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The room was choked full of smoke
you could see the ashtray
overflowing with buts
some held a shade of lipstick
I knew the brand my wife's
others were plain
my shallow nerves
couldn't take the strain
A typewritter sat
over on the table
one of her ear rings
lay on the floor
A discarded airline ticket
lay on top of the couch
it wasn't hard to work out
She was leaving me
Such is life
there plenty more fish
and this was chicargo
the roaring forty's
life goes on
I'd party get drunk and hurt
but I'd get over it
life had not been good
We'd been fighting for weeks
sometimes people just arn't
meant to be together
sometimes you just have to let go
It hurt my mind would not stop racing
thinking what have I done
what could I do better
but what's the point
yes I could storm into the room
make a scene
attempt the smack him over
but what's the point
If she loved me
it wouldn't happen
and if it did
then the problem was her's and mine
Just let her go
somewhere there was another
someone waiting
that wouldn't play the game's
I could try and take the kid's
but what's the point
she's a good mum
sometime it's better
to take all the blame
walk away
better to leave the child
at peace with one parent
Than at war with both
revenge that's what she's doing
what's the point
where does it end
around and around
in circles of endless pain
walk away that's what I'll do
my time to live my time to laugh
Maybe not the truth is it hurts
I hurt but I'll heal
life goes on and I can take the pain
tomorrow still hold's new dreams.
God teach me something
"Never count something as yours
as you are gonna lose it"
I was so certain that this particular thing is mine
But when I came back for it
It was gone - sold
I had won it
And had told someone I will come back for it
It was gone
That was when God disclosed it to me
I had my heart set on that little thing
I could have bought it
But there was a chance I could have won it
And I did
But someone sold it by mistake
It was an orchid!
But it's a pretty one
So you say "why didn't you buy it?"
I wonder too
Maybe God is using this chance to teach me a lesson
Who knows?
But I sure won't forget this lesson
And hope He will help me remember it
They gave me another orchid
But it is not the same
I wonder if I would get over it
HA it's just an orchid!
But it's a pretty one.... with white flowers.....
Standing in life's quicksand. By Anthony Grider 6/20/17
In so much pain I'm in a living hell.,
No way to change the way things are.,
Seems like no one cares, O' well.,
No one can see my mental scares.
I reach out but no one to hold my hand.,
So much in my life I'm unable to mend.
O' Standing in life's quicksand.,
Not able to move.,
Things in my life I just can't mend.,
O' This I can't rise above.
O' I reach out but no one to hold my hand.,
O' Standing in life's quicksand.,
Sinking in life's quicksand.
This depression I just can't rise above.,
I just can't get over this huge wall.,
I feel so lost like I can't move.,
Hard to stand so easy to fall.
As I sink on down no one to see my hand.,
Sinking down in life's quicksand.,
So much that I'm unable to mend.
O' Standing in life's quicksand.,
O' I'm unable to move.,
Things in my life I just can't mend.,
O' How can I over come and rise above.,
When theres no one to hold my hand.,
Things I just can't mend.,
O' Standing in life's quicksand.,
O' Sinking down in life's quicksand.
They say get over it you have to be strong.,
That's easier said then done.,
It's hard when you feel all alone.,
All the problems in my head it's not fun.
O' no, no one to hold my hand.,
So much in my life I can't mend.,
Sinking in life's quicksand.
O' I'm standing in life's quicksand.,
No not able to move.,
So much in my life I can't mend.,
O' This I just can't rise above.
O' Standing in life's quicksand.,
O' No one to hold my hand.,
So much in my life I just can't mend.,
O' Standing in life's quicksand.,
O' Sinking down in life's quicksand.
Form:
‘Think that you can help it
You try to find a cure
You’ve never been so wanting
You ask for nothing more
One by one th’ cherries are
A-falling from your plate
Stop the clock ‘n’ give it up
But Love, oh Love, it wont wait
Away from all the noise
Deep in your empty room
Your resurrection voice
Serenades a distant moon
All the stars are wondering
What is it gonna’ take
‘Hurts a lot, you tie a knot
But Love, oh Love, it will escape
Dressed for a funeral
You never leave the house
With ev’ry second day
Another light goes out
Now, the life you led before
It was no piece of cake
But don’t quit, get over it
For Love, oh Love, it’s not too late
Rodney King said it best.
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Anger is an emotion when unleashed,
it causes harm.
Like firing a gun, you can't take the
bullet back, the damage is already done!
It's a Narcissistic, Psychopathic trait,
to unleash venom, in an uncontrollable way!
No regard for your fellow man and woman,
I must say.
"Remember this, it's not the things you say that matter,
It's the things you don't say."
Treat Others How You Would Want To Be Treated.
No put downs or foul language needed.
Remember it's your reputation showing,
The rocks will come back that you are throwing!
When you hurt someone( Man Up) or( Woman Up) to apologize.
Your a bigger man or woman. When you do whats right.
No one's perfect we all make mistakes,
but get over it, move on, for Pete's Sake.
Michael Tor 10/21/2015
We all sometimes get angry. Anger is an emotion that needs to be controlled. If not it causes harm to where its vented, and instead of you controlling it, it controls you.
We are here on the soup to share the love we have with this art form with one
another. Not to fight with one another. Respect one another and disagree
respectfully. Your reputation is monitored by your actions. Thanks for listening.
Will someone please
Please God please
Get her out of my mind
So happy and my life’s complete
Everytime I get near you, you look so sweet
Gotta run away from you everytime
And I just can’t get you out my mind
Smile so bright you light up the room
Wanna taste those lips so soon
But it’s so wrong and it aint right
Holding back with all my might
On the other side of the coin
Found a girl and we got joined
A couple of kids and great big house
It’d be over if the words came out of my mouth
She loves me a lot and I gotta admit
I don’t think she’d ever get over it
This is starting to tear me up inside
But its better me than my bride
I guess we’ll never know and that’s alright
Just wanted you to know you brighten up my life
For now that will have to be enough
It’s really complicated, all this stuff
It’s not worth destroying everything I have
Awfully selfish, it’s kind of sad
Maybe in another life
You could have been my wife
So happy now and my life’s complete
Everytime I get near you, you look so sweet
Gotta run away and try to find
Some way to get you off my mind
Will someone please
Please God please
Get her out of my mind
Form:
Today I write a song to soothe my heart
Better than yesterday I will write, till I get over it
I stumble yet the song of my heart sang for me
Uphold me do not give up but to keep on going
I wept at night why I am here
Do I deserve all these?
Where is your promise?
Does love becomes old?
No it doesn’t.
Like David thirst for his true love ‘A Living water’
I quest for a love that satisfies my soul
There’s none who’s unconditional love heal your broken pieces
But yes I have found one.
See, there’s music in my heart, this is the song I love to hear…
There’s rhythm there’s song on my lips
And tears of joy instead of pain.
I won’t say it’s easy
Its hard folk! To write a song when there’s funeral
But it’s worth seeking Him
In song I found Him I never deserve
I dance to the tune of His love for me
Anybody can have Him, “living Water that dries not”
Let my song captivate you to write a song of your heart
This is my song this is my prayer my anthem
A song of my heart that heals.
If you question the abused instead of the abuser,
you have already chosen your side.
If you require proof, before you offer the abused compassion,
your loyalty is not to the truth.
If you tell the abused to “get a second opinion” about their abuse,
you are not seeking understanding. You are avoiding it.
If you call the abused “brainwashed” for telling the truth,
you are protecting the lie.
If you shame the abused for speaking out,
you were never safe for them to begin with.
If you villainize the abused so you can remain comfortable,
you are not confused. You are complicit.
If you accuse the abused of “not getting any better” because they won’t conform,
you don’t care about their healing. You want quiet.
If you reduce the abused to “changing the family dynamic” when they name it,
you are protecting the system that allowed it.
If you tell the abused to move on and “get over it,”
you are asking them to abandon themselves for your convenience.
If you mock the abused when they tell you how they feel,
you have revealed exactly who you are.
If you isolate them, withdraw from them, and give them the silent treatment,
you are continuing the harm.
If you call the abused selfish for not considering you in their own trauma,
you have no understanding of love.
If you tell the abused that “wasn’t my experience” to silence theirs,
you are rewriting reality.
If you threaten the abused to “tread carefully with you” that there is “no coming back from this,”
you are not protecting the relationship. You are protecting control.
If you stand by silently while others do these things to the abused,
your silence is not passive. It is participation.
If you do all this and still say you “don’t understand” why the abused pulled away.
you understand more than you admit.
If you claim the abused are "punishing their children" for protecting them from people like this,
you have an inverted view of who is actually being harmed.
And if you do all of this while believing you hold the higher ground,
you have lost your moral compass.
“You will know them by their fruits.” Matthew 7:16
Like a ticking time bomb I want to say,
All the things I really thought but I couldn't say,
This is my space, this is my heart poured out,
I don't need to say fancy words or hide in doubt,
I'm not here to impress you, or make you believe,
That I have more wisdom or knowledge, this is just me,
Why? Why do you try so hard?
To make people believe you have this untouchable heart,
You can't use everyday words to convey,
Sometimes I wonder if you yourself even know what you say,
Like your creating your own dictionary, boy.. please,
Stop hiding behind the books you recite, be real with me,
What good is that if people can't understand,
You're giving off an image, that's not you, man,
Sorry if you don't like what I say,
But the truth is that's part of your insecurity and pain,
You use this to look bigger and better than the rest,
But do you understand that just being you is the best,
That underneath all that talk is who you truly are,
And that you don't need to prove to anyone that your smart,
Your heart is amazing just be you,
I don't think you understand that I can see through,
By the way, get offended, but get over it quick,
Because if I wanted the scholar, I would do my own dig,
The real you is better, I want you to see,
Don't you want that freedom, don't you want to be free?
There are things
that memory keeps
and seals in a locket,
often gleaming
with an untarnished intensity
when opened and childhood
emerges, wide eyed
and ready
to catch the light.
Old minds push much
of childhood aside
and dismiss as fantasy
the fire and freeze that rage
across the wildlands
of little lives. Real life
comes later, they say.
Feelings burnt into the tissue
of a young child's brain
are just passing shadows
playing tricks to feign
a lasting permanence.
They'll soon get over it.
Yet, as you read, who
can't recall the flame
that burned in the heart when
it found its first love
in a class at primary school.
Tell me, that what swept
the mind back then was nothing
but a glancing crush or bruise
too shallow to last a week,
that the tears and love
that welled when the other
was near, never was real
but a childish deception. Tell me
the depths of so much feeling
was an invention,
a silly game, a virus caught
from a book and that childhood
can never bless the soul
with authentic love or scar it
with pain. Tell me
how it is that a face
can still be seen
and memory has not let go
of a name.