Tag: pain
group name: poetrybyus
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February 03, 2008 10:30 AM EST --
Abigail Ampwire, thin as a reed,
Face of beauty, pained by her grief,
Watched as the still born,
White as flour, dissolved in her arms,
And said, "Take a baby from a woman
And you . . . more
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August 19, 2007 04:40 PM EDT --
Disappear
I don't want to inconvenience you
I don't want you to even see me here
I would prefer you walked right past me
My wish is to disappear
I don't want you to see my faults
I don't . . . more
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August 26, 2008 04:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes I try and imagine
what it must be like
to never be able to see past yourself,
to live life so engrossed
in your own problems
that you never see anyone else's pain. . . . more
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April 09, 2007 03:54 PM EDT --
Pain is a part of life. Sometimes we fall down and don't want to get back up.
The pain from the fall is real, the cuts may run very deep.
You might not want to get up in the morning, at night . . . more
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July 07, 2007 07:34 PM EDT --
Hungry eyes,
aching heart;
Please go away;
You're tearing me apart.
You laugh,
you smile
with the innocence
of a child,
never knowing
I'm dying inside.
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February 23, 2008 09:16 PM EST --
Soft as a whisper
you come to me,
amidst the ashes
amidst the tears;
Arms wide open,
my heart is closed,
not quite ready
to face its fears;
I give what I can,
afraid to . . . more
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March 14, 2008 11:12 AM EDT --
She opens her eyes
to the sun streaming in
and she groans;
Just another day
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July 05, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
Walls close in,
and there is no escape
from this self-induced hell.
Wish I was spry
like the gingerbread man...
Oh, God...I would run away
as fast as I can
and escape . . . more
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September 27, 2007 08:49 AM EDT --
this is a poem I wrote a long time ago...
Heartache
the pain of heartache
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March 29, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
Your kindness is killing me;
Why don't you just let me go?
Why must you sugarcoat the bitterness,
make promises you have no intention
of keeping? . . . more
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September 03, 2008 07:41 PM EDT --
Bring on your bitter bones
and I'll bury them deep
in the backyard.
I don't mind the digging,
I don't mind the sweat;
Those bitter dry bones
ain't seen nothing yet.
They . . . more
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September 07, 2007 09:53 AM EDT --
This heart beats,
waiting for love's coffin
which will surely come,
for how can anything so beautiful
linger on?
This world cannot contain it
amidst the ugly darkened doors
which slam shut on . . . more
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November 08, 2007 09:45 AM EST --
I'm so tired.
Tired of being strong,
tired of holding on,
tired of smiling
to cover up my pain.
I'm so tired.
Tired of holding things together
through any kind of . . . more
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October 08, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
I feel so tired,
and these teardrops
won't stop falling;
Nothing is the same
since you're gone.
I look in the mirror,
and its me...just me
standing there,
loneliness my
only companion. . . . more
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July 20, 2008 04:07 AM EDT --
In the darkness, pain needs no guide or reason for its existence
As it visits and leaves its packages behind to wake you. . . . more
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November 15, 2007 09:39 AM EST --
She walks crowded pathways
searching for shelter, or
at the very least...someone
just as ravenous as she.
Darkness hides
the open sores,
the bleeding eyes,
the worms that seek
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January 21, 2008 11:40 AM EST --
So here it is,
my christening,
my undoing;
No more
wantan dances
in darkness
or screams of release
from unknown
demons who assail;
Flesh and soul purified
once again,
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February 10, 2007 11:08 PM EST --
missing my darling
always waiting by the phone
just to hear his voice
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July 10, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
Silenced by your madness,
I reach out through my gaping wounded heart
to capture any love that comes my way,
whether it be real or imagined;
I let it soak in,
and I cry tears of joy
knowing that . . . more
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February 11, 2008 09:40 AM EST --
My spine aches with the cold
And the arthritic beginnings I'm told
Which will my future companion be
For the indeterminate days ahead of me.
Part of the many aspects of growing old.
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