Your face is boring like a cold soup
Your touch irritates me like a thorny branch
Your snoring is no longer a lullaby
Your complement fuels anger in me
Your breath upsets my stomach
I no longer excitedly wait for your calls
I don’t know how I got here
breaking your heart is what scares me
I pray things would get back to normal
Like when I used to enjoy the smell of your sweat
Why Oh Why Oh Me.
Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean
Or Donald duck
Than me
I try so damn hard to move forward
But I always get knocked back
And if the road ahead was paved with gold
I’d fall between a crack
Nothing goes right
Everything goes wrong
I’d come last in my own lookalike completion
And I’m as popular with women
As King Kong
Why me what did I do wrong?
I feel like a caged songbird
Who never had a song
I wanted to be an Eagle
But I'm more like a Beagle
With a very wet nose
I’m fed up and frustrated
Condemned and so underrated
Unwanted just not good enough
A hasbeen an emotional punch bag
A failed comedienne
Without a gag
A sinking ship
A Rat caught in a trap
Ten steps forward a hundred back
An unwanted puppy
Drowning in a sack
A penniless beggar
With an empty cup
Only dark clouds and rain
When I look up
A prisoner on death row waiting to die
With no lookalike
Why oh why me
Cursed at birth
To live a life of misery.
Peter Dome©2019.
What do I know about life?
Emotions human beings display to one another.
Pain, sadnes, hurt.I know these feelings cannot be displayed in any form but through Tear's.
What do I know about life.
I think I know love, hope and family.
Haaa!!! I know nothing.
I understand something; anger, sadness, pain, hunger is what is displayed in my plate every night.
What do I know about life?
I can't tell but tears can tell.
I'm used, abused and tortured.
What do I know about life? Tears.
Thirty-four years of fist fights and screaming fits;
threats of killing, suicide; public embarrassments.
In front of my husband and son they crossed a line.
What I gave them was a piece of my mind.
"I am done with this." "We should part ways." I said,
"Before someone ends up seriously hurt, or dead."
I felt no sadness. I couldn't shed a tear.
To think about it; I gave them 15 years.
I went to see them, knowing their health was bad.
Prayer and apologies from me, Mom and Dad.
Things are better after our long time apart.
Peace of mind for fifteen years; lost.... a piese of my heart.
With great sadnes, of disfunction I tell.
For giving and losing..... the balance scale.
July 01, 2014
Contest: What I gave
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
thank you Lord
that we can worship you any time of day
thank you that we can worship you even when we pray
thank you that when we feel sad
you give us reasons to smile and make us fel glad,
we can worship you no matter what may come our way
thank you that we can worship you every single day
even when life hurts us and tears roll down our cheeck
we can find happiness when it's you we seek,
thank you that you turn tears of sadnes into rivers of joy
thank you for all the things that you do
no matter what our situation thank you that we can worship you. Amen
Psalm 5 v 7
Isaiah 6 v 3
psalm 66 v 4
psalm 145 v 3
I think at times our souls must suffer
And our hearts become our buffer
We write of truth and of sadness
Into our lives we bring such madness
To make our poems true and right
We must feel the pain we write
So we put the sadnes in out hearts
It is the way our poetry starts
And if we do not feel the pain
Our poetry has naught to gain
Yes, we may stir up controversy
(I am a poet, lord have mercy)
Some may criticize what we do
So poets,to your own heart be true
carolann crowley 6/14/07
what do you do when you know time is running out? how do you prepare to say goodby when
you know it's gonna be the last time? you hold on to and cherrish every single minute, every
single breath. does it somehow make it easier when you know and are exspecting it before
hand instead of all of a sudden? i don't think so, at least it was'nt for me. you are able to say
to them what you think you want to say and express your regrets for things you'd wished
you not said. but there's always that something you wish you could say one more time; i love
you. and to say the very last goodby still rips your heart out. knowing they are not in pain
anymore is a comfort to your soul. knowing the one you love is in a much better place of
peace. it is the only comfort i am able to feel at this time. and with time some of the sadnes
will subside, but as long as there is a breath in my lungs, my heart will cry a tear for you. i
will miss you til we meet again. in loving memory of james m. bruce and joe b. mercer.
written for those that cancer has touched and left a
scar.
The sweetest of the sad
Lays awake wondering
Where she went wrong.
The Hate that lies beside her
She couldn't help but love.
She had to get away
Yet she couldn't leave her soul behind
She loved the Hate so much
Where did I go wrong?
She thought as a little of her drifted away slowly with every second
Her heart broke with every glance, every memory
Every lost chance she had to escape.
She held on, believing it would get better
Believing it would change....
But crystal tears cling to her face
As death's call rings upon her phone
The voice of an angel could be heard
Sending her the message to change all
She knew this could be the end or the beginning
The chance to be reborn, or the chance to be killed
The phone goes dead, as the sirens become alive
This was her choice
Her God given power to save these lives
Finally, she had the power
The determination
But alas the fear ravaged her
Could she finally allow the peace to flow
Or would the Hate win once more?
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