Long Saddness Poems
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Because of Friendship
Because she was my friend
I called her every afternoon.
To talk girl talk and ask her,
To help me with my studies.
I wrote her often when she went away,
And begged her to think before she married,
I didn't want to see her hurt.
Because she was my friend.
I helped her watch her kids when she got sick,
And cleaned her house and kept her yard.
I wept and carried flowers to her grave.
Because she was my friend.
He was like a brother from another time.
I laughed at all his faults
He did not mind.
He knew I always understood.
I called him more than once to help me move.
And vetted all his girlfriends, every one.
I picked up his bad habits and we laughed,
We were young and foolish for a while.
I searched for him on Facebook yesterday
To see how good or bad his has life had been.
Not for any reason but one thing.
I have not forgotten he's my friend.
I think of Christ and all his majesty,
The King in all his greatness he stooped low.
And took the cross and with it all our sin.
To free us because He is our friend.
He left His heaven oh so long ago.
And came down to earth and bled and died.
That I a pauper might walk beside a King
He did this, because He is our friend.
I DON"T KNOW WHY I STILL LOVE YOU
WHY I LET MYSELF BECOME ANGRY OVER YOU
I WANT TO BE AWAY FROM YOU
AWAY FROM YOUR SADDNESS AND HATRED
THE LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU
IS A MYSTERY OF LOVE STOKES
THAT POUNDS MY HEART TO HURT
TO SHATTERD INTO CLUTTERD TEARS
SOMEWHERE IN MY MIND DEEP
I HATE YOU
THE PRESENCE OF YOU
KNOWING THAT YOU STILL IN MY LIFE SOMEWHERE
THE MORE I TRY TO ABSENCE YOU
THE FARTHER YOU MAKE YOURSELF
KNOWING TO ME
I FEEL ALL THIS RESENTFUL FOR YOU
A HOLE IN MY HEART
STILL CARES FOR YOU
BUT THE LOVE VANISHED
DEEP DOWN IN YOUR HEART
AND MINES
WE BOTH FEEL ANGST
TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER
FOR A REASON
I didnt know I needed you.
Or that this feeling existed.
I didn’t know I was only part of a person,
Do you feel it, too?
Your heart looks like heaven,
I think.
But, theres something about you,
Isn't there?
I’m pushing at an invisible door,
My bleeding lungs pleading
To let me breathe you in completely
Connect your freckles with my kisses
My fingertips trace sweet words across your perfect body..
But, you’re forever just out of my reach.
A wall built of perpetual anxiety prevents making us complete.
I cry out your name and the taste of copper fills my mouth.
And I cant help but wonder “will i just get lost in the crowd?”
“Did it matter? Was it real?
These questions they haunt me,
the villian screaming in my ear at 2AM Continues to taunt me
He pounds his fist repeatedly into my temple to remind me im not loved.
How dare I rest, he’ll hiss.
I just nod, and submit.
I Received Bad News Today, Reckoning
I received bad news today,
Rather, the bad news I sought.
Thirty years ago, we played.
Attention turned; you walked away.
Divorce ended, so I thought.
Love was stretched thin to forgive.
You tried to ease me from my pain.
As friends we could never live.
Let’s start new and not relive.
Better move on and try again.
I received bad news today,
Rather, the bad news I sought.
I hoped you’ld be on your way.
But now I am sad to say,
Your ambitions have all rot.
The news is not well received,
Deep saddness from what I heard.
How will your children grieve;
How will your parents grieve;
The verdict is made and served.
Let’s pray for our reckoning,
Before passing we are blessed
Summoned to God’s beckoning,
Humbled before our passing,
And receive our freedom as promised.
I received bad news today,
Or maybe it’s not so bad,
For the love in what we pray,
Might be answered someday,
for blessings we never had.
Go in peace,
Love and forgive.
Pray for His Mercy.
By faith in him so live.
John 3:16-21
Note: The greatest thing I ever heard came from the lips of an incarcerated felon accepting Jesus Christ who said: “I thank God for prison because now I am truly free.”
by,
Martin Braun
my saddest christmas ever
has'nt came to be
but in a very few days
it will happen to me
the presents i thought of
will never be bought
the gifts and decorations
have all come to naught
the love i wished to happen
won't happen this christmas day
because the one i loved the most
has sadly passed away
so i have yet to greive
on that wonderful occasion
no one will love me
with such dedication
my heart has need to give
that special kind of love
but with no one to give it to
my heart it seems stopped up
i can only imagin
the fun we would have shared
exchanging our silly presents
showing how much we cared
going out shopping
will be a lonely task
there won't be anyone there
for me to share romance
but still i'll spend this christmas
with her on my mind
i wish she were here
we would have had a good time
so this will surely be
my saddest christmas ever
will my saddness ever leave
my heart keeps saying never
Not Ashamed
____________________________
I'm not ashamed to just be me,
the person who, each day I see
The person in the mirrored glass
present, future and the past.
I've made mistakes along the way
and still I make some today
but I live with much more knowing
and through life, I'll still keep growing.
I'm okay with who I've became,
and for that, I can't complain
Like everyone ,I have my moments
for all the saddness,and dissapointments.
But it's in the moments, we form scars
and they make us, who we are
because we're not beyond repair
it just takes some tender care.
So, don't be ashamed of who you are
we've made it here, we've got this far
and if anything , I know this true
we're not so different, me and you.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
I'm not prone to violence,
but I have no conscience.
I'm aware of happiness, saddness and every emotion,
I just lack the ability to feel any of them.
Every smile and tear I display I always fake.
I study the behaviour of others and assimilate,
but not so much as a conscious deception.
I'm just desperatly attempting to fit in.
My world is one of me surrounded by alians
whose lives are apparently dictated by their emotions.
I cannot make a connection with any of them
and so I live most of my life in isolation.
I have lost my share of so called loved ones
but I never for a moment grieved for any of them.
One cannot grieve when one does not know emotion.
I have an accurate awareness of what is right and wrong
Like so many I strive to be good. I want to belong,
but I'll never know what it feels like to cry or laugh.
I have been diagnosed a psychopath.
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The American Heritage Medical Dictionary
defines "Psychopath" in the following category;
"A person with an antisocial personality disorder,
especially one manifested in perverted, criminal or amoral behavior."
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The following is in response to the above anonymously
from one who displays key symptoms of Psychopathy.
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Misunderstood
I'm not prone to violence,
but I have no conscience.
I'm aware of happiness, saddness and every emotion,
but I lack the ability to feel any of them.
Every smile and tear I display I always fake.
I study the behaviour of others and assimilate,
but not so much as a conscious deception.
I'm just desperatly attempting to fit in.
My world is one of me surrounded by alians
whose lives are apparently dictated by their emotions.
I cannot make a connection with any of them
and so I live most of my life in isolation.
I have lost my share of so called loved ones
but I never for a moment grieved for any of them.
One cannot grieve when one does not know emotion.
I have an accurate awareness of what is right and wrong
Like so many I strive to be good. I want to belong,
but I'll never know what it feels like to love, cry or laugh,
and I too have been diagnosed a psychopath.
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It's time to take a reality check
Before we break each other's neck!
The intentions were good when we started out,
Only kind words, never a shout.
As time went by learning each others ways
Word changed from good to silent days.
Days to weeks and weeks to years.
Eyes full of joy turned to tears.
Our intentions were good there's no denying,
But we only caused saddness as we kept trying.
What was so wrong with this choice we had made ?
Time taken back, our choices we'd trade.
I wish we could find the contentment we seek,
But wishes don't make it, they just make us weak.
Who would have guessed life would be like this ?
We just wanted the kindness and goodness we'd missed.
When we first met you carried him in your pocket,
Strange ugly little thing, tied to a string.
I thought it odd that you would carry such a pet,
Yet who was I to say what you could do?
Later he grew larger and you put him in a box,
He'd make funny noises while we cuddled neath the moon,
Neatly hidden as our love progressed,
Who was I to say what you could do?
We married and you tied him in the yard,
In the back away from public view.
He bellowed like the Devil in the night
Yet who was I to say what you could do?
Sometimes when you fed him, you'd come in,
With bloody feet and torn clothes.
I salved and bandaged all your wounds,
For who was I to say what you could do?
You spend all your time now in the yard,
Alone I watch you out the window and I pray.
While He gnaws at your body and your soul,
Yet who was I to say what you could do?
Now I can hear you crying in the yard,
I see him as he starts to eat you whole.
Oh why would you want him as a pet?
But who was I to say what you could do?