoken, unheard
like soft whispers
of a gentle wind
although seen
remain uncomprehended
like laconic utterance
within bold frames
of darkness
i feel its chill
as i walk alone
unknown
through paths
once blocked
where people stand
beneath the effulgence
of moon's full glow
like stars
together
yet afar
untouched
by my words
or yours
i feel you
guide me as i slump
beneath the shadows
of their selfless rituals
through the force
of my pen
scribbled
through silence
in darkness
alone
July 27, 2019
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