| The Merriment of Life The feet of angels tread upon my skin. How quickly they become devils and madness overtakes. Why do I persist? Why do I try? Happiness turns to pain, sorrow to joy, and back again. Only one is a broad circle -- not the first and not the last -- my fault all I know yet not cencede to say. Truth is hidden behind lies to protect. Light changes to dark and dark to dawn and I wonder when and what next. |
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| The Pain The Pain could end, it could stop now, one quick thrust or one small swallow. Yet when I try you hold me back. Why...I yell to silent ears for you won't listen. You only hug and cry and know; know how I feel and why I do this. Yet the pain continues. All my fault and yet no one's. I was born with this pain it seems and it will never go away not until I go and you won't let me. Yet somewhere I can let go of life, of pain, of this. I can never say goodbye. I can never leave. I know now. This is my burden, my pain, my life and it cannot end. Disclaimer: Just as a note...I am not suicidal. That's not totally what this is about. It just about emotional pain. ok. Just wanted to clear that up. |
| The Reawakening My heart pounds, my breathe growns strong and I leave. I leave the shadows behind. I awaken only to find, I have not left just have been misplaced: hours, minutes, seconds never to be told, never known to me. Hanging precarioulsy between life and death. I pause and breathe. My heart joins, the crisis past only to return unknown when next it will return. Today, tonite, never. Will it end me? I will never know until..... |
| Pain's Memoirs I sit and watch others. The Pain I had now belongs to them. My compassion runs deep for I know their pain, their tears and heartache but I know -- as happened with me -- it will pass and the sun will return to the day. All it takes is a friend or two to make you laugh or smile and the pain will lessen with time and smiles. All it takes is trust in time and trust in you. I know for I have been there. |
| This poem is one of my personal favorites...... In the Dark of the Night In the dark of the night the devil yawns collecting souls for his own personal goals. Hiding in the silence, she comforts the night and prays for the dawn. How safe is the safest hideout? How far is safe enough? To close is death and there is no sanctum. She cowers and prays for the light knowing it will not come soon enough. Shrieking breaks the silence as the purest darkness approaches. Yet just as the end closes in a reprieve arrives -- light -- the Dawn. A new and glorious Day! Never before so happy to see the sun she yells in glorious triump then grows silent for she knows the battle will begin agian -- when the sun sets an the darkness returns. |
| Anger Anger and rage fill me. They stop my breath and kill my soul. I can't fight it, so I try to hide it but it bursts from beneath its vail of decept. I explode and scream. I feel the blood run down my hand and see the cavity from my knuckles. Just empty plyboard but an unyielding mass fit to purge the soul. I claim -- better than a human my fist to hit -- and suddenly I cry. Anger spent, I know my wrong and await the punishment of my soul. I have failed once again to hide my Anger. |
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