Tones of Death
I hear the sombre tones of death
they linger with no sound
as eerie whispers in my mind
creep echoing around.
These sounds of misery and woe
now mingle with my doubts
and drag me down to places low
with silent screaming shouts.
I know that I must heed their voice
although they’re fraught with fear
and suffer with their helpless plight
until they disappear.
They feed their desolation
on emotions buried deep
and rising from their agony
they waken from their sleep.
They drain the essence of my life
and rape my very soul
as they seek for a spark of hope
to help to make them whole.
The darkness suffocates my will
as inner strength is drained
and riding on this slender thread
for them release is gained.
Again I feel the pain of loss
from death’s dejected soul
and hope the torment that I bear
is worth my chosen role.
The sombre tones of death I hear
are souls that are not free
but will they ever understand
the pain it causes me.
Ivor G Davies
Levels of pain
Pain at a level of one
It’s mild and almost none
Some pain levels can match
Like a splinter and a scratch
A fall or a broken bone
Can make a person yell or moan
If you gain some weight
That can be a painful state
Even at the level of a ten
Pain differs between women and men
The death of a love has tears
That’s the worst and can last many years
I touch thy hand
And see all your dreams,
They flow like electric currents,
Racing in ridged motions,
I see your fears,
Your sorrows and joys,
Everything that was to be,
But has been long forgotten
Everything, that you long
To become realities,
Slices of your nightmares
Yes I do see,
Frightening and dreadful,
Haunting you in the waking of each day,
In the passing of the years
And throughout time eternity,
Spine shocking, needle stabbing,
Never ending pain in your heart,
For thy pain is not for thy nightmares,
Nor for the speeding of time throughout eternity,
It’s from the fear of being unnoticed,
From the one person who makes you
Feel safe, free, and secure,
In a place where things seem
To be moving too fast,
Where you feel forgotten
In a giant spiral of darkness,
In which you search for their speck of light
To let you know that you’re not alone,
Not now,
Not forever.
Walk a mile in my shoes
And clutch the pain I adore
That makes me the man that I am
Minus pain is to be a man no more
Walk two miles in my shoes
And lust as I do for better blues
Yet no changes I make
Regarding choices I choose
Walk three miles in my shoes
Taste, love, feel, and see what I see
Go for a million miles in my shoes
But understand this life is all me
You see her everyday
Bruises hiding pain
Watching from the window
In silence you remain
Darkness controls her future
His grip grabs her soul
Watching from the window
A witness to it all
Screams of pain bring chills
You can't believe your eyes
Watching from the window
A precious life you deny
Helpless body broken
He lingers with her there
Watching from the window
Her pain you cannot bare
He sells her soul to darkness
While you pretend to cry
Watching from the window
You didn't even try
An empty body lost
Her heart lived in fear
Watching from the window
Pleading you refused to hear
Another life forgotten
If you would've only told
Watching from the window
Lifeless body taken by control written by JSQ
Do you ever stop and wonder about that seemingly perfect girl?
Does she ever feel unloved,
Imperfect?
Hardly, isn't that me?
Is it possible to always have good hair days?
And never get those feelings of self doubt
Feeling alone,
Scared
Hopeless
And tired of it all
She couldn't possibly feel the same things as me,
That "perfect girl"
could she?
How often do we ignore the look of pain in her eyes
For you must look quite closely,
Under all those fancy clothes and makeup
Her pain is hidden under that seemingly happy,
But in reality, plastic smile
She may be hurting deep inside from a breakup,
Problems at home,
that no one knows about
She really wants so badly to be cared for,
Don't we all?
If only we all took more time to show concern for others,
And not just ourselves...
Someday reach out with a touch of genuine love,
And just see,
If you can brighten the day of a lost and broken soul
You may not be as different
As you think
From that seemingly, perfect girl
Sorrow, Anger, Happiness, and Love
Can you see it behind these tore eyes
Can you feel emotion from the embracement of him
You might not
Even behind this exterior of caulis hands and rough skin
Lay an understanding of mankind
Having the feelings of broken hearts
With a feeling of being brought down to their knees
Being told we are worth less than most but better than some
But we have became the best at hiding this pain those emotions
So what is a woman to do?
How are you able to put something out of pit-less well
Dig through something harder then diamond because of the pressure that has been on him
Break down a wall that is made up from the layer and layer of pain and heartache from life
You break out the bucket and rope because no well is to deep to find water
You get your diamond shovel and digs pass all the pain
Then you look for the biggest sledge hammer to break down this wall of heartache
All and all what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
And love conquers all
I wish I had the knowledge of
lifes most important things
knew how to end lifes problems
and all the pain it brings.
I don't know much of anything
but I do know how pain feels
and I know this life is filled
with too many bad deals.
I always try to understand
what others say and do
because I may not really know
just what they have been through.
I never want to cause more pain
that doesn't have to be
and pray that someone else in turn
will do the same for me.
Death,
You’ve reared your ugly head again
Disguising not your attempts to hurt
It is vile the way you speed in, taking
That which, rather whom, we so love
It is with hatred of you I write this
The pain you now cause for those I love
The hurt they have, unanswered questions
I feel hatred for you, but wish you not death
For then I would become you
I then would be heartless and cold
I ask only that your swiftness was in kindness
And that no pain was felt upon his passing
Death, you may have won this time, again
But know that when we enter into our new lives
We will have the last laughs
Why is it that feeling are something that people try to hide
It’s not because of humility and I don’t think it’s because of pride
It’s a thing called fear which drives us all to build these walls around us
Almost the same fear that keeps you to yourself and makes it hard for you to trust
The fear of rejection is the most common of fear and that’s where the foundation begins
That’s a battle that’s difficult to fight and most of the time fear wins
So you have the foundation now what comes next to help complete these walls
The next fear is not as common but from the past is where it calls
Most people have had bad experience and it dictates decisions they make
Scared to express there feelings because they have had so much pain and ache
The feelings of emotional agony and distress can be far worst then physical pains
Constant heartache and indescribable anguish which is why this fear can reign
You will spare your pain by keeping to yourself this is indeed is your notion
And that is why you are simply left with walls around your emotions
There is a beauty that lies with-in
Often hidden in a world of sin
We each hold beauty in our own way
Let us all please bow our heads to pray
I once kept my beauty hid from view
Something that I shall never again do
True beauty is born with-in the soul
And nourishing that is now my goal
I love my Lord and I love your life
Yet, all of my heart belongs to my wife
As broken down as my body may be
I’m in a great deal of pain and misery
But do you know what; that’s all ok
For it is the Lord that guides my way
And he has brought me to this place
I have an awful lot pain but no disgrace
If I am the river then my Lord is the dam
My course was altered by “The Great I am”
Hurt is something you cannot contain.
It’s like nonstop rain.
Why do we always look for someone to blame.
We play that famous name game.
That is our way out.
Is that a safe way to escape, with guilt and doubt.
Never hide your emotions on someone’s else expense.
That’s because we are always on the offence and defense.
I don’t know about you but I don’t want that drama and suspense.
Yet we ignore it like it isn't there.
And say to ourselves who cares?
Instead we should focus on the future and never ever forget the past.
That wicked feeling of hurt is like pain it grows so fast.
It stays with us until it is resolved.
I forgot to tell you that I thought I was in love.
To tell you the truth I'd almost forgotten my loss,
And all the pain and hurt it causes.
To Life
Life that gives us love, gives us hope, gives us truth
Life that grants us strength, grants us power, grants us youlth
To life that takes the pain while forcing minds to fade to hay
To Life that is the dreadful gift to much rist to throw away
To Pain
Pain that makes us tear, makes us pray, makes us screach
Pain that makes us love just to hate, to try to reach
To pain that we will shake, we will fright, we will cry
To pain that makes us mar until the day that we die
To Death
It's death that takes this pain, takes all this sarro, helps us escape
But maybe what we're meant to do is find our minds a brand new shape