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| Other People's Poetry - Page Two |
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| "Change" I change for my past, I hate to runaway, But now I'm too far down, With nothing to say, I see your kind face, Looking at me from above, I gave you everything, I even gave you love, But you betrayed my trust, Tore my heart till it could tear no more, And then as it if couldn't get worse, I was alone, No one understands, These feelings I have, No one understands, Why I changed because of the past, No one understands, Why I put on a smile, When inside I'm screaming, And going into denial, Maybe I shouldn't, Have told on you that night, Or maybe I should have killed myself, And gone into heavenly light, No one understands, This pain I feel inside, While the rest of me is trying to smile, All I want to do is hide, No one understands, Why I am afraid of a friendly touch, Or something so small as a presence, No, no one understands much, But if they were to look, They'd realise how brave I am, Because I am living, And I have almost conquered you, you miserable man. By, Saddened Laughter |
| "How can I fear?" How can I fear, such a little man? Why can't I conquer him, to make a stand? Why must I hide in the corner at night? Why must he yell, and give me a fright? Why must I not sleep in a lover's arms? Instead why must I sleep in a tangle of fate's yarn? Why must I fear, the man I once loved? Who had shown me courage, trust and love? By, Saddened Laughter |
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| THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED You walk in sad and depressed Your feeling a little bit pissed But why did you do it? Why did you take our baby away? Did it feel good? Did it make you feel big? I hope you're now lying there Wondering how it would have been To walk our baby round the park Showing him the bees Showing him the trees Waiting for that day when he finally says DADA Would you feel proud? 'Cause I know I would But thats the problem we'll never find OUT! By, Anonymous |
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| This poem was written for me by a lovely young lady. I was very touched to recieve it, so thank you very much Saddened Laughter, you made my day. "A Lily or a Rose? Which flower do I give? I can't really decide, So I only wish you to live. A Lily or a Rose? White isn't always pure, Does red always mean blood? Such raging emotions with no cure. A Lily or a Rose? A hard decision to make. I couldn't do it, So a Lily and a Rose I'll take. A Lily or a Rose, such a sweet question of the heart. I guess I'de want to make a new flower, One that shows all the emotions and how you've been hurt. A Lily or a Rose, Neither is what I say, for neither one is needed, as long as you live another day." By, Saddened Laughter. |
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| Why? You know its true what they say, That my feelings don't go away, I don't know whether it's good to have loved and lost, My pain freezes like a frost, Now I believe what they say, And I do sit here and pray, But you'll never be back one day. Why you left me I don't know, You've hurt me in ways I don't know, Even now I wonder I don't know, Why you felt you had to go, I miss you and hope, But I realise and know, That you'll never be back one day. I think back to us, I miss you so much, I even sit here and cry, Even though I'm a guy, But I know, As I look out and hope, But you'll never be back one day. I could read you like a book, I knew who to run to when stuck, I remember the fun we had, Pissing off the neighbours cat, Now that has gone, I must try to carry on, But you'll never be back one day. You know it's true what they say, But my friend left me that day, I'd like to think I know where you've gone, But I'm just left to carry on, But then who knows what's right? I've got to continue my fight, But you'll never be back one day. You'll never be back one day. Copyright, Simon Dixon 2002 |
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| I Scream As I carve words into my skin, it bites and tears, it hurts within I feel as though I am blinded, with no way out. No-where to run, no air to shout. I'm running in circles, of endless abounds, around and around, no-where to be found. I cry out, but no one hears, no one will see me in all my years. Oh blessed chill, it descends upon my body. Like it's raining knives, like I'm a nobody And then it's over, I stare at my flesh, carved as though, it was tangled in flesh. It does not bleed, but I wish it would, I want to live, if only I could. Stop all these feelings, deep inside, They corner me now, no place to hide. I Scream. By, Saddened Laughter |
| This is a follow up poem to the one Saddened Laughter originally wrote for me. I was again, extremely touched. Thank you. "I made you a new flower, One to you I now give, While I'm wishing you the best of luck, Good health and for you to live. It's petals are soft as pillows, as comforting as the rain, The most beautiful of all the flowers, and to no-one but you shall it gain. I call it the Rosly, and it you it now resides, It shows neither fear nor pain, and emotions it does hide. It's like a little secret, between the best of friends, For this special little flower, will be here to the end. So take it now my friend, and pluck it from my hand, Journey with it now, However far the land. Bestow upon it colour, and of which you choose, For surely neither thing, can ever make you loose. So take care of this flower, I know you really will, Thats why I entrusted you this gem, To the day of no more 'until'. So cry to it your sorrow, carry it through your days, Hopeful thinking of tomorrow, and conquer what comes your way. So good-bye little flower, this meeting is not the last, as we walk an endless waltz, and continue dancing with the past." By, Saddened Laughter |
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| I wonder what you really see, When you look over here at me. A fat girl who's really amazingly big, Who obviously stuffs herself like a pig. The jolly fat girl, without a doubt, Who's always joking and messing about. Do you ever wonder what's inside? Please listen a minute and then decide. The real me is not a bit like that, I'm tired of wearing my "don't care" hat. Inside I'm crying and screaming at you, Help me, I'm drowning, what shall I do? I feel no-one loves me or cares how I feel, Sometimes I feel my life is not real. I'm angry, I'm guilty, ashamed of myself. I long to cry out for someone to help. I'm out of control, I long to be free I hate myself, Oh please can't you see? I want to know that somebody cares, Instead of feeling that everyone stares. This fat girl really desires to be thin And is fighting a battle that is difficult to win. So please say hello, how do you REALLY feel? And give me the chance to show you I'm real. Now i've explained will you please try to see, That I long to be cared for and loved just for me. By, Charlotte |
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| Paths Unknown So shall I reap what I have sown, I'm by myself, I'm on my own A solitary legacy Just as I asked, so it shall be. A trail of tears, a breathless sigh, a fear that I can't justify A hunger that won't be denied, a need that can't be pacified Yet as I wonder paths unknown, I search to find what might have grown Cold, barren ground is all I see Is this what's to become of me? And so I seek to end my quest, exhausted now, I kneel to rest and as I fall, I brush a stone, beneath from which a rose has grown. A single, solitary one, outstretching leaves to greet the sun A bud confined within its tomb Now warmth has caused this rose to bloom So shall I reap what I have sown, no longer fearing paths unknown I'm by myself, I'm on my own . . . to find my rose beneath the stone. By, Barbara Hastings |
| Untitled Shiny and sharp jagged little teeth, jewels of destruction glittering in the moonlight. How can something so small be so deadly? Calling, calling. It's time to end the charade. I'm weak and pathetic. Icy cold peaks of white on white, breaking the placid surface of the warm crimson waters. Cutting through with an unrealized vengeance. No resistance here. Last chance for redemption, recognized only in the final hour as the bell tolls three. It tolls for me. By, Barbara Hastings |
| Darkest Descent (A Not-So-Grand Finale) When the curtain descends, spinning out of control When Its out of my hands and into my soul When the lights are extinguished, the stage fades to black When the ghosts of applause vaguely echo in back The spotlight has darkened, descend from the stage, gaze upon yout shattered image Now the aisles are clear and the doors have been closed Strip the costumes away and see us exposed. Remove all the makeup, the wigs and the vests, peel off the sequins, the silks, and the rest It's all superficial, like grease-paint and lights It's all in the act we use Saturday nights Now the night won't begin at the end of the day The actors won't act and the players don't play When we realize there's only one opening night, we have taken our bows and we exit stage right Then there's no chance for encore, and no curtain call When there's no helping hand, then we surely must fall Darkest descent, spinning out of control It's out of your hands and into my soul. By, Barbara Hastings |
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| Tragedy My dreamscape lies naked on the pale unwashed sand As twilight creeps slowly across ocean and land Why can't I sleep what is it I hear The screams in the distance drawing ever so near Stay away don't come I close my eyes I don't want to see this child as she dies Quickly I can tell by the look on her face The terror and wanting that covers each space Rescue me cries the child in pain Don't leave me here to be abused again Don't turn and walk with my blood on your hands Don't be a coward stop take a stand Help the children the rewards are untold If you stop the abuse I might grow to live old I might cure cancer or take the Nobel prize You will never know if I am left here to die Rescue abused children and hold them dear Nobody survives in a state of such fear An abused child. Anonymous |
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