My life is a mirror
a cracked, foggy mirror.
When I take a look
at my reflection,
what have i become?
Look back to the inception.
My face reflects my life
scarred, bloody and bruised.
Evidence of how I was
pushed around and used.
Three years since the divorce.
Two from the fall.
A girl without a home,
giving you my all.
I was never
good enough for anyone.
My name is said in anguish.
I am what they shun...
My life is like a mirror,
a broken, foggy mirror...
Something nobody bothers to fix.
Just throw me away and don't look back.
The time has come for me to say good bye to you
I want to stay with you for ever but I can not do so
because a distant voice called me to come
My painful life is going to be end with relief
because there is not much left for me now
I know my love, your heart will not accept my last journey
but where ever I am, my heart will be with you with grace
If you want to see me then just look up the heaven
I will be looking at you always with my soul in tears.
I know its going to be hard for you but your life must go on
I have lived my life with no regrets
because you have given me everything that you had
I will remember you, for through your heart that my soul live on
The sickness that I had not only made me tired
but also gave you sleepless nights and painful dreams
You have tried your best to serve me and bring me back
but my fate won against your wish and love
But now you don't cry for me, live your life happily
till you reach me. I will be waiting for you my love.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Johnny played video games till his mouth was dry
He never glimpsed at the midday sun
Or turned his head to see the star lit sky
He would have seen a world for the taking
Just a couple steps outside
But he never played outside
He played every sport on a gaming console
Every sport he never tried
Maybe he saw the shots he could have scored
Through his dilated eyes
Through his bloodshot, tired eyes
His parents were as wealthy as could be
But life was spinning and they were dizzy
Maybe him and his father would have thrown a football
But life was just too busy
The law firm was just too busy
On parent teacher day at school
There was a limousine waiting after the bell
With a chauffeur to inquire
Whether Jonny was doing well
But he wasn't doing well
They found out about those b's and c's
So they tried to give him hell
Driving straight into the heights, straight into the ghetto
So he would know what could happen if he did not excell
But when he stuck his head out the window
He didn't mind the pungent smell
He saw kids his own age kicking a makeshift soccer ball
And that air conditioned lexus
Felt like a prison cell
By Kyle Kriticos
Clutching to your dead hand. You were the only man I ever did love. But when we
got in that fight...my life crumbled down. If that wasn't enough you stomped on my
barely breathing heart. No long could I take it. With a rope in one hand and a
dagger in the other I came to find you. But in the end I ended up pulling it too tight.
So tight...so tight I can still see the life pour from your blank eyes. Not only have I
lost my lover, my partner, my enemy, and my sweet heart, but now I will be forever
reminded of it. The police drag me away from you as I scream and cling to the last
part of you I have left. Forever will I pay the price. The price of taking a life which
was never souly mine.
-Kallie Mason
To my grieving friend....
Tell me—
What is death, oh grieving friend?
As we plummet in the midst of perversion and strife
Energy drained from the hardships of life
We lose our sense of being—we subside
We gaze upon the peace of graves—death is kind
Engraved upon the oldest stones we read “Rest in Peace”
And as the days go by it seems the pain will never cease
And as those days Die
For the living—death is kind
Why then, Life, do you torture us so?
Are you waiting for the day when we’ll let you go?
Fleeting…fading…see us unwind
Time and Life seem so unkind
As if—they have left our souls behind
Tell me—what is death?
And what of Life, oh doubtful friend?
Our souls shimmer upon the stones
With all the deceased we can’t feel alone
Freedom seeps through these eternal beds
For the gift of life will find its end
Meanwhile, we’ll just wait for the day
When pain will subside and peace will stay
And rotting centuries later—you will surely find
That—yes! Death is truly, sincerely kind
So—I implore you, my shady friend
Allow this life to find its end
Don’t lose yourself—the grieving must cease
Just let him Rest in Peace
The hardest part
I have felt in a while
is saying that word
and walking my miles
Life tears away
the very thing we love
Being with you
and I just can't get enough
Don't ever forget
about what we could've had
Put a smile on your face
for the good, not the sad
I will find you
wherever you are
Looking for you
under all these stars
You are the thing
that stays on my mind
We didn't meet by mistake
It was a sign
I searched for so long
for the feeling you gave
I was down a dark road
my life you did save
Goodbye doesn't mean
forever at all
I'll come back
if it means I have to crawl
Knowing that you are
without me by your side
truly tears me up
from the out to in side
We must be apart
But this is worth a try
For now my dear
this is temporarily goodbye
My life you did save
He lay dying_ slowly did his life pass
Watching others as they moved about room
As his heart failed, fluid filled him enmass
More than his body could handle consume
Legs swollen so that look like muscle man
Stomach swollen sounds as ripe watermelon
Lived a good life years beyond most lifespan
Pain in eyes _ don't really need this athlon
God how can in life some have to suffer much
The depth of their suffering you have shown me
Through the death of this pet whose so soft touch
Touched our hearts to depth in death _ made me see
Instant death_ here; then gone_ suffering little
So sad_ long death slow torture overbattle_
Chapters of life. Full of anger and pain always losing but you never gain, when is this story Gunna stop, when do i
get a break. Think I'm Gunna skip to the end because there's only so much I can
take
Theres never Gunna be a happy ending. But we can always Pretend. Thinking everything Gunna be ok. But theres
always Gunna be a end!
Well I guess life is a story, life is a miff What we gotta believe, theres no escaping this hell of happiness and shame.
Thats it now my time has come the story is finish and there no reason to run. Well its the final chapter after all the
pain and laughter. About to close the book now, time to go to sleep but don't worry I will rest in peace.
My every night is spent in pain
And my every day in vain
With nowhere to turn
I wait for somehow to show
I may not know their name
But when they come I will know
What shadows have befallen upon my life
Will agony await around the corner?
Or will I face my toil and strife?
My gut instinct tells me the former
My struggle to stay alive
Is constantly put off by my past
The sand is fading fast
In this translucent glass
I wish I could turn back time
When I write just to rhyme
A time when it was all fun
And when my life was not coming undone
The hours are fading
And this life no longer shows hope
I am left alone in this world
And with no happiness to elope
I sit here in this hell
These four walls surrounding me make up my being
I am left alone
And without a reason for leaving.
Somebody Say Something
By BJ Welsh
Tumbling towards the mountainous rim
All comes crashing down around him
Don’t be afraid, to rid one of vice
A whisper would have been nice
Looking back on those days
When life was good; albeit hazed
Was it just a phase?
Although it lasted longer than it should
Please, would you say something now if you could?
A few choice words would certainly suffice
A whisper would have been nice
Spiraling out and down it goes
Things go on and nobody knows
Gripping life tighter makes it melt like ice
A whisper would have been nice
If it’s silence that you’re so inclined
Don’t be shocked by a life denied
Repeat if you must once or thrice
A whisper would have been nice
Of course there was nothing to see
He made it that way quite happily
If I told you once I told you twice
A whisper would have been nice
I wish life was easy
I wish it was fair
I hate every second
It's to much to bare
Looking in the mirror
I'll tell you what I see
A poor little girl,
Crying and begging to be free
Observing every detail,
the sadness upon her face
As she starts to reminisce
all the obstacles she was forced to face
walking back and fourth
now she starts to pace
thinking how life is a crazy ride
and just one big race
a tear falls down her face
as she instantly starts to cry
the pain just hurts so bad
she just begs to die
My mother tried to kill herself
But I could only wonder why
'cause anytime I ask her
She huffs and puffs and sighs
I would assume its because
Her life was really rough
Or because she feels guilty
For the way she damaged us
I grew up with fear
That everything would hurt me
All because my mother
Would hit me when I was thirsty.
Now I'm an adult
Who suffers from anxiety
I get nervous when people talk too loud
Because I'm so used to her screams at me
If someone slams a door
My heart starts to pound
Because when she would get angry
She'd slam the door and stomp the ground
Then eventually
That will lead
To me and my siblings
Obtaining her beatings
At the time, that was life for us
We didn't know much
We thought that was real love.
So I grew up
And Hit the ones I loved
Thinking that's how you show someone
Love; Through a punch.
Now that I'm finally starting to see the truth
My depression is getting worse
Because my conditioning is a fluke.
Now I must
Condition my self
to become
something so different
And if I don't
I'll end up alone
The devil is here
He's the only one who's listening
There is a pain in my heart.......
Somewhere in my heart, there is a buried pain
Can not be shown to anyone whoever even cares for me
I keep my feelings under wraps without showing my tears
With whom I can share my pain and ease my suffering
No one in this world will know what has stored deep in my heart
Sometime in the night my pain awakens me from my sleep
And bring back my old memories from the hell of pain me more
Life without life is like being in the dark
Wondering why my life is not that fair
Today live with hopes and tomorrow die with no hopes to see
When life proves to be no simple goal
then each pain is added to my heart
Life is like an hourglass and there is an end to it
So in our life there is an end to it but when God only knows!
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2008 Ravi Sathasivam
I go through life with a broken face
I cannot smile
I have no grace
I live my life with fear and deceit
It's everywhere I go
It's the people I meet
I go through life with pain in my heart
I cannot breathe
I feel torn apart
I lived my life the best I could
I wanted someone to save me
But nobody would
I often see him sat there
on the park bench contemplating life.
He is so deep in thought that he doesn't
even notice the existing life around him,
the hustle and bustle of people going to work or
late for an appointment.
He stares,
so hard into emptiness, that I stare hard too
at the same spot as him to see what he sees,
But nothing. All I see is the beauty that sounds me
in the park on this delightful day.
Maybe ghostly spirits of his past flood his vision,
drowning him in memories and reminding him
of why his life is just so.
I hesitate and wonder if I should lend a hand,
he seems nice enough on the outside, but he may
have a darker centre, so I stand from afar and watch this lonely man,
who then comes back to reality, wipes a tear, then walks away.
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