To Draw Water
Of a knife piercing into my right thigh,
Of a the pain that was also felt at my back;
But this blood flow is the witness to you all.
Like a message from my father's home,
I have more to tell you than to cry;
Like a message from my mother's house,
I have more experiences to share than to weep;
Like life in Mesopotamia when,
The women go out to draw water.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Take Me Home Oh Father
Take me home oh Father, take me home,
For I've wandered this land You made alone.
No one understood of what I am,
Wasn't loved it seemed by beast or man.
Take me home oh Father, take me home,
My lifes' work seems over for me now.
I have done all You have asked of me,
Oh Dear Father do You hear my plea?
Take me home oh Father, take me home,
The pain is more than one can bare.
Take me home oh Father take me home,
To a place You promised if You care.
Take me home oh Father if You would,
For all my life I've tried to do what's good.
Take me home oh Father my life is done,
All has ended please now take me to Your Son.
poem by Linda Winchell
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FEEL AGAIN - Song Lyrics
Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass
The memories flash
Of how it felt to feel that way
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
I watch the people
Not because
I wanna be their friend
I watch them not
Because I hope to know
Them in the end
I simply watch
And ask myself
Why do I feel this way
How did I get here
Can I hope
To feel again someday
To feel the feelings
That they feel…
To hope, to love, to cry
To fall and feel the pain
Or rise in triumph to the sky
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
All I have are memories
Of the times
When things were good
Memories of the days
Of when I felt
The way I should
Memories now that
Flow before the view
Inside my mind
Just as the passing people
Flow before my open eyes
Oh God! How can I be
Like them
Is there a way to
Start again
I know there is
I know its there
I’ll find it
I don’t ****ing care
What I have to go through
What I lose and what I lack
I know my heart
Can feel again
If I can only
Find my way back
Home…
I’m going home…
This is my home…
It feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
I’m finally home
…Jeff Bresee
poem by Jeff Bresee
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When I Will Dying
and it was sharp like a knife
incised wounds in
as well as an extraordinary pain
blood flow is not enough to keep me dying
but the pain was so terrible
enough to ask for the death of my way to avoid approaching
because I want to eliminate the rancor
on the sidelines in pain
I feel
Red Letters
Red letters
Cut deep
Soothe the pain inside.
Red letters
Bold and loud
Scream silently.
Red letters
Secret and hidden
But a cry for help.
Red letters -
A way to deal with this pain.
As I cut these words into my skin
I remember seeing red words somewhere before
Then it hits me like a lightning bolt -
Words of Jesus are printed in red. Words of Christ in red.
Red letters
Real truth, piercing deep
Soothes my pain inside.
Red letters
Your passion, Your blood
Covers me.
Red letters
Hope and life
I cry, 'Fill me! '
Red letters -
You were pierced and bloody
So I wouldn't have to be.
'What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Oh! precious is the flow that makes me white as snow!
No other fount I know -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! '
Red letters... Nothing but the blood -
Red letters... Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
poem by Zoe MacRae
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Your Blood Seeping Through the New Blood Flow
The razor is the one that cuts the wrists
Drawing blood with every slit
The razor is the one that makes anger let go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The gun is the one that takes your pain
Leaving loved ones and some shame
The gun is the one that lets life go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The pills are the ones that cause endings
Swallowing twenty without pretending
No life left leaking when you swallow
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
Suicide is your way of giving up
Because you think your life's bankrupt
Suicide your way of letting go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
poem by Free Faller
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Thanksgiving
The man who stands above the bird, his knife
Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes
A thigh and leg, half the support
On which the turkey used to stand. This
Leg and thigh he sets on an extra
Plate. All his weight now on
One leg, he lunges for the wing, the wing
On the same side of the bird from which
He has just removed the leg and thigh.
He frees the wing enough to expose
The breast, the wing not severed but
Collapsed down to the platter. One hand
Holding the fork, piercing the turkey
Anywhere, he now beings to slice the breast,
Afflicted by small pains in his chest,
A kind of heartburn for which there is no
Cure. He serves the hostess breast, her
Own breast rising and falling. And so on,
Till all the guests are served, the turkey
Now a wreck, the carver exhausted, a
Mere carcass of his former self. Everyone
Says thanks to the turkey carver and begins
To eat, thankful for the cold turkey
And the Republic for which it stands.
poem by Mac Hammond
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~.: *: .Gone.: *: .~
The days of your youth have slipped away
The fallout of innocence has brought you here
Take the pain inside, and show it through your lies
Your heart is shattered, thrown against the wall
Falling down amongst the pieces
Getting cut by your own heart
Believing you deserve every dropp of blood spilled
Standing up against the pain
Thinking on what has brought you here
The lies tumble inside your mind
Threatening to flow out through your tears
Everything has been taken from you
Your heart, your innocence, your life
And nothing has been given in return
Failing every day to know whether to go on
Pills in one hand, knife in another
The phone in front of you, with the message still there
The truth that it tells, the lies that it hides
With that one little word, 'No'
The answer to a very simple question
Of love that was freely given
Gone is everything that you are
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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Ink Is My Blood
I am a poet.
There is ink in my blood.
I flow through lines
As a river meandering its course.
My blood is ink,
Ink is my blood.
I give life to the depressed
I flow to educate
I flow to enlighten
I meander to caution
I wriggle to chastise
I correct ills in the lands
I flow beyond borders
I flow through out the world.
My ink flows ceaselessly after my departure
It flows to the land I never tread
My ink is my life.
My ink may look ordinary
But it is a potent force.
My ink does not faint
My ink is my blood
So, enjoy the drops of my blood
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Kiss The Knife
its stupid for me
to let u back in my life
but i cant go no more
without kissing the knife
i know i made u made
i shall pay the price
but all i wanna do is.....
kiss the knife
u can stab me in my back
but i can take that
what makes me feel right
is a kiss to the knife
sharpiest knife in the draw
there is my knife out the door
kiss the knife goodbye
it cut me open
n i gave it my heart my life
i want you back
kiss the knife
poem by James Bost
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Pain Flows
my pain flows with my blood
it flows to my heart
it flows to my mind
my pain floods my body with hurt
its traped in side, not way out
i grab my knife and open my skin
lettin out my pain
with every cut i feel my pain leavin me
i sigh with every slit
cuttin till all of my pain is gone
but with every day more pain i get
my pain floods my body with hurt
tryin to get out
waitin till that knife slides acorss my skin
Tassie's Pain
Blood everywhere, watching it trickle down my hand;
My heart beating faster:
Pain is love...
Pain is feeling, feeling of hurt coursing through my body
Captivating me... invigorating in its own sense;
Pain is lovely...
Love is pain and pain is love but its pain to my body and my body is my temple,
And its bleeding from the inside...
Cutting it felt like an escape but it was doing the opposite,
Kind of like locking myself out and throwing away the key
Pain is adrenaline,
That never ending rush that never satisfy
But where does pain come from?
Why does it never end? Will it never end?
Pain is amazing,
It's like rotten grapes, but isn't that what wine really is? They say that's good for me, pain must be good too,
So I am shivering, head down in the sink,
A razor in my sights, with my hand shaking like its got Parkinson's
Cut....
Painfully sweet...
Pain is home
A home I built on the sand
Sand that is being blown away by my cries of hurt
Home is where my heart is
Meaning my pain is pumping hurt throughout my body
Razor still in hand, with the blood is draining down the sink
I raise it higher; thinking one slice of the jugular will end it all
The continuous pain
Cut....
I survived
poem by Lusekelo Simwela
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You Chose To Climb The Hill And Not Turn Back
'Father, not My will, but Yours be done, ' You said
then climbed the hill to the cross Your blood to shed.
There You chose to bear my pain and wear my shame
even though You were innocent and not to blame.
A load much heavier than the cross You bore
piercing deeper than the crown of thorns You wore.
You were smitten of God and forsaken too
when my sin came between the Father and You.
There lash by lash the price for each sin You paid
as all my guilt and shame upon You was laid.
Then 'It is finished, ' in victory You cried
as You bowed Your head upon that cross and died.
Deep waves of love and mercy flowed from the cross
as Your blood was poured out all my sins to wash.
They're gone as far as the East is from the West
and I'm now forgiven and so very blessed.
Because You hung there on the cross in my stead.
Because Your blood was upon the altar shed.
Because of You, Lord Jesus I can go free.
Because You chose the road to Calvary.
The Pain I Can Control
The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..
Back Home
Yeah yeah yeah
Well Im going back this summer to ohio
Im gonna seek out all my friends Ive always known
Im goin back to that farm that I remember
Well Im goin to spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Im gonna get up every morning before the roosters
Ill run downstairs fix my breakfast all alone
Ill milk those cows feed the chickens and the horses
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Ill eat everything that ma puts on the table
When I get back you wont believe how Ive grown
Ill hit the sack early everynight thinkin bout tomorrow whoa oh
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home, back home, back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Thats what Im gonna do thats where Im gonna be, thats this summer
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up every morning
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Hey woo feels okay back home
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Blood Flow
Brother brawl brother
Blood flow
Sister sinister sister
Blood flow
Pals plan pals
Blood flow
Sect set sect
Blood flow
Nation nag nation
Blood flow
Blood shed each day
Outstream water of pacific ocean
poem by Alade Abayomi IdrisWhite
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My Kidney, Stoned
Oh the pain, the pain
nearly drove me insane
never felt pain as this
I was stoned literally, stoned
from the bladder up to the kidney
Oh woe! was me
twenty four hours
I lay there in a bed
lovely nurses galore
though their luscious, insidious beauty
did me no good
blinking my eyes to wish the pain away
if I only could
plenty of morphine to ease this drought
' till the next morn
I did roam
to the O.R
the op was a success
although quite the mess
urinating blood for a day or two
I'd never wish this pain
on your worst enemy
so as far as I can see
things will be fine
as long as I keep my diet in line
must sacrifice some foods I love
spinach, shell fish
even some meats
just another pain in life
putting up with
a momentary strife
getting blessed from a doctor
under his knife
poem by Matt Mondschein
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You Will Always Be The Same
Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain
Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames
And when the son meets the father
It'll be something smarter for the pain
But you will always be the same
You will always be the same
Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile
Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time
And when the son meets the dad
It'll be pretty bad for the pain
But you'll always be the same
You will always be the same
You will always be the same
Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat
Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up
And when the father meets the son,
And the blood makes us better than the gain
You will always be the same
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Lamb of God....a reflection
as the lamb slaughtered in the face of the wickedness
the world ended with the blood of the sacrifice, as a
remission of our sin
Jesus of the Nazareth, crucified and suffered in the
cross is the ultimate sacrifice, the indemnity of the
wrath of the Father, whose anger settled through the
blood of his only begotten son
the lamb, who gives everything to save mankind, has
come to witness the salvation promise by the covenant
in the garden of paradise, where once Adam and Eve
have live
the meaning of the promise always illuminate that
Jesus is truly the son of God, who fulfilled salvation
as proclaim by the prophets has welcome those who
witness the living God in our lives
Jesus reveals in the cross the loving Father and open
the gate of heaven, where every soul is hail to the
kingdom of his father, as He always have live in a
accordance to the will of his father, Jesus offer and
accepted as a living sacrifice at the cross
His life has offer mankind to salvation, for death is the
payment of our sin, the son of Man have to die to save
the punishment of death, even at the cross, Jesus
promise salvation and a paradise for he wants us to be
there with him where ever he'll go
the lamb has come into our lives, receive and live, and
be a lamb for other life, witness that salvation as Jesus
witness the loving Father in heaven, for what ever we
give is what you receive in heaven
the lamb of God wants us to live with him in the kingdom
of the Father till the end of the world...come my brother
and sister
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Stars Twinkle
I was on guard to defend the border
In any war time it is done by an order
I was happy with only one bright hope
Felt no pain at all while exercising on rope
She was to deliver third child
The news itself got me wild
I was to be dad again
She was at home and awaited labor pain
I was at home to witness the delivery
It was conditional leave given in hurry
I was to report back if was sent with any intimation
I was not at all worried about any situation
Oh, God what is this happening
Wife is hale and hearty and no sign of labor pain
I was worried about her final stage
All family members were excited and ready to manage
I departed home with no good news
The delivery date was near and due
Upon reaching post, I got message
Wife had delivered a son in good health
I was in sky again with lots of excitement
It was one of the happiest moment
But alas! The happiness lived for short time
The child was no more and buried in short time
The child had developed some breathing problem
No doctor could provide help in time
He breathed his last and left deep scar
I was weeping in tent and world seemed very far
'The rose flower is no more' brother wrote in his letter
'It is beyond our reach' we can do no more
I cried and hit head on wall in disbelief
Cadets offered me some water to provide relief
I often go past by that memory
Pain is caused at heart and makes me sorry
I am helpless human being and can do nothing
Almighty is there to look after and take care for something
The stars twinkle in sky
I see his reflection and try to identify
Think often where he would have been placed!
A position carved in my mind can never be replaced
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can I go Home Now
I just want to go home,
I want to go there
Where I was loved and cherished
To an extent I couldnt bare.
I want to go back home
To heath town and long ley
Theres nothing left for me here
Just pain cos thats all I see
I want to go back home
Cos I miss it there so much
I need to go back home
I need to get back in touch
Can I go back please
I miss it there a lot
Can I go back now please
The hurting become to much
I need to go back now
Just to stay sane
Thanks for everything
And thanks for all the pain
Bye London x
This poem is when I just moved to london and i really kinda didn't fit in after being so popular at my old school