Normal
Pain is in proportion to livingness.
The more alive you are,
the more it hurts
to live.
This is normal.
The young hurt most
but mend quickest.
New flesh heals
where old flesh withers.
Young mind feels
pain piercing and deep;
often so deep that of itself it heals;
a child that cries itself to sleep,
cries and forgets in eternal singing.
This too is normal.
Until clinging
enters the heart,
laying up the treasure
of its tears
to be disinterred in later years,
repented at unwanted leisure.
And this is normal.
The prophet said:
“I will give you life more abundant.”
His shadow added:
“And more abundant pain to go with it.”
Quite normal.
Amidst so much normality
the pain is what shines through,
making a mere formality
of what you think you want to do.
Grasping out and feeling pain.
Letting go and letting heal again.
See where the yellow banner is unfurled:
“All is for the Norm
in this most normal of all possible worlds.”
poem by Brian Taylor
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A Rainbow Of Pain
a rainbow of pain is normal for me
i can hide it well so no one can see
a rainbow of pain can be dark and so lonley
it has griped me tight it knows it does own me
a rainbow of pain flows thru blood
the cuts are so deep the streets will flood
a rainbow of pain keeps me alive
without this rainbow i will not survive
we all have this rainbow but not all can use it
a rainbow of pain can cause you to lose it
a rainbow of pain is normal for me
the pain runs to deep theres no hope for me
poem by Steven Johnson
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The Power Beyond What Is Normal (2 Cor.4: ; 7) ...
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Pull You Out of Pain
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Really Make A Change
It Can Lift You From The Dumps
Up Into Sun Rays!
It Can Take An Aching Heart
In The Deep Of The Night
Heal It ‘Til It Glows
Like Candlelight
Whether Its Your Lowest Moments
Or The Coldest, Lonely Hours
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Is A High Power!
It Is The Powers That Be
It Is The Power That Is
It Beats All Other Powers
… and It’s HIS!
It Is The Power For The Better
It Is The Power That Lasts Forever
To Really Turn It On
Just Pull Love – Lever
Call On It In A Hurry
In An Emergency
When It Comes To You
You Will Finally See
It Is The Power Of Holy Spirit
And It’s Awesome To Be Near It
But When It Fills Your Soul
… Boy, It’s Joy Is Bold!
It’s Like An Apple Covered In Carmel (1 Pet.2: 3)
I Can’t Resist The Power Beyond Normal
It’s The Sweetest Power Treat (Ps.19: 7-10)
I’ll Ever Eat …
It’s The Strongest Power Trip, I’ll Take
While I’m Awake …
It’s Not A Gimmick Fake
It Feels So Great!
To Those Who Don’t Know
I Know This May Sound Strange
But Those Who Do Know of It
… Know Its Range …
It’s Infinite – Limitless
In Euphoric Release
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Brings You Peace …
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
May Be A Mystery
But It’s A Gift From GOD
… That’s Right, It’s Free!
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Break All Chains …
Written & ©: 10/4/10
By: MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Locked Inside Her Pain
Living day to day in severe pain,
overwhelming is her pain today,
can't walk too good, for her legs hurt so.
Kind and gentle she is, through all of her pain,
even on her worst days, she always has a smile
and a kind word for those who may pass by her way.
Day after day I watch her in pain
and pray there was something I could do.
Intensely wanting to just be able to take all her pain away,
nothing I can do to help her with it.
Sweet and loving she is, her pain is sometimes unbearable.
Intense pain is what she lives with everyday.
Doctors won't give her anything for fear she may be allergic.
Each and everyday her pain becomes worse.
Hating myself because there is nothing I can do to help her,
hoping that someday they will find a cure for Fibromyalgia and tendontis,
realizing that she may never ever be pain free.
Patiently, she tries to do the things she used to do
but, once again her pain stops her from doing them.
Inside her pain she cries, for relief of her pain or maybe a cure
never getting the relief she so deserves, or wants.
Dear Lord, please take my mom's pain away,
so she will no longer be locked inside her pain
and give her the life she used to know back,
so that she can live her life a normal person without pain,
and God, please be with her every day and night
and keep her safe and warm.
poem by Melissia Ann Senter
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Constant Pain
You don't know what it's like to have Pain, every time you take a
breath or even breathe.
You don't know what it's like to have to hold your breathe each time the
bus turns a curve
You don't know what it's like when you're standing and you have to move
but you don't want to because you will be in Pain
You don't know what it's like to get up and know that you are going to be
in Pain most of the day
You don't know what it's like for your heart to beat fast as if you just
ran a mile even though you only walked a few feet
You don't know what it's like to be in never ending Pain
You don't know what it's like to sit and in be in Pain
You don't know what it's like to not want to walk because with each step
it will make your hip hurt
You don't know what it's like to sit on your bed and wait for your heart
to beat normally
You don't know what it's like to have Pain in your arm that is writing
this
You don't know what it's like to wait for the Pain to stop
You don't know that it's like to see your hand move because something
inside your chest is beating way above normal
You just don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like to not want to sleep
You don't know what it's like to experience Pain every time your back his
straight
You don't know what it's like to have my Pain
You will never know what it's like to have my Pain
You will never know and you will never try
My Pain is my Pain, no one else's
It is my burden to bear. I bear it alone. I will bear it alone till I
change my mind
It's not anytime soon. I'm sorry.
You don't know what it like for something to bleed on your hand when you
don't know how you got it to bleed
You don't know what it's like to not want to take a deep breathe because
if you do, you will just be in Pain and sometimes, you just can't help it
poem by Matthew Bresette
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Returning to South Carolina meant getting a normal job in a normal town with normal people and marrying a normal person. I wanted the glamour and opportunity of the world.
quote by Donna Rice
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Insanity
There is no such thing as normal, just mundane
To swear thou art normal is profane
In each heart morsel, I beat pain
And go to the clinic and claim am sane
And others doth be insane
To my affliction, and my hurt vanity
All around me is a circle of insanity
I attempt to imprint myself on its orb
But in its vortex I doth absorb
The populace, society, and its ignorance
Mundane, profane, pain and insane…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Hub Normal
All human
Are not for
Normal...
At mind...
All are hub normal
Today...
Each every human
Mind is not for free...
All are wanted for
Some of wastage
Put in side the mind...
World is not for silient...
With human mind also...
Sounded, murmered,
Much busy...
so...
All human mind are
Hub normal...
Body also some time
Normal...
Many time hub normal...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Love is hard
What happens when you have to say goodbye
do everything just go back to normal
well i can't do because im already intangled
in the mist of the love i feel for you
is it normal
to fall for a guy who already has one week
one week left to seem me
untill he leaves for college
to go his separate ways
is it normal
for me to cry at his graduation
for me to break down
when i only began to know him
is it normal
for me to be jealous of the thought of future girls
when i know that we cant be together anymore
love is the best and worst thing tha can ever happen
love is hard
is it normal
poem by Jasmine Jorden
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What You See As Normal, I Just Don't See
i'm tired of getting told,
that sex is just a normal thing,
why do i have such a problem with it?
it's a natural thing to enjoy,
everything that was normal,
to me it just not normal,
to live life being afraid,
of the one thing, sex,
i can't get my mind around that,
i can't see it as something normal,
the first time i was introduced to it,
i was a child,
a freakin child,
i didn't have a choice,
sometimes it feel like,
i still don't have a choice,
ppl may tell me i do,
but they just don't get it,
how trapped i feel in my body at times,
my mind and body are seperated,
sometimes things don't feel real,
times like these i wonder why try,
why continue to fight a battle,
that don't seem to be worth finishing?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Rhymes Stop Here
In this world there are two types,
The normal people and the not so normal,
The normal ones are the ones who wear stripes,
Always dressing as they need to be formal.
The not so normal ones,
Act and dress totally nuts,
Some wear dark makeup by the tons,
Some even get the courage or the guts,
To tell you what is right or not.
I stopped rhyming to tell you,
That even though some are different on the outside,
We are all the same on the inside.
Remember this when you sum up the stupid to bully again.
poem by Hannah Eichenauer
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For Every Child
For every child who cries at night
Alone with shame in pain and fright
For every child who wants so much
To only feel a gentle touch
For the beaten child, who cries in pain
Whose tears run silent, like the rain
For the child used to satisfy lust
Who never learns to love or trust
For the child taken from her home
And made to feel so all alone
For the child whose home is just a shell
Where life becomes a living hell
For the child who smiles but cannot feel
Because of scars too deep to heal
For every child who yearns for love
I hope and pray to God above
To hear your cries and heal your pain
And give you back your life again
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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What's The Difference
I still feel pain
I still cry
Twenty -four hours
Make a day
What's the difference?
The nights so quiet
I still hear my heart beat
And when I hurt
I still bleed
What's the difference?
Six years I was sober
And the grass is still green
But now I smoke weed
Will it make me normal?
I can't tell
What's the difference?
There will be those
Who don't see it my way
And those who are prisoners
Of themselves
I can't tell
Are they normal, if not
What's the difference
I'm leaving soon
As scared as I came
And given some time
I'll have problems again
But this time around
I know
What the difference is
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Bottled Up
Everyone has secrets, they don't wish to tell
Some are really painful, that make you feel unwell
We chose to discard, them to lock them away
The longer we do, the more they want to escape
They can bring lots of pain, they can work up the tears
Why do we try to act normal, and cover what we fear
We trap it inside, as it annoys us too much
When we finally try to let it go, it hurts so much
Someone else finds out, and you think your world is at end
But before too long, what you've told begins to mend
Keeping things to yourself, can hurt really deep
Do what I did tell someone, it does help a heap
poem by Lisa French
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Wishful Thinking
My mind is racing.
I can't slow it down.
It won't become normal
'til you're around.
I think past today.
I wait for tomorrow.
'Cause today is empty,
too much sorrow.
My wishful thinking
keeps me sane.
An unexpected phone call
eases my pain.
I hear your voice
and feel peace inside.
I express my feelings,
don't let them hide.
My mind is at rest
for the next few days.
It almost feels normal.
I'm not in a daze.
My future's unknown
so all I can do
is content myself
with thoughts of you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Purpose Of Life
we are humans nothing less
no one is perfect everyone makes mistake
we hurt each other, we hates each other
that's the purpose of life
when we end up lonely it's normal to treats others in a bad situation
when we have no one to run to or to speaks with it's normal to be used
that's the purpose of life
how would the world works without struggling?
life is not fair it is just a pain so understand that
life is all about taking risks so understand the task
the purpose of life
poem by Guenael Oristel
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My Heart
This pain it won't stop.
It won't go away.
It lingers.It's painful.
Not physically, but emotionally.
It makes me cry.My temper flares.
Embedded in my chest; the pain.
Bit by bit it grows.
Larger and larger.
Day by day.
I want it to stop, but it won't.
It's not just loneliness and anger.
It's hurt, betrayal, sadness, and a longing to be loved.
A longing to be needed.
This pain devours my happiness in a minute.
No notice. No sign.
It just does.
This pain tells me I'm different.
Not normal. Not needed. Unimportant.
This pain is me heart.
poem by Heather Noble
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EQ (emotional qoutient)
at first
it was so horrible
i locked myself inside the room
as father hides the knife
then i had the second failure
i kept it to myself
and despite the red spot in my eyes
i said
it was nothing
and then there was this third
and fourth and fifth
and so on and so forth
somehow i said yes and yes
to all these
for how can one refuse disappointments
and failure
oh! they come so naturally
and then the feeling of pain is gone
i rise above frustrations
the pain is too normal
the body gets adjusted
the brain is numb
when they come again in my life
all these have become my brothers and sisters
and mothers and fathers
they bring no pain anymore,
except the hard lessons
and all these
for us to live
we must
by heart learn.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alone
It's what I always think
It's why I see red everynight
Alone is how I feel every minute of the day
It's etched in my skin
So deep I can't get it out
Maybe it's how I'm supposed to be
Maybe just maybe I'll live a normal life
What is normal anyway?
I used to think normal was overrated
What changed?
I grew up and now it's all makeup and boys
I used to be my own person
Not caring what people thought
But now all I care about is makeup and trying to get guys to like me
I wish I could go back to that time when I was Alone and tell my self it will all be okay soon
I will move and I'll want this feeling to go away
I don't want to feel Alone anymore
I cry everynight before I go to bed
I cut deeper and deeper everytime the blade hits my skin
When will it end?
When will I be able to say I overcame my bad childhood?
I won't be able to because I'm
ALONE
poem by Marissa Ford
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Pain Is My Friend
pain is my only gain,
pain is my friend,
pain so deep and cold,
i feel at home with the dark pain,
i love pain pain is my friend,
pain will bring back my love,
pain will give me life once again,
pain so deep and cold,
is the only way i can have,
my love and my friend,
pain is the worlds friend,
pain shows us if we do wrong,
pain shows us who we are,
pain is not only in the dark,
but in the light as well,
pain is so deep and cunning,
pain can show me who i am,
pain shows the world who we are,
pain is my only friend,
with out love theres pain,
with out anyone theres pain,
with out the sun with out the moon,
theres pain so as you can see,
pain is with us and always will be,
pain will never leave its a marriage,
its a soul and a part of you,
that will never leave,
pain is my friend and it is your too....
poem by Richard Belis
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Have You Ever Felt Pain?
To know what pain is hurts the most
pain is not just a wound in your flesh
pain is a dagger in your heart
To know what pain is hurts the most
pain is a lover slipping away from you
you keep on watching until there is nothing left to do
Pain is a friend who stabed your back
through your flesh into ur heart
and slowly you'll fall part by part
Pain is not just a wound in your flesh
Pain is a dagger in your heart...
poem by Wriju Adhikary
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