It was unexpected when it fell...
I carried it.
Though i had questions..
I dont complain..
Even those "what's not mine to carry",.
I Just put it behind my back.,
It was not easy...
It is painful.
But no matter how heavy.
I'll still choose to carry.
The weight is scary
Hurts me so badly
It cuts me deeply
made me ugly
I suffer silently.
What we seek
In the unpleasantness
We find in situations,
Times or experiences.
In the hopes of closure
In unfair treatment,
Disrespected and hurt
To an extent undeserved.
We seek a sense of
Peace and understanding
In releasing it all
Before putting things to an end.
We seek one final goodbye,
Hoping to hear another side
Or reasoning for their actions.
So we may reach closure.
Sometimes, we don’t get that.
We have to move on,
Accepting that closure
Between some
Will never be reached.
We can only put it behind us
And move on from the pain.
For closure is not about others
But finding it withing ourselves.
When seeking this closure,
It is determined by us
Whether it is reached or not.
Nobody else.
Closure
Is only done
In ourselves
With ourselves
For ourselves.
The darkness swallows me. The shine and warmth I once felt has faded to all black and stillness. The cold embraces my every thought as I struggle. For a last breath in this pain ridden rollercoaster ride through the world. The thundering silence rings louder and I become more confused as I search for what I once knew to be absolute and true. The sun will rise but I will not notice. My will, will keep me moving, the difference is I will have to go along with out you. Here in darknest shadow you will find a man. Broken and beat torn down, a little worse for wear. For he is me and I am him and with time ill change or ill just give in, and sit hunched on the floor of my mind not giving a even care. His heart is my heart and its still in despair. Quietly we fiddle trying to repair trying to make it work but all the damage it has takenits toll just going to take it, put it behind a wall so no one can find it no one at all.
DIRT FROM THE CORNERS OF THE CASTLE
WERE SAID TO BE MAGIC
PIXIEDUST AND PUSSYWILLOW POLLEN COULD
BE REMEDY FOR LONILNESS
THEY MADE BROOMS FROM THE SAGES AMONG THE FEILDS
THE MEADOW GRASS WHERE BOUND TOGETHER
AND USED TO
REMOVE THE DUST FROM THESE EDGES
AND GATHER POLLEN FROM THE PUSSYWILLOW TREES
THEN THEY PLACED IN BAGS AND SOLD TO
PEOPLE WHO WANTED LOVE
THEY'D PUT IT BEHIND THE EARS
OF THERE CHOSEN LOVER
AND THEN THE MAGIC WOULD
CAUSE THEM TO LOVE.
THE PUSSYWILLOW POLLEN WOULD
AND THE DUST COULD ONLY BE MAGIC
IF THE CREATER USED A FEILDSAGE BROOM, AND
A TUSK OF A WALRUS,
THEY CARVED SPOONS FROM THE
TUSK AND THESE SPOONS HAD MAGICAL POWERS!
Come to me tonight,
Let me hold you close,
Settle into my arms,
Here in bed.
It doesn’t matter,
About angry words today,
Let’s put it behind us,
Come to bed.
I remember
And you do too,
Why we fell in love,
Please come to bed.
Morning brings a new day,
We can start again,
To love better,
Starting here in bed.
RETURN TO LOVE
Oh, my darling returns,
Come on back to me
Can’t you see, I need you to be back
Into my life, forever, ever
Return to love
Return to love
Return to love my darling
Return to love, why you go please tell me I wanna know
Return to love, return to love, return to love
Return to love, return to love, return to love
I wanna know why did you go
You left me no no choice, you left me no choice
But to find you look for you my heart you hid from me
Became my dream I could no longer see
You left me, why did you go, oh
Return to love, return to love, return to love where did you go
Come back to me, come back to me, come back to me, won’t you please
Return to love, come back to me
Why did you go, I want to know So I can mend those things I’ve broken
Maybe I misspoken I am sorry so…
So that hurt that I’ve caused you
Put it behind you
I am so sorry come back home
Return to love, return to me, return to me, return to me, return to me, return to love
3/3/18
Arranged music by Kevin Kern 2016©
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
All this baggage
I would love
To put it behind me
What this girl wouldn't give
To trade it
For some junk in the trunk
17.10.14
For Broken Wings'
"Could You, Please"
Tonight we enjoy this forbidden feeling
Maybe a little more damage is what we need to start healing
Tonight nothing can go wrong
Every melody on earth is our perfect song
Today we forget about tomorrow and yesterday
Today we forget that there's a price to pay
Tonight we enjoy this so we can put it behind
Cause until we kiss you'll be on my mind
As i look at moms dead body , i wonder what now
Do cry about her everyday till i can't take no more
Or do i forget her and move on with life
Do i open up to someone about how i feel
Do i keep it all in and push everyone away
Put it behind the wall i built years ago with other problems
And hope it don't break.
As i keep pondering on it i say goodbye to my loved ones
Really, no one knows exactly what to do now
Just live each day likes its your last
In guiltless slumber she dreams
The stillness of night is broken
Cold hands smother her screams
As reassuring words are spoken
Feeling safe she lets down her guard
His hands touch private places
Overpowered though fighting hard
Her innocence he defaces
With daylight comes the shame
That she's done something wrong
To scared to point or blame
In silence she goes along
Shadows make regular calls
As nights turn into years
She escapes through a hole in the wall
Followed by darkened fears
She takes to sleeping days
Night is not her friend
Her past is never raised
Memories are suppressed within
She goes on with her life
One day she meets a man
Soon becomes his wife
And yields to his demands
But time does not forget
Marriage is a constant reminder
It fails miserably in regret
She just can't put it behind her
an original poem by Daniel Turner
I'm trying to get over that day
but there is so much pain
I'm trying to get over it
but yet I keep re-living it
What haunts me the most
is not the memories that I have
but what my mind has blocked out
If I can find a way to understand that day
then hopefully I can put it behind me
I got too much emotion, too much pain.
I try to stay strong to keep myself sane.
I put on a mask with a fake smile and lie,
I'm wearing a "stay strong" disguise.
Pent up aggression, pent up sorrow,
How do i make it and see tomorrow?
I have so many secrets and burdens,
they're under the surface and hidden.
I dont know what to do anymore,
I dont know what to believe.
i cant live this battle this war,
this self hatred.... these lies I've made for me.
Pent up aggression, pent up sorrow,
How do i make it and see tomorrow?
I have so many secrets and burdens,
they're under the surface and hidden.
My whole world just spins round and round.
I put it behind me, but it comes back and bites me.
I'm fallin down,yet my past just haunts me.
Memories are burned in my head,
I dont want to remember this,... again.
I got too much emotion, too much pain.
I try to stay strong to keep myself sane.
I put on a mask with a fake smile and lie,
I'm wearing a "stay strong" disguise.
I dont know what to do anymore,
I dont know what to believe.
i cant live this battle this war,
this self hatred.... these lies I've made for me.
The cock's clarion call,
The sparrow's proclamation,
The gradual total overthrow of darkness,
Welcome morning!
Light? Of hope or illusion?
A twenty-four-wheeled vehicle,
What a relief it's thundered and roared past,
Past to return no more,
It's passengers' sorrows and bitterness,
Conductor's disappointment.
Why peer into the darkness?
Why sniff the bitter trail of that doomed vehicle?
Love choking?
Ah!
Put it behind you!
It's a new bright promising day,
Flag down the vehicle of hope,
Hop in for a jolly critical ride,
Put on the seatbelt of courage, hardwork and caution,
Your dreamland is your destination.
Deleted the memories of what we had
I am not going to lie i had a blast
but now its time to end this at last
forget about everything put it behind us leave it in our past
where did the time go? It sure went fast
Im sorry about everything it all even left me with a gasp.
Deleting the memories of what we had...
By: Raymond T Padilla
It Is usually a given
Prices will always rise
Like invading oil-rich countries
Over the most ridiculous lies
But there was no protest
The Bible says they're bad people
And now our wholesale murder
Has not saved one wooden nickel
So to my surprise
TV prices begin to drop?
There would be a revolution
To protect our digital God
Since truth is not truth
Until it is seen on the screen
Even God cannot rival
The truth of this new TV
It is quite a simple gadget
And so cheap to make
It has not even one circuit
And no warranty to take
It has only one wire
Making it easy to sell em
You put it behind your head
And screw it into your cerebellum
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