Broken Home
All alone
I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
And my wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Want to know the truth
Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
but does my father even care
If I'm sad or angry
you were never ever there
when I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
I'm crying day and night now
whats wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
Push it back inside
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself living in a broken home
How couldI tell it So all y'all could feel it
Depression strikes hard like my old earth
Would tell it
To her son she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can take it back
Cause it's already done
song performed by by Papa Roach from Infest
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Truth Is.....
Truth is that when you left me,
I finally was happy.
Truth is that the day you showed me the truth,
I knew everything you have ever said was a lie.
Truth is that when I cried after we broke up,
I was crying tears of joy.
Truth is that the scares on my wrists and sheans,
I did because you caused me to be in pure darkness
Truth is that our first kiss,
I never felt the spark.
Truth is that what you wanted,
you never revised.
Truth is that when it came to the break up of you and me,
that was the day I felt like a queen.
Truth is that I still want to thank you,
for showing me the truth about you.
Truth is that you gave me a man,
who loves me for who I am.
Truth is that the day you left me,
I became alive.
Truth is that you never broke me,
you just gave me something greater fight for.
Truth is you lead me to him,
and how he's the one for me.
Truth is that I'm happy as can be,
all because you're the one who lose me.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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Home Truth
I hung up the phone tonight
Just as you said I love you
Once this would have been coincidence
Now these things start to bother me
You still close your eyes when I kiss you
And I close mine too
But we didnt open them again
Quite as wide as we should
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Does your touch feel the same as it should do
Or is it someone quite similar
Who killed me with kindness last night
Now do I look at all familiar?
But none of these things seem to matter
Since weve grown apart
Id put back the pieces of whats shattered
But I dont know where to start
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
And I feel like a clown
Its tearing me up
Its tearing me down
You say which are the lies that you tell me
Well where do I begin?
So I turn on the tv again
And the world comes crashing in
Is it my shirt or my toothpaste
That is whiter than white?
Is it the lies that I tell you
Or the lies that I might?
This is where the home truth ends
This is where the home truth ends
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Why I Dont Believe In God
I heard the truth about you
And it really doesnt read at all
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
A scared woman in a private hell
Hushed voice like electric bells
Strange talk about edgar casey
And the long lame walk of the dark 70s
Strange talk about edgar casey
And the long lame walk of the dark 70s
I heard the truth about you, yeah you
Mama they woke me up
I was deep in an idiot sleep
I was just eight years old
Heard big words with a horrible sound
Whyd they have to call my school
Tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown
I wish I believed like you do, yeah you
In the myth of a merciful god
In the myth of a heaven and hell
I hear the voices you hear sometimes
Sometimes it gets so much
I feel like letting go
Sometimes it gets so hard
I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so goddamn hard
I feel like letting it all go
Letting it all go, letting it all go
Letting it all go, letting it all go
I ran away and went looking for you
Back to culver city and the old neighborhood
Need to know if you were really gone
Need to know if you were gone for good
I ran through the projects at night
Hide in the dark from my friends in the light
Hide from my brother-in-law
Hide from the things hed say
Said you werent losing your mind
He said you just needed a rest
He said youd be coming home soon
He said the doctors there would know whats best
Said that maybe I could go live with dad for a while
I know the truth about you, I know the truth about you
I know the truth about you, I know the truth about you
I know the truth, I know the truth, I know the truth
I know the truth about you
Mama they woke me up, I was just eight years old
Sometimes it gets so hard, I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so hard, I feel like letting it all go
Letting it all go, letting it all go
Yeah, letting it all go
song performed by by Everclear
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poem by David Keig
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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Longing
(m&l - kiske)
Feelings come and go - Ive never known
Something longs to grow - wont let go
Spirits round my heod- are whispering
I turn inside instead - of wondering
Deep inside of me - I know theres got to be
A different kind of truth - that sets the spirit fee
If I dont wanna know - whats written inside me
How could I see anything - how could I be anything?
Restless minds have searched - long before
The truth will be the same - for evermore
The mightiness of trees - that you can feel
Can give you all you need - just listen still
Here is love and there is pain,
Its all around, its allthe same
Theres nothing new that I could tell to you
But still there is the universe
Inside of us that neverbursts
We might not know the meaning yet,
But I am sure we cant reject
The truth that is in everything - that is and has
Been and will be
There is long way to go - t
Here is a high place to know
There is a world to go through - but theres so much
More to do, until were home!
Deep inside of me - I know theres got to be
A different kind of truth - that sets the spirit fee
If I dont wanna know - whats written inside me
How could I see anything - how could I be anything?
Feelings come and go - Ive never known...
song performed by by Helloween
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You Ain't So Tough
What in the world did I do
to deserve you
I don't understand why you
treat me that way
You knew you were everything
I ever wanted
You had your own ways of making me pay
Then you took it just a little too far
Now I see you for what you are
I don't need the heartache anymore
Loving you was an endless fight
I was wrong and you were always right
But look what happened when I called
your bluff
When the truth comes out
you ain't so tough
You turned me into an emotional prisoner
You hit me with words that cut to the bone
Then you kissed me and made me believe that
I needed you
And think I could never survive on my own
Never thought that I would break away
Now I see right through your power play
And I don't feel so helpless after all
Loving you was an endless fight
I was wrong and you were always right
But look what happened when I called
your bluff
When the truth comes out
you ain't so tough
You took me too far to forgive it
That was your last mistake
That was your last mistake
Loving you was an endless fight
I was wrong and you were always right
But look what happened when I called
your bluff
When the truth comes out
you ain't so tough
You take it all but you don't give back
You feel strong when the odds are stacked
But there comes a time when enough's enough
When the truth comes out you ain't so tough
You ain't so tough
song performed by by Heart from Bad Animals
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Before This Night Is Through
(cantarelli & a anderson)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
I been crazy for you, so long
How could something so right turn out so wrong
Words, never mean what they say
Words just get in the way
Before this night is through
Gonna make you see
How l been blind to you
You been blind to me
Before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Gonna heal the pain
Before this night is through
Youll be back again
No matter what we do I know well be all right
Before this night is through
Hearts broken in pieces no time to mend
Without loving they fall apart in the end
Fools, never admit theyre wrong
They live their lives alone
Before this night is through
Girl were gonna see how I belong to you
You belong to me
Before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Well get past the pain
Before this night is through
Youll be back again
No matter what we do I know well be ll right
Before this night is through
Come inside close the door come to me now
Well find our way we know how
Let the past be the past let it all fall away
Baby I know we told lies and to lie is a sin
Well get to the truth we will simply begin
Instrumental.before this night is through were gonna get to the truth
Before this night is through
Well get past the pain
Before this night is through
Youll come back again
No matter what we do I know well be all right
Before this night, before this night is through
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Truth is
Truth is often far from sight,
Truth is seldom without blight,
Truth is in the dark of night,
Truth is in the hand of right,
Truth is that most noble Knight,
Truth is that which drives their fight,
Truth is all that brings us light,
Truth is all that gives us flight.
poem by Arik Fletcher
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Why I Don't Believe In God
I heard the truth about you
and it really doesn't read you
like the wipping stick you raised me with
a scared woman in a private hell
hushed voice like electric bells
strange talk about edgar casey
and the long lame walk of the dark 70's ( x2 )
i heard the truth about you
yeah you
mama they woke me up
i was deep in an idiot sleep
i was just 8 years old
heard big words with horrible sound
why'd they have to call my school
tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown
i wish i believed like you do
yeah you
in the myth of a merciful god
in the myth of a heaven and hell
i hear the voice
you hear sometimes
sometimes it gets to be too much
i feel like letting go
sometimes it gets so hard
i feel likd letting it go
sometimes it gets so goddamn hard
i feel like letting it all go
letting it all go
i ran away and went looking for you
back to culver city and the old neighborhood
need to know if you were really gone
need to know if you were gone for good
i ran through the projects at night
hide in the dark from my friends in the light
hide from my brother-in-law
hide from the things he'd say
said you weren't losin' your mind
he said you just needed a rest
he said you would be coming home soon
said the doctors there
would know whats best
said that maybe
i could go live with them for a while
i know the truth about you
i know the truth
mama they woke me up
i was just 8 years old
sometimes it gets so hard
i feel like letting it go
sometimes it gets so hard
i feel like letting it all go
letting it all go
song performed by by Everclear
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Mother, Father
She sits alone, an empty stare
A mothers face she wears
Where did she go wrong,
The fight is gone
Lord help this broken home
Hey, mother, father, sister
Hey, come back, tryin, believein
Hey, mother, father, dreamer
Dont you know that Im alive for you
Im your sevenths son
And when lightin strikes the family
Have faith, believe.
With dreams he tried, lost his pride
He drinks his life away
One photograph, in broken glass
It should not end this way.
Through bitter tears
And wounded years, those ties
Of blood were strong
So much to say, those yesterdays
So now dont you turn away.
(chorus)
song performed by by Journey
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My Brother Bill
This is the sad true story about my brother Bill
who was four years older than me.
He was born and then tossed aside by his mother
who left him to his father’s parents to raise,
then promptly disappeared out of his life forever.
My grandparents brought him up
hoping his father would take care of him
when he returned from the war.
His father also my dad returned from the war
married with another son and didn’t want to know.
They gave him a nickname in private
so no one else would know.
In private, they always called him Dopey.
My sister and I were told
our grandparents had adopted him
and he was nothing to do with us.
When my dad’s parents died in 1958 and 59
plans were made to come back to England
where my mother’s parents were still alive
and leave Bill far behind.
Then as his mother had done eighteen years before
his father abandoned him as well.
For a while, he had to live on the streets
taking handout from where ever he could.
He was arrested for vagrancy and sent to jail.
Getting out he got himself a job and began to build a life.
He got married and started a family,
until one night he came home
and found his wife in bed with another man,
and a divorce followed and he was alone again.
Then after 25 years, his job vanished
and he had to find another.
One day in 2000, he got a telephone call
and did not know whether to believe it or not.
It was a call he never thought he would ever get,
a call from his younger brother - me.
As we talked on the phone, some truths came to pass
his brother and his sister did not know about him.
They were told he had been adopted
and were nothing to do with them.
However, I had found the truth,
which incensed my mother enough to disown me.
We met one another for the first time
after forty-two years in 2001 and again in 2002.
In 2003, this sad story ends,
in the March of that year
Bill succumbed to a heart attack.
His final words were a testament to his life.
No one loved me enough to care.
The sad truth is someone did
and that someone was me.
We never had enough time together,
circumstances kept us apart,
but he was my brother
and will remain in my heart.
2 November 2009
Authors Note:
The facts are as Bill told them to me. A sad refrain to a wonderful guy who was tainted by my parents as being bad and no good. If the truth were known he was probably better than the both of them. He was a guy who would give you the shirt of his back if you needed it. My brother Bill, may he now rest in peace.
DVH - 2009
poem by David Harris
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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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Culver Palms
I heard the truth about you
And it doesnt really read at all
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
A scared woman in a private hell
Hushed voice like electric bell
Strange talk about edgar cayce
And the long lame walk of the dark 70s
I heard the truth about you
Yeah, you
Mama they woke me up
I was deep in an idiot sleep
I was just 8 years old
I heard big words with a horrible sound
Mama they called my school
To tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown
I wish I believed like you do
Yeah, you
In the myth of a merciful god
In the myth of a heaven or hell
I hear the voices you hear sometimes
Sometimes it gets so much I feel like letting go
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so goddamn hard
I ran away, went looking for you
Back to culver city and the old neighborhood
Need to know if you were really gone
Need to know if you were gone for good
I ran through the projects at night
Hide in the dark from my friends in the light
Hide from my brother-in-law
Hide from the things hed say
He said you werent losing your mind
He said you just needed a rest
He said youd be coming home soon
He said the doctors there would know whats best
He said that maybe I could go live with them for a while
I heard the truth about you
I know the truth about you...
Yeah, they woke me up
I was just 8 years old
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it all go...
song performed by by Everclear
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The reasons why people lie.
Parents tell their kids that faeries exist
because it makes it easier to smile.
They hide them from the truth
because it makes life seem more worth their while.
If you are the sum of your beliefs,
then what they are doing is not wrong.
It seems wrong to live a lie,
but people's spirits are not that strong.
Spirits broken can be remade,
but they tend not to be the same.
There is truth in the saying,
that the truth itself cannot be tamed.
To wrestle a lion with bare hands,
is to hold fire in your grip -
to feel it burn and sear skin right off;
to feel the lash of truth's harsh whip.
They say things are easier to fight,
when you can see what you're up against.
But your can easily lose your footing,
when you meet fear in that same instance.
To live upon a lie,
is to build up a place to fall.
But there are few who would proceed,
if they knew from the start, that they were running into a wall.
Poem Of The Broken Hearted
I’m just a girl who has a broken heart
its hard to start
when you don’t love me anymore
do I feel such a bore,
I don’t wanna be in the body anymore
I’m sick of it,
my soul wants to fly free
away from the pain and the anger that i feel
I still love you but you have moved on
still loving the ones that you loves
let you spirit fly about
sick of crying
wondering why you fucked it up
you may never know
maybe it was ment to be
sick of crying
wondering why it ended the way it did
sick of it all
want to go home
want to go back to how it once was
when you were happy
when nothing could go wrong
looking forward to each day
now not wanting to wake up
not wanting to go through with it again
over and over
wishing you could go to sleep and not wake up till its all over
not wanting to see what it will hold the next day in hand
sick of crying indeed I am
whatever I felt has died ill never get it back
i want you to still love me
too late I guess
now I’m stuck with old memories
and reminders of what once was
never to return
never again
wishing I could stop crying
the tears just flow
over and over
I want to sleep and not wake up till everything is over
Truth To Be Known
Saw your friend working in this hotel
Says he used to know you when
And your dreams
Lucky as they seemed
They all turned their back on him
Truth be known
Truth be known
Way I feel tonight
Living in this back street town
bout my dreams
They all seem to fade
As soon as I put my money down
Truth be known
When the fire that once was your friend
Burns your fingers to the bone
And your song meets a sudden end
Echoing through right and wrong
Truth be known
Truth be known
song performed by by Neil Young
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Stories About Home
I lived once in the North
And for a while, way in the South
I have some stories... that'll
Tear a man's heart out
These are the one's
I numbered ten... eleven...and twelve...
They moved so fast...
I ended living... in living Hell
But those that I numbered one thru nine...
They let the world see...why... my eyes..
My heart...
Will never again shine
I know It's hard sometimes to live
Where you can't see the sun...
Because of all that... endless rain...
I look to see.. how too... help others
Because I have lived...every kind of pain
So I write the stories...
Some are good
But often... some are very bad
They often leave hearts torn....
Spilling eyes... so sad...
And sometimes... I'll talk about the incredibly bad
But can you see the purpose...of writing
These stories... these poems...
Through the tears.... the weeping... and crying...
It's just my heart....
Trying to find a way...to move back home...
So to anyone whom read these stories. They're what I write.
They're the words of what I feel. They're the stories about wounds,
about that life, my family, about souls that never seem to heal.
They're the words of truth, they help with what I feel. For these stories
are the cause of tears...that just wont end...they're the stories that are
impossibe to bear.
They are the stoires of my family, abuse, of damage
and how love was not spared....
So many stories that'll never disappear
A soul covered with scars
Of sadness that fills a heart
That burns each time those hate words...
And abuse that breaks it apart
Clyde Grant Bryson
poem by Clyde Bryson
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