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Matters not how much I may want to rescue you
That closed steel door I cannot walk through
Outside the door feet planted firmly on the ground
Knocking every so gently trying not to pound
But everytime my knuckles on the door they tap
Stinging fire flies out and my face is slapped
Through the pain I can hear your plaintiff calling
For something to save you from further falling
So to my purpose I try bravely to stay true
Attempting to find a path to get through
To figure out a way in which my spirit can fly
Over walls of brick so tall they touch the sky
A prisoner within chained by ego, pain and guilt
There I can see the Fortress you've built
Out of the windows fire of anger consumes
Any real healing touch you continue to refuse
Because the rescue does not come totally free
Only you have the power to open the door and choose to believe
"Can't and won't take the risk you say
Of the sorrow you'd feel when it all blows away
Denying that you must search deep down inside
Beyond your walls and utterly foolish pride
You can keep decorating the walls as long as you like
And continue convincing yourself it's your lot in life
And when the spirits that be send you a sign
Crush it with cruelty and continue to resign
To the anger that keeps reaching out with a fire that burns
Against a true spirit whose soul only yearns
For nothing more than to grant your wish
Of inner peace and true love sealed with a kiss
But all the angry fire steals my strength
Taking my sensitive spirit to it's very length
My failure then scars my heart truly bad
That after the pain I become so very sad
Once able to see through my heartfelt tears
I know it so well and can feel all your fears
If only my love spirit I wish for you to see
How I offer all I have to you so humbly
Because even after the faeries come carry me away
The gift I give to you is to ease your dismay
No intent to cause pain or wreak havoc in your heart
Just only for you to escape the lonely part
Simple and free with no evil involved
"First" you say. "So many issues to resolve"
The walls of brick you've built over time
Seems like an eternity they would take to climb
When all along if you so choose
With a blink of an eye and not a moment to lose
It's been a matter of your choice to reach beyond
Those walls of protection to which you've grown so fond
........Cont'd in Part II
Hard as a rock, Strong as a tree! Hurt again and again? But your not breaking me! A cut is a
wound, An insult? just a name. I wont let you get to me, I'll continue pushing in the strain.
Do your worst! I can take your beating! Put me in my place, I can take the bleeding. I'll take
it all, without any breaking! Do your best, I'll take all the taking! When I'm alone, and your
far gone? Tears might flow? But you'll think I'm strong! I'll finally let it go, Falling down, bit
by bit, On the brink of insanity? Then regain my grip! Broken and battered, on the verge of
giving up? You wont see any of this! You'll think I'm strong enough! Nothing else matters, I'll
never satisfy you, You may see a slight tear? and think you won? But You Didnt! I swear that
on my sons! We all deal with it differently, The pain we feel inside? Some of us run? most of
us hide. Giving up isnt an option;because anger always wins. We dont choose when the pain
begins, We dont know how to stop it? As we beg for the end! I have some secrets I hide
beneath my sleeves. With a million scars and bruises, that never let me be? When the
pressure grows under the skin I hold so tight? I'll know it became too much? And begin
letting go of my fight! My eyes shine from all the unshed tears? I cant disguise anymore all
the hurt and fear. I wonder when its all going to let up? While trying to fight, maintain, and
keep my head up! Times are hard and trying at its best? I should lay my head down to rest?
Wanting to close my eyes, and bow my head in defeat? Just hold on a little longer, Not just
yet? This will only make you stronger! I start to build my faith back up, preparing to dodge
the next punch? I breath in slow, exhale deep. When walking away, Tears fall in discreet!
The time has come to finally let go? Still I will never give you what you want! It will always
be a different show. I will never break, the way you want. I will never let you see. You will
never enjoy the breaking inside of me! Bring your pain forever? If you feel the need? But I
promise on everything ! You will only Envy me! Watching it all, from a front row seat !
When things get too intense,
When the pain couldn’t cut deeper,
When the tears cease to stop,
When I shatter into pieces again
When words are seared into me
I don’t know how to handle
I don’t know how to cope
I don’t know how to deal with
These thoughts, these emotions
This ugliness
This darkness
Where no light is found
This tar pit
This prison cell
Where no key exists
I want to drink it all away
Until I’m numb
I want to scrub it all away
Until my skin is raw
I want to write it all away
Until I run out of pen and paper
I want to play it all away until my fingers ache
But I’ve drank and it’s there the next day
I’ve scrubbed but I end up dirty again
I’ve written until tears smear the words
I’ve played until I’ve almost lost the desire
For now I burn
Quick and easy
Instant pain yet relief
A small wound
It builds up inside
Turmoil rolls through
A battle starts within
My mind races
My heart aches
My eyes tear
It won’t go away
This relentless storm
How much more God
How much more can I take?
And I start to feel the itch
Anxiety ridden
Frantic
My hands start to go wild
I need a release
So I burn
I lack the courage to cut
So I burn
I light a candle
Letting it burn for a while
The wax so hot
As I get ready
To feel the pain
To let everything go
Everything built up
I’m anxious to pour
I grab the candle
The glass burning my fingertips
And I let the first drop fall
It takes my breath
As it sears my flesh
It feels so good
I pour another drop
It runs down my inner thigh
Pain chasing the trail
Sweet Release
I pour more until it puddles
I let it set
Soaking in the pain
I lean my head back
Sitting there
Letting the physical pain in
While letting emotional pain out
And the wax dries
And I peel away the blackness
Peel away the ugliness
Peel away the hurt
Sometimes there’s just redness left behind
Sometimes a small wound
Sometimes it heals slowly
But I see it and know
I’d rather have it
Than the blackness
So I burn
So I burn
Who will be my friend, no one really understands
this poem is just a device, from which my broken heart stems
with these words I now articulate, does my soul seek to take cover
looking for a real friend to have, willing to share the pain of another
Perhaps you too, having been made numb dealing with your concerns
subconsciously focused on healing your own pain, before it burns
then how can I earnestly ask of you, thinking I would be able to find
someone with the ability to help, maybe I myself am just blind
One who is a prisoner, is not free, nor himself in a position
he's trapped in that continuum, caused by his own condition
so I cry out in the only way I know how, this now my mission
hoping to be shown some light, these feelings need definition
Maybe I am delusional, not wishing to accept the fact
that there does not exists a friend, I could ever attract
then what prosperity awaits me, what are my hopes really worth
perhaps the truth I will find, when I am resting deep in the earth
How I must be a paradox, bold and yet full of contrition
thinking long and hard, I nevertheless came to this decision
yes I said what I have to say, but I know this pain is not my own
many of you reading this, whether you'll admit it, you too are alone
An answer exists, but only the strong willed can discern
the weakness of the human ego, how easy for it to spurn
come off your high horse, for many it is too late
they lack the courage, that independent mind to concentrate
When all is said and done, loneliness of spirit is not exclusively mine
In a nutshell, you dear reader, let this be for a sign
the next time you feel on top of the world, things could not be better
count the days that go by, before you too will be writing this same letter
She was dead inside.
Hurt from all the pain.
The harsh words.
The rejection.
She cried all night.
She cried all day.
She longed for it to stop.
She longed for that day.
It never came.
She stopped feeling.
She hid her emotions.
She punished everyone she knew.
She laughed at their misfortune.
Her eyes were full of anger.
Her eyes were full of spite.
She did not care for what she had become.
It was her way of having fun.
She could not be reasoned with.
She was only hated more.
But some had grown to fear her.
For she had nothing to lose.
The hurt and pain that made her be this way.
Only happened more.
She met her match in a new bully.
Who questioned her authority.
Who made her feel small again.
Refusing to show her hurt, she struck back.
She made everyone pay.
She hurt everyone else in return.
Everyone rebelled and fought her back.
They made her feel smaller.
They told her she was cruel.
This victim of bullying refused to believe
that she had become the very thing she hated.
She was losing it.
It became clear.
Their words of hatred directed at her.
Pushed her passed the point.
She lashed back in anger.
She was losing her power.
She refused to become the victim again.
She loved instilling fear and hurt into others.
It became quite clear to everyone.
This girl was in pain.
She was hurt badly.
She just wanted somebody to make it stop.
She was dead inside.
No one had ever come to her aid.
So she dealt with it her way.
She stopped feeling.
She stopped caring.
Yet the pain never did go away.
Her anger turned to tears.
Her weakness was now shown.
She pushed everyone out of her way.
She left.
Tomorrow would be a brand new day.
She would start somewhere new.
And so, once again, she ran away.
Surrounded by loved ones,
Never able to explain,
Destined to be alone
Constantly in pain…
'Inside I’m slowly dying’,
A line I once heard in a song,
So true it rings inside the deepest parts of my soul,
A soul I don’t believe exists.
Atheist to the core, once my few years of life ends I will leave this universe,
Unable to witness the countless eons to follow.
Often I think of how cruel evolution has been,
With such intelligence I have come to this conclusion,
We, mankind can never be truly happy,
For despite what life brings to us,
One thing is certain to follow everything…nothingness,
An eternity of complete and utter non existence.
Despite everything else,
Everyone we ever care about eventually goes to meet our so called maker,
This for me is unacceptable,
For the sorrow I feel has, and will always be far greater than any happiness I can imagine.
Grown into a strong man, tough and popular,
Why do I feel the pain of any suffering creature?,
Why do I shed a secret tear when reading the arbitraries of people I have never met?,
Or why does my heart ache just at the thought of the billions of tears cried since our first steps on the savannah?,
Constant internal conflict,
Wishing I could live for ever,
then never have lived at all,
Despising masses, even whole nations,
Yet caring for individuals.
A good job, good health, good friends and family and yet sorrow,
Only ever experiencing fleeting happiness,
Often beaten back by a tremendous pain,
A pain I have no right to claim,
Not when millions have lives much harder than I have ever experienced,
Yet I do.
This is my secret confession,
Surrounded by loved ones,
Never able to explain,
Destined to be alone
Constantly in pain…
Form:
If you live in the memories you’ll never see the future.
They say don’t make history repeat but it always does.
They tell you to choose your friends wisely but you can’t.
You can’t change the future, so just draw a picture in the blood.
I’ll keep on living in the past, and I’ll wonder:
Where did all the music go? Where did all the time go?
Where did all the love go? Where did all the thought go?
If I shut my eyes, will it still be the same?
When I open them again, will anything remain?
If I open the gate of stars looking for the answers, I know I won’t find any,
So I’ll just draw a picture in the blood.
War is a harsh creature; the only thing it makes is death.
If I move on I’ll lose the memories, the precious memories,
Of all those good times we had.
So I’ll just sit here dwelling in the past so I won’t forget.
I’ll always live the memories again and again
Because I can always remember if I
Draw a picture in the blood.
Death’s pain is unforgiving; you can’t know it until you’ve felt it.
There’s no way that you can win so just stop.
All you can ever get, all you can ever feel, is regret, so why try?
Why risk losing the memories, never to find them again,
If you can relive the good ones?
Why bother moving on, all you’ll find is another harsh time.
I couldn’t bear living through it again,
Replacing you is impossible because there is no match.
If there was, losing you again would kill me.
So I’ll stay safe from the pain and
Draw a picture in the blood.
Pictures of my memories! When times were good,
Before I left, before you died.
Before the wisdom lied, when happiness reined my life.
That happiness is exactly what you’ll see if you come and look at the
Pictures I’ve drawn in the blood.
All along the concrete jungle a silence is heard, throughout the streets above & below.
A child is weeping ever so low. If you listen closely, hear the tears hitting the cold floor,
the slamming of doors, wanting of more. Listen closely, dont be distracted, for if you
are you will miss that the child is acting and actually laughing. Laughing at you and
laughing at me. Chuckles of hate, snickers of pain, LOL ROTFL LMFAO! Laughing at
you and laughing at me. Look at the sound, do you see what I see. See that this life
of pain, that he is living in. he is hurting inside but hopeful and praying that the other
side, might hold a better life. A life that is totally unlike this, His smile is make believe,
like a clown wearing his frown upside down. For you see its a fantasy to be happy
when you are his expression. He wants to express get the all of it off his chest. But he
knows whats best, lock it away, there it will stay. Til he reaches the other side and
unlocks it to play. Tossing out used needles day after day. Lol is al I can say. This side
is like that side,, outside the box is a mirror image of inside with nowhere to hide. His
little world seems redundant and lame. Playing a game. Cat & mouse where he is the
cat and we are the mice. We play the game for all of our lives. His smile is pain and the
source of his hate, comes deep rooted in pain, no pain no gain, or so they say. Ooops
up side his head! Do the cross, say good nite to mommy and off to bed. Only to awake
to the same thing on different day. He is smiling now but will be crying later, cheesin
right now til the pain sets in later, He is laughing right now so that he can scream it out
later!!!
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Inhaled at the age of innocence,
with a breath that lies between stars,
with immortal depths that have no
ending as my lungs forever expand,
Exhalation has become unachievable,
due to the obstruction of faith
of a boy for his very first dream,
Chest heaving as a heart aches,
Is love a tree or the deepest ocean?
My breath or my reason for holding?
The questions unanswered since the
dawn of man and emotion alike,
Thus the bittersweet conclusion
appears that love equals the two,
Yet how does such beauty create
a pain that suffers from insomnia?
Expendable only to a few torn souls
who have breathed the sweet intoxication
of love, and caressed the linger of its enticing
aroma, and suffered the sting of its departure,
Leaving hearts which cannot withstand the
agony, to exhale affection for everything in
its entirety, crushing the hope of such youths,
yet this warning takes nothing from its appeal,
For to breathe love, is to touch enchantment,
As romance itself in but a breathe shared
between two spirits rewarded for persistence,
With the risk of being proven fallible,
which leads to tears and pain entwined,
Must we not embrace the risk as reward?
For those as myself, who answered "no"
are condemned to the most fragile breathing,
For each breath hurts like the last
One love, one lost, one breath in all,
Breathing her in as if she has become
the last breath of oxygen in my life,
For she has, she has become my only,
due to a choice made for the perfect love,
Yet my painful irony has become, breathing
and loving, with each one, keeping
the agony of the other alive forever
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
There was a girl
Who had it all
Had the friends
Had the family
Had a very nice life
She was a good student
She was a great friend
She was a good daughter
She was happy
Then one day something happend
Everything started to go so wrong
She lost her parents to drugs
and from then on everything went down hill
She stopped going to school
Stopped dreaming
She stopped talking to people
Stopped believing
She started to cry herself to sleep at night
But that didnt help the pain go away
So she picked up a blade and decided to play
A very dangerous game
One slit, two slit, three slit, four. . .
She went on and on til the pain was no more
But when she stopped it all came back
So she did it again and again
Til she was weak
Til she fell asleep
Her scares went unnotice
No one really cared
So why should she?
But then one day mom got clean
Her dad didnt care
Told her to never dream
He said
"Dreams are worthless, stop believing" and she listened
And stop dreaming
Stopped believing
Mom tried so hard to fix the past
Dad didnt care
His drugs was what he had
What he needed
Never stopped to see
That his daughter was
In the cross-fire
But he desired that high
Needed it
Left her
Never returned
And when he did
He said he changed
But he didnt
Her life was filled with so much pain
In her mind she believed that her life was a nightmare and
She's just waiting to wake up again
This is my story
There's no happy ending
Im waiting for my nightmare to end
So my dreams can began. . .
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