I don't know if we ever fully get over the pain of watching a child trying to find their way through a world that too often doesn't understand.
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Eyes Of A Child
The Eyes of a Child, so innocent and pure
A Child's heart is full of song
Take their tiny hands,
And lead them to the light
As Adults we see the pain in the world,
And sometimes it don't seem right.
But through the Eyes of a Child
The World seems magical
There's a sparkle in their eyes,
They've yet to realise,
The darkness in their soul.
..the Beauty of their smile
Adventurous and wild.
Life is kinda gay,
but it doesn't seem that way,
Through the Eyes of a Child.
So, don't give up
Even when the road seems long
Just find that child inside you
You've got to find you.
Spread your wings and fly, to the brightest star
If ya want, I can even get my friend Steve to detail your car
for about twenty bucks.
Through the Eyes of a Child
The World seems magical
There's a sparkle in their eyes,
They've yet to realise,
The darkness in their soul.
The Beauty of their smile,
Adventurous and wild.
Sure, life is kinda gay,
but it doesn't seem that way,
Through the Eyes of a Child.
Got an eye on my hand!
I've got an eye on my hand!
I've got an eye on my hand!
But still i cant find you!
An eye on my hand!
Where have you gone girl?
An eye on my hand!
I'm coming up behind you.
Eye on my hand!
Don't turn around now,
Cause I'm right there,
I'm coming up behind you!
Through the Eyes of a Child
The World seems magical
There's a sparkle in their eyes,
We've yet to realise,
The bastards they really are!
The Beauty of their smile,
Adventurous and wild.
Sure, life is kinda gay,
But it doesn't seem that way,
Through the Eyes of a Child.
Sure, life is kinda gay,
but it doesn't seem that way,
Through the Eyes of a Child.
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Watching the Clouds
Watching the clouds go by
Finally understanding that I don't need to
Everything that makes sense
Doesn't
Anything that is wrong
Is right
With every death
Their is birth
With responsibility
Their is blame
In this world is pain
The one who doesn't know pain
Does not know true love
Happiness
Joy
Sadness
Birth
D eath
Greatness
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Lost In Numbness
Lost in numbness for years
Running from pain
Trapped in the freezing rain
Constantly numb
Pain is better than nothing at all
Pain without reason, a cause, or even love,
Is better than being all numb
Trapped in a world of numbness without a reason
Show me a world I understand
Pain is all that I have known
No longer able feel anything but pain
Life is filled with pain
Pain is now a comfort
The only thing I can count on
The one thing I understand
It is all I have
All I feel
For my life is filled with pain
Pain is all there is left
When happiness doesn’t work
poem by Emily Swinney
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Loss Of A Child
The loss of a child no matter what age
Doesn't seem to ease the pain.
Whether it be one day or a lifetime of memories
In your heart they'll always be.
How do you stop a parent from feeling the pain
Their life has changed and will never be the same.
Their child s face will always stay in their mind
Remembering of things and times gone by.
The emptiness that you feel in your heart
Is a feeling that will never part.
It's as if a finger or a hand has been taken away
And you try to adjust and can't find the way.
It's like one minute you can see and the next
Minute you've gone blind, and there is
Nothing that you can find.
You wander helplessly in a deep fog
Not knowing where you're going
Or where you've been, and your
screaming and cursing is a downright sin.
God had plans for your child you see
And this is the way that it has to be.
Your child was chosen because there
Is a job that must be done
And god felt he/ she was the perfect one.
The pains you feel while here on earth
Is nothing compared to when you see
Your child s new birth.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Blue Sky
(pal waaktaar)
I find it hard to breathe
As life just eats away
At the faces that surround me
They look tired today
The lady at my table
Doesn't want me here
I just want to talk to her
But would she laugh at my accent
And make fun of me
It doesn't seem like this
Blue sky's here for me
There are no girls in here
As far as i can see
Only pin-up posters
Looking down at me
Watching papercups of coffee
Growing cold before my eyes
All the things i see
That make me realize
I'm in this big world without you
Nothing to my name
I never knew that
Blue sky meant such pain
I'm dying to be different
In the coffee shop
I've lived on borrowed strength
Now my supplies are cut
Though i'm older than my looks
And older than my years
I'm too young to take on
My deepest fears
Oh, i used to be confused
But now i just don't know
Since you left i've been watching
Blue skies come and go
song performed by by A-Ha
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I Do Not Have To Be......
i do not have to close my eyes
to listen fully
i do not have to shed tears to understand
what is goodbye and
attachment all about
i do not have to burn myself in the fires of the sun
to understand how far is it from my earth
i do not have to be you to understand you
i have enough of me
and then
i have fully understood what is this all about.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What We Understand Fully
it is a matter of
experience, and common knowledge so
to speak, that
for those we do not understand fully
we say, - oh great!
and for those we half understand we say
- something is wrong
and for those we fully understand, perhaps,
because they are too obvious and
easy to grasp, we proclaim,
boring!
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Suicide Season...
Every day is a suicide season for someone
Someone who enjoys pain
Always placing the blade against their skin
Watching themselves bleed..
Why make yourself suffer when life does it for you?
Why harm yourself when other things harm you?
Why commit suicide when you will die later?
Why give up hope when you have friends?
Every day there's someone placing a gun against their head
Ending their life with out reason
Without saying goodbye to the ones they love
People say millions of family loses someone they adore to suicide
Sometimes the world doesn't seem to hear the painful tears the children cries
Hoping someone helps them change their mind before
They think of ending their life
A suicide season gives me such a fright
Imagining a kid hanging himself
A girl stabbing herself in the heart
Just to say goodbye to the pain
Suicide doesn't help the pain fade
Suicide causes more pain and
Lots of confusing that your heart
Won't seem to understand
Suicide is no escape it's just a twisted game
Thousands of children play....
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An Old Soul
I’m not like other children my age.
The children my age are precarious fools,
Whose actions are unjustified.
I don’t understand why they do as they do,
But oh, children will be children, will they not?
I’ve now gained the nickname of ‘mother’
Because I see them hurt each other for no reason,
And I’ll always step in to tell them to stop.
I hear them spread rumours,
And I don’t believe a word they say.
I’m implicated about their futures,
As if they care about their futures.
All of the foolish teens are in agony,
So despite their absurdity I try to help.
They only stab me in the back in the end.
I don’t understand the children my age,
They are cruel, unsophisticated and hostile.
They hold such pain, yet they cause that pain in others. Why?
I hold pain and it only makes me want to erase any pain in others.
Why would having pain make you want to upset others?
I’m only fourteen yet somehow I’m older than those who are sixteen,
They’re little children who know so little about the world, compared to me.
I don’t understand them enough to befriend them, so I’m lonely
And the adults don’t enjoy being friends with a child like me.
Looks are deceiving; I feel like a cognizant ancient.
I try my best but I’ll never understand any of them,
It won’t happen; I’m not as old as I feel, I am stuck being an old soul.
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Goddess of Pain
Oh Goddess
Of Pain
What will I do
Without you
Everyday
You bless me
With the feeling of pain
You make me hurt
Every single day
Do you like to
Hurt me so much
With all the pain
You give me
You tear my heart
Apart so much
I cant stand it
I try to stitch it
Back together
But you dont want
That to happen
So you just tear open
My new heart
Sometimes I wonder
If what you give me
Is not a gift
I wonder
If it is
A curse
That you pledge on me
I dont know
What I shall do
With you watching me
Every single day
Making my life
Miserable then ever
Some pain is good
But I have one little question
Just for you
Will you please
Let up a little bit
From all the pain you give me
I cant take it
Anymore
So please
Just think about it
And hopefully
Youll understand
I am just human
That is not the strongest
In the world
So like I said
Please
Just think about it
I know I will
Be thinking about it
Hoping that you understand
Because it hurts so much
I cry myself
To sleep every night
Wanting the pain to go away
I feel very tired
Right now
So I am going to go
And cry myself to sleep
Wanting you
The Goddess of Pain
To take away
All the pain
You have given me
From day after day
poem by Allison Unknown
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In my thoguhts i am alone
In my thoughts i am alone
where i fear no one understands
the pain the illness the sadness
the nightly terrors i handle alone
this experience i cant handle of this illness
they call bipolar the way im defined or labled that
one can not see past to see who i am beyond the illness
who is scared of herself who is caring for others more than herself
who will do anything to make another happy
but for one to meet someone who is 'bipolar' thats what they see
unstable depressed manic angry mood swing mess
but what they dont understand is how stable is not in our world
and it doesnt define us it makes us who we are
this illness we battle alone cause unless you have it
you can never fully understand and even if you do i dont think
we can fully understand it...
alone in this illness
alone in these thoughts
alone is how i feel
i cry alone when i feel alone
i sleep to be alone to feel nothing
to feel nothing or empty is what i need
it would be better than the saddness and hurt and
the feeling of alone
my tears fall alone
i enjoy being alone but the feeling of alone is
something i can not handle
to feel like there is no one
to feel like no one can truely understand or care
i only ache with this fear
i try to cry and scream for help but no one seems to hear
so lost in this illness and how to not feel alone
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Just Fiction
My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,
The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,
To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,
I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,
The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,
You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.
The one I have created to get out of this depression
poem by J.T. Solomon
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Her Shadow
Her shadow is forever gone since she is of someone else now. It hurts to live without her because I truly loved her though I can understand that she did not fully trust me, that is why our love story never reached a peaceful end. It ended in pain, even then I fully and truly loved you, while I was with you and in love with you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Only She Can
The child is smiling, sunshine surrounds her
Let sorrow never touch her, she has to go afar
The child is innocent, simple is her life
She will be a woman, someday someone's wife.
The child is smiling, her face a beaming moon
It doesn't stop here, a woman she'll be soon
Now she doesn't care, she is free and wild
But she has to grow up, can't remain a child.
The child is running, abandoned and gay
Let it be like this, like this let her stay
But it's in her nature, to become a woman
To make the world beautiful, in a way only she can.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
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The World Beyond - A Place of Mystery
Chapter One:
the begin
life is a cycle
but not quite a trifle...
the world around us
a world of mystery
we may not understand
what is at hand
for this is the world around us
for understanding the world
is understanding a dropp in the ocean
we have the world
a world that we do not understand
if we discover the world's secrets
we will know that drop
and we will fully make sense of life
we are the world
the world is us
thus being the key to the world's secret doors
the doors to knowledge
we must live our purpose
each creature learning more and more
until the world we know
is six feet above us
our world is coming to an end
the world we know of
the world we understand
yet don't understand
we must fix what we have done.....
the stars were bright
at the dawn of our flight
for our world had begun
the world we cherish
the world we know
but don't know
the world beyond
the dinosaurs we know so little about
how they stood for so many years
a mystery to us
imagine
the world
our world
intertwining in the footsteps
with the world we do not understand
chaos would turn to peace
imagine
our world
and the world beyond
together as one
peace and harmony
hatred and chaos
our world will have both
until we know
what we do not know
does not have to stay a mystery
now you shall know
the world beyond us
what is the world beyond us
the world we do not understand
and so we begin
the world above
the world below
our souls our colliding
and so I write this
our making
our design
just a dropp in the ocean
but with that drop
there can be another dropp saved
and a complete change in this world
we underestimate those drops
causing frustration and dislike
for it is not possible to do the impossible
unless the possible is done
Chapter two:
no choice
(the present day)
the world around us
its melting
our time is running out
the mystery we face
is an understanding that some do not have
those who understand
must help those who don't understand
to understand
thus making a difference in the environment
once the environment is fixed
we must keep it fixed
of face tragic consequences
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Miracle
A Child was born
What happiness!
Mother too tired
Still in pain
But what's that? ! Hey!
Child in good health!
That is the Miracle!
Nothing of shame..
Beautiful Angel
First breast feeding
First glance, first smile
Frst call, first step!
All these are blessing
Memories that warms
Even the coldest heart
Lights any face!
That are the Miracles!
Nothing of shame..
But what about
Hardest times
When Child is
Sick and doesnt eat
Soo many worries:
Guess the cry
Is Child in danger?
Hurt? ..How? ..Why?
Your heart jumps out..
But when the child's
Getting safe, all right
That's Happiness! !
Nothing of shame..
Years past by
I'm afraid
The Child has gone
You find yourself alone
Can't, but remember
Everyday and smile of
Past Miracles!
Nothing of shame..
Worries still there
But not the same
Now find yourself
asking and wondering
Is the Big Child ok,
not hungry! ?
Does Child's heart happy?
Loved, it doesn't
Cry of hurt?
You'll never stop to worry
That's a fact
But miracles has gone
Remains the Fear
And the feeling Lone
No more miracles left
No moore..Is it or
Not a shame? ! ..
Now! Start to live
Live for self
Go on! Come
See miracles
again, this time
Done for nobody but you!
Say it:
Miracles for me!
See? !
That's nothing of shame..
Be Brave Go On,
Couse in the end
Your soul
Has always been
It is
And forever be
alone..
This earth this time
This world
Will never let you get
or find own soul fate..
No miracle left
No one to blame
Start to do one
By self, for nobody
But you
That Miracle too
Should not be
of any
Shame...
For me, anything can be a miracle, as long as brings a smile(*_*) lol
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My Overwhelming Wish To Have A Child
A child is a bless from heaven,
A pure being that came into the world,
Like a creation of a throbbing love,
Between a man and a woman through the grace of God.
I am a sensitive woman,
In every little thing i feel life,
I wish one day i'll hold my child in my arms,
And crying happily when my child calls me "mom".
Nothing can compare a mom's feeling,
To hold in her hands those little hands,
Those shinning shy eyes are watching her with hope,
She is all the universe of her beloved child.
My biggest wish is to have a child,
To live together wonderful moments,
To enjoy its first little steps, its smile,
And each day with joy will be fulfilled.
I take this life and live it,
All vicissitudes i'll surpass,
Only those deepest pain you cannot heal,
My overwhelming wish to have a child.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Painful Memories
He is so lonely.
Feeling like he in a dead place.
Like a cemetery without no grass.
And tombstones of people that he knew from the past.
In the past hisfriend got shot in a drive by in a car that was shattered in broken glass.
But he has a girl that he loves all his life
The love never last.
He was driving in traffic.
And almost ended up in a crash.
Life can hit you hard when you lose somebody close.
And it hurts the most.
Love and hate is what surrounds us in this world and also fate.
He wish he could have his friend back and his girlfriend back.
But only thing is, he have to be strong and move on.
He thinks if he could paint a picture of his feelings.
It would be beautiful art.
The pain he feels is like a ocean.
He looks up in the sky and he saw a raindropp came down watching god cry.
He understands that the lord can feel our pain too.
He understands of being alive and being a man to understand life.
He understands being true.
He understand we can't cry out snow.
Because it would make it a cold world.
He understand he would struggle in life like being hit by hail.
He knows If he cries.
He hopes to sail.
All the pain he has inside.
He cry and flood a field.
But love always kills.
Because the pain is what the heart feels.
So he knows he will have to heal.
And be strong still.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Runaway Child
Runaway Child, don’t have to take it anymore
Runaway Child, just walk out of that door
Runaway Child, no more chances to take
Runaway Child, it’s your choice to make
Runaway Child, aren’t you sick and tired of the pain
Runaway Child, here there’s nothing to gain
Runaway Child, you get treated like dirt
Runaway Child, get away from the hurt
Runaway Child, here it’s no use
Runaway Child, get away from the abuse
Runaway Child, you don’t have 9 lives
Runaway Child, take that step or dive
Runaway Child, why are you still there
Runaway Child, how much pain can you bear
Runaway Child, you don’t have to say goodbye
Runaway Child, say goodbye, when they DIE!
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