Long Problems Poems
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How it came about
It is impossible to imagine an endless Room
and no planets, and that one of them had
the possibility of life, planet Earth
A friendly planet not given to extremity, it
also had a temperate climate, sometimes it
could have been millions of years later, but
Since time didn't exist, that is academic
Green plants grew in soft soil, our planet
was that green fruit in the trees a livable place
without animal life, an abiogenetic period
That gave the beginning of what we call life
Finally, the emergence of the humanoid
that had a thinking brain that could solve
the problems of daily life and hunting
It is worth noticing that a creator was absent
But that and its many wars it caused were
endless war between races and their odd
faiths, based on an abstract Paradise
Not seeing our Paradise is also our planet
I promise I'll give up,
Not today though
Not when I've left you in a state of confusion and pain.
I promise I'll leave,
Only if you promise to be ok
But I don't trust you, cause you know how to mask the hurt so well.
I can't promise to solve all your problems,
But I can promise to stick by your side
When all hope is lost and you are giving up I'll still be there for you.
I know I may sound foolish and clingy,
I'll bare the names and embarrassments
Because for you I'd do anything just to make sure you're fine.
I've sacrificed alot for you,
I don't want a reward at the end
Nor do I want to be indebted to you
And when you're fine I might walk away.
I've come so far and I'm not stopping now,
For when you came to my life I knew I could withstand any challenges
I knew I couldn't leave you to rot in the dark but stay until you see the light.
There’s a pain in my head that will not go away,
it sits there and throbs during most of the day.
With bills on the mat and no cash in the bank
and credit cards creaking… I think my ship’s sank!
The future is looming, my mind’s filled with fear
Why is it that living is so bloody dear?
With a wife and two children depending on me,
I’ll need more than pure luck to set all of us free.
Financial worries can make your life hell,
every ounce of your being, consumed by their spell.
We feel there’s a reason we should be ashamed,
so hide them from others to protect all our names.
This pain in my head, that will not go away,
Cannot be relieved just by earning more pay.
Its cure calls for direction, in leading my life,
and enjoying the love of my children and wife.
Living each day with a good share of fun,
whilst paying respect to what needs to be done.
But no need to worry myself ‘til I’m sick,
Just let the odd creditor wait for a bit.
You won’t go to jail for not paying a bill,
but your family will suffer, if you make yourself ill.
So count all your blessings, have fun on the way.
And dream you’ll inherit a fortune one day!
Ivor G Davies
Tell me how to work this out,
And Fix what's evidently broken?
It's hard to talk about anything,
When no words are being spoken.
Our pride's acting like super glue,
Sealing our lips from a resolution.
We both know how badly effected,
A heart can be without restitution.
Restore us back to the way before,
God get out Your famous tool kit!
Break these two concrete hearts,
Before it is way too late to fix it!
My brother we are much alike,
I finally took the time to see.
That burning pain living in you,
Resides, unrelenting, within me.
Remember we are so close in birth,
We lived like twins for many years.
I never worried about being afraid,
You were there to calm my fears!
I know you have your own family,
You're a great dad, humble, kind.
To me your presence's a necessity,
Please don't leave me far behind.
It's obvious we both have issues,
That really need to be addressed.
It is possible we can help us both,
Fix the problems inside our chest.
Soon we will be a family again,
Throwing surprise parties & such.
I just can't wait to see that day,
I miss and love you all so much!
Met with two eyes,
Face to face — we shared a combination,
A fusion of thoughts, thinking as if almost alike,
Until they entwined.
We felt so connected,
Same problems, same likes and dislikes —
As if we made each other alive.
Eating up our thoughts,
Dreaming for more — wondering, what if it was real?
Heart to heart, wandering thoughts, they said.
Mind to mind, scrambling through places love defined.
We tempted each other,
Greedy for one another — and wait…
Is this for real?
Or are we just living in a dream?
A dream of wonderland,
Just you and me.
Hold my hand, and I hold yours,
Opening up — enjoying our desires.
Do they notice?
Do you mind as I satisfy your pleasure?
Do you trust me?
I’m trustworthy, your realist friend.
I’ll be by your side forever,
Promise...
But — he fingers crossed, hidden, dark, unnoticed.
We laughed,
We cried,
We loved.
Until he left for another,
Wanting more, greedy for new,
Still chasing pleasure.
Then —
… she feels isolated, unwanted,
Stupid, too stupid and selfish,
Left with a broken heart.
Her dreams, her soul, shattered in pieces.
Dream girl…
Again and again, she doesn’t want anyone anymore.
that ! No one’s real in this world.
Fake, fake, fake!
Only One is true — God.
And again, she remembers God
In the moments of suffering:
“Where were You when I needed You?”
But God in silence, ‘When will you ever listen child?’
She silences her thoughts —
“I wish I would’ve…”
But it’s too late.
Falling piece by piece, fading away,
Life gone for no reason.
All because of one too-dreamy girl,
Just dreaming in a dream world —
He started the betrayal, and where is she?
Two Faces caught. The illusion of Us.
Procrastination
Written: by Tom Wright
Do you put things off hoping they’ll go away?
And find hoping doesn’t improve circumstances
You find calendar advanced the following day
And night’s slumber hasn’t improved your chances
Some days no matter the action you’ve taken
From a myriad of choices you’ve chosen wrong
And though confidence may be somewhat shaken
Your seldom traumatized for a time that’s long
The problems at sunrise will remain there yet
Unless some action is taken on your part
They’ll hang around to watch that same sun set
As anxiety builds inside your fragile heart
A thought
Just because your day has started wrong
Doesn’t mean that it isn’t a candidate for change.
Tom
I hide in my room from the bull this house draws in, and puts out through the people inside. I miss the happiness this house had. I miss feelings welcome, and loved in this house... Its not home anymore.
Home:
1. A place filled with people you love, and who love you.
2.A place you feel safe
Home is where you go when youre having a bad day and you want to relax, let out all you've been supressing throughout the day.
People may ask, "Why do you supress? Why not be yourself?"
You ask that until i start getting comfortable and start showing who i am just for you to tell me im ed in the head, and you board up my walls yourself...
I fear coming "home". Everyone who fears going to the place everyone in their family calls home, has their own reasons.. Whether it be abuse, harrasment, sexually, or other things. If they fear something in their house its not something small.
No ones problems are too small.. It may be small to others, but to that person its bigger than you might think.
“What hurts the most was being close,”
remembering us as we were,
though I'm not feeling the sage moon,
nor pearl raindrops that kissed my soul.
Now I waltz to tuneless songs as~
what hurts the most was being close,
while failing syllables of love,
and “I can't find the words”to rhyme.
Maybe,”I couldn't make you see it,”
how stars in my eyes sang your name.
What hurts the most was being close,
but, drowning in your lake of lies.
“Your heart was glass, I dropped it,” so
here I swirl beneath skies of tears
forlorn memories and I, as
what hurts the most was being close.
Songs used;
1- what hurts the most was being close ~ Rascal Flatts, what hurts the most
2- but I cant find the words ~ Lady GaGa , remember us this way
3- I Couldn’t make you see it ~ Lifehouse, Blind
4- Your heart was glass, I dropped it ~ Taylor Swift, Champagne problems
Enemies of the truth
When opinion becomes a problem
How then can we tell our stories
Cos alot is unfolding too quickly
Yet we know only
What is let known to us
There is conflicts of opinion
Since the days before our time now
There is no doubt that our problems
Never separate from the
Enemies of the truth
Enemies of the truth
Be silence or you go down
A world of no fairness
The bigger man only got a say
The rest must speak less
We got no tape on our lips
Yet we must watch what we say
Else you meet your maker so quick
Here you see
Once again that our problems
Are not really so far from the
Enemies of the truth
My daughter is coming
To spend some time with us
This coming spring.
I see her seldom, now
That we live so far apart,
And, because we are friends
At last, I miss her.
I think of all those years
When she was growing up
And, yes, older and married.
We had so many problems,
She and I, so many issues
We couldn’t seem to solve,
No matter what!
We fought and cried - said
Such hurtful things! She seemed
Only hateful, trying her wings,
Scornful of us, her teachers,
And all who truly thought
We wished her well. Even then,
There were times she needed us.
A late night call in tears –
“Mom, could you come get me?”
And, of course, I would.
I sat and held her hand.
At home, in cars, in hospitals.
But soon enough, we were
Angry with each other again!
Years passed, as they are wont to do,
And time has changed us both.
Like children, taking baby steps,
We’ve both tried out new ways
To trust each other once again,
And find that mother-daughter bond,
The precious caring that we’d lost.
We’ve stumbled oft, slipped into
Worn out ways too many times.
But now we climb back up
And try again. Little by little we’ve
Formed a new definition of “us”.
Finally, together, we have built
A bridge, a strong and lasting love.