Short Recovery From...Me Poems
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yOU KnoW YOU're PRETTY
YoUR SAFE fROM ME
yOU WATCH THE nEWS
iT KEEPS yOU fREE
yOUR'E sO MUCH better
THAN i COULD hOPE TO BE
i MAKES ME quiet
Not so mucH ME
I think i MIIGHT BE MAD
you tell me I might be sad
scREW Y oU MY LoVE
I am ready
TO BE GLAd
Physical suffering, too many,
Afflicted by physical diseases and pains,
Inconceivable that nothing can be done,
Never-Never Land; an imaginary place without diseases and pains, could that be?
Serenity; quiet the mind, body, soul, guide me Dear Lord, free me of disease and pain.
Through eyes of Love I can see
That my life was meant to be.
Through eyes of Love, there is a chance
For intimacy and sweet romance.
Through eyes of Love, there will always be that spark of joy to keep me free-
From the chains of loneliness and keep me striving for happiness.
Being as a mirror answers,
yet still a chimera
in the dense companion
that is my mind,
getting to know my character
for its more pleasant side,
I can forget, momentarily,
a season when I hurt me badly.
Totally forgiving?
Would that I were.
I plague me still
but no longer call me bonehead.
How shall I ignore the more
for the less
I come here needy and sore
ready to confess
Build me a home in your scars
take me in your wounds
I promise to unseal the jars
I have made your tomb
I will not ignore the joyous sound
of all Creation
I give my self up as Love abounds
breaking up my stagnation...
This mirror I’m standing before is my biggest enemy.
It mocks me to no end.
Why won’t anyone believe me?
I’m no match for this hard, fragile death machine
It laughs at me
It shows my flaws clearly in it’s place
It’s stares me down
Showing me the one thing that I could never bear to see:
My face.
Form:
I hear the name that I fear.
I see the colors that make me cringe.
Time can never make me forget.
Every room holds a ghost of my past.
Every wall holds evidence that it happened.
Time can't fade the memories.
No one can tell me it never happened.
No one can say just forget it.
Time can't heal the cuts already made.
Form:
A fiery rage burns inside my heart.
I placed it there when things fell apart.
And I dream someday I can put it out.
That pieces of me wont be left lying around.
Ive hidden away so that I can escape.
Because this anger in me has turned into hate
A long overload of pain and regret.
Has left me in shame and I just cant forget.
Form:
What is wrong I cannot say
Locked inside is where it stays
It's stuck inside not thrown away
To be stored for another day
It builds up more as does it's fate
Leaving me as though I am hate
What i was delt leaves me insain
And drives me wild with constant pain
My mind can't mild with such a pace
Locked inside is where my thoughts race
Form:
Locked in a Cage
I Have been locked in this cage..
I am going crazy - up in a rage..
They should of put me - in a padded cell..
My knuckles are bleeding - all to hell..
Feraously mad - I have lost all control..
My mind went bent - then my soul, went into a hole..
When they came - to lock me up..
I begged them - to put on, the hand cuffs..
Breathe into me a new life
one that I should've had a long time ago
one with great possibilities and great truth
a life full of the mundane, the ordinary, the extraordinary
all of the things I never appreciated before
the things I took for granted
Give me the love only you can give
a love based on truth
show me all of the things
I was blind to for so many years
Tell me why, why was I born like this
With the affliction of addiction and love for crisis
Tell me why, so young I lost my inocence
Good and evil, which way, Im sitting on the fence
Tell me what, whats wrong with non conformity
Tell me whats wrong with not wanting authority
Tell me who tell me who decides
How we live, what we do, how we get to where we die
Form:
Cause maybe you won't tell me
That name you don't like so I'll
Play dress up and pretend it's
Andromeda like the constellation
Or maybe you let me hear it and I’d
Tattoo your name across the
Heavens; Constellation I want
To call "maybe I should listen to
My mother more often" or maybe Zeus
Built you just to make the flowers jealous...
October 1st, 2012 (9:22 pm)
Form:
The hold I cannot explain
The constant urge
The wonderful numbing high
That tops every cloud up above in the sky
The need for the next bag
Before the come down gets any stronger
Hopefully ten, twenty minutes or just a little bit later
who is going to keep me from waiting any longer?
Every bag seems to bring me in deeper
just look at me know.....
I think this high is a keeper!
Look at me...I thought I was free..
Free from things that tie you to me
I don't know how to release myself
from where I don't need to be.
I thought I could break away..
The strength was in my hand
Courage was in my pocket
For me to possess my land.
But, I'm where I was before..
Tho' I tried so hard to rearrange
I don't know how to release myself
Nothing for me has changed.
O God!
You are a fraud,
Why have you taken,
My mother so far?
Who will woke me up?
Who will dress me up?
Who will scold me?
Who will love me when I cry?
O God!
Please bring my mother back.
I am still a child,
Who don’t know how to chide.
She was so gentle,
She was so humble,
How could you kill her?
It was a blunder.
When I'm not in the mood
I eat break up food
And watch movies all night
Ruin my sight
Popcorn stuck in my braces
Slurp soda, make funny faces
Laugh at stupid stuff
When things are sad, I give a loud huff
But every emotion is defined
I'll watch movies of any kind
To make me laugh or cry
To help thoughts go away of... the guy
But man I love break up food
It really gets me in a good mood! :)
Desire
Coursing through my veins
Infecting my brain
Drives me insane
I'm feindin' for those uppers
I'm feindin' to get down
I need to feel that ecstasy
That overwhelming sound
I'm cravin' me some instant death
I'm asking to raise hell
I hear my familiar shallow breath
That comfy, cushioned cell
I need to feel my insides out
I need to taste the pills
I feel the love and that's no doubt
That wretched, lovely taste that kills
I am 17 and i have much to say, my life has been rough but i'm here to stay. Death cant stop me and neither will you' i will stand strong and play my tune. woe was me trying to fight the sea but i didn't see the sea was to strong for just me. i pushed and i shove and i fought the current ' now look at me i don't deserve it. mercy was given so many times, i couldn't event spare a dime. i love them now and always will if only i could pay that bill.
You are the one that made me sane,
Even though it was you that tortured my brain,
You were the one who made my blood turn black,
But you made me, me and I will never turn back,
Most of the time you drove me up the wall,
But you made me see I should never be treated so small,
I am stronger than that and I deserve more,
And you made me realise by treating me so poor,
My future without you, I can look forward,
You are not a man, You are simply a coward.
Return the happiness you have taken from me
If you will not share it with me than it has no place
within you. Return the happiness for my life has no
meaning no beginning or ending without it. Return
the happiness and try to remember how you once
loved me and how sweet and sincere your words fell
from your lips. Return the happiness for if you ever
loved me even the slightest bit you will allow me this
one final gift...
~This form is called: Anaphora~
Promise me that you wont cry,
When my time comes to say goodbye.
Promise me that my ashes will set free,
Drifting slowley in the endless sea.
Promise me you will always laugh,
While remembering our good times in the past.
Promise me to walk in the night,
Knowing dark is as good as light.
Promise me that you will stay strong,
Never let go, and always hang on.
Promise me that your heart will set free,
For this is not the end, but the begining, of me.
With sharpened axe you splice and splice again
Repeatedly you strike
Should I forget your name
You take a rest and burn and ache and swell
Until old familiar returns to bring me Hell
You rage in Devils angry fire
Keep me awake
I can not sleep through depth of mire
You drill with pressure,
push, pummel and pull
You drag, drain and dull -
to peace - short while
Praise be! Amen!...
but not for long...
with wrong move
or slight of weather
start over again...
This
Is my cry
Oh Lord please hear me
Clear the troubles of my soul
Grant me your continued grace
Anew this heart ’s song
Mend my limbs
Too
This form was introduced to me as "Joseph's Star"... it is a poem that has no rhyme ...
just syllables of 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, and 1. It should have complete statements in each
line. It can be about any subject. It should look like a star when center aligned. There
is no limit on the number of stanzas you make
I'm sitting on the floor with bleeding hands.
My legs are shaking to bad for me to stand.
You left me here with a glass heart.
It was already cracked from the start.
So when you left me saying, "Its for the best."
My heart had fell and broke from my chest.
Scooping up the shattered glass.
I cut up my hands on the past.
Now that its broken beyond repair.
I have no more of my love to share.
So someone else will have to mend my glass.
And hopefully my new heart will finally last.