Wound
Cocooned in her spell.
Harpooned,
Can't you tell.
My heart bleeds the slowest death.
My soul needs just one last breath.
My emotions are marooned.
What magic potions
Can heal this wound.
All the steam
Passion creates
In lonely dream
Evaporates.
Dying in her embrace,
Better than
That long empty chase
- To nowhere.
Too late, our dead rose is pruned.
Beware that fatal wound.
poem by Kevin East
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Find Me
Wherever you are.
Before I overdose
Or I am comatose.
In a blazing car.
Find me.
Before I jump
Or choke
From the lump
In my throat.
Left with that silent scream.
Goddbye was all she wrote.
Can anyone
Trade me a dream.
Find me.
Before I bleed to death.
From the wound
In my heart
She harpooned.
Took my breath
With her charismatic smile.
In crass erratic style.
Find me.
Aching in my verse.
Just one kiss
Can break the curse.
Love's battle plan
So strategic.
It cuts you down
So paraplegic.
Find me.
Is love so opaque? .
I'm frozen over like a lake.
Skate on me
And my heart will break.
Stranger
Bring me danger
Of embrace.
Find me.
While there is
Still a trace.
poem by Kevin East
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Time Can't Heal All Wounds
They say time heals all wounds
Then why does this one still bleed
You where my hero
Simply my everything
My rock
My shelter
My protector
My guide
You made everything okay
Now everything's wrong
Nothing is right
Now that you're gone
Time can't heal fatal wounds
My heart is broken
I'm out in the open
Left for dead
Forced to be the protector for others
You were the only one that would listen
I learned that too late
Now I wish I could tell you that I loved you
But I can't
This wound is one that will forever bleed
Time can't heal everything
poem by Rachel Dowd
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Who Will Heal This Wound?
With all the carefulness I could muscle
I went for the rose, the red beautiful rose
Ouch! The thorn struck,
The sharp spike-like thorn struck
The heart pierced, spilled the contents
The wound has refused healing
The rose, the red beautiful rose, stares unseemly and unconcernedly
Who will gather the contents?
Who will heal this wound?
poem by Obed Akuma
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A Dream Lover
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Dream Lover...
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Battles Of Light And Darkness
Warrior teenage shepherd David dragged
giant severed head of Philistine Goliath;
all the way to Jerusalem to Golgotha
in answer to God's prophecy command;
because in Genesis in God’s word is written Genesis 2: 14-15.
the serpent will be bruised in the head;
therefore David buried Goliath's head
beneath Golgotha to fulfill future kingdom sign;
head wound was fatal death wound
heal wound a wound to be recovered;
at Golgotha place of skulls the blood
Christ freely shed upon a cross freed;
all accepting Christ of original sin’s origin
Christ’s blood triumphed over buried hidden;
head of Goliath symbol for serpent crushed
heal wound rose in three days Satan defeated;
Battle won blood of Light crushed Satan under foot!
The Word of God strikes nations in abyss dragon will be put!
Thousand years ended Satan will be freed to mislead!
Fire defeated into lake of fire sulphur the Devil will be hurled! Revelation.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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25th of June, dawn
a dream is so beautiful
at dawn,
it comes wounding me
but it is alright
it is the most usual thing that happens
in my life
and so here i am again
licking my wounds
nurturing it
so that i may heal
again and again
deep within i do not wish this wound
to heal
somehow it is this orifice
that creates
an opening to my life
day to day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broken
Do you know what it's like to be broken
Wish this morning that you had not woken
When all words of love have been spoken
And hopes disappear in the night.
So you know how much silence can wound
A beating heart that fate had harpooned
Laying shipwrecked forever marooned.
And pain reappears at first light.
Yes, broken we hang by a thread
Over memories and new paths to tread
Maybe stars if we look straight ahead
Look behind for the scars where we bled.
And i just need one hand to hold
Not to die in merciless cold.
poem by Kevin East
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Nucleus
How can you take away the nucleus
and expect everything outside of it
to stay mended together with strength?
A family is held together by a bandage.
You take away the bandage and you got a wound.
Sometimes a wound can heal on its own
and sometimes it can get infected or never heal.
I've seen it all before, the bandages go away
and then the wound that is left attacks itself.
The skin, the blood, the puss, and all the cells
that were once held together by one bandage
turn on itself and then it all melts as if touched by acid.
I don't think that will happen to our wound.
I think we'll all band together and form a new bandage.
It might not be one person holding it all together,
but it will be all of us coming together
like hospital staff to make sure we don't die of an infection.
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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“Faithful Trust”
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
(23rd of October,2010)
poem by Munia Khan
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Song
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,
Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;
Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbers
Breathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air.
Down from the high cliffs the rivulet is teeming
To wind round the willow banks that lure him from above:
O that in tears, from my rocky prison streaming,
I too could glide to the bower of my love!
Ah! where the woodbines with sleepy arms have wound her,
Opes she her eyelids at the dream of my lay,
Listening, like the dove, while the fountains echo round her,
To her lost mate's call in the forests far away.
Come then, my bird! For the peace thou ever bearest,
Still Heaven's messenger of comfort to me—
Come—this fond bosom, O faithfullest and fairest,
Bleeds with its death-wound, its wound of love for thee!
poem by George Darley
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Heart...oh...Heart
My heart will sing if i'hear your happy voice*
My heart will smile if i'saw your shadow in my dreams*
My heart will sweet if i'feel your sweet kiss*
My heart will flowery if you always stand for me*
My heart will yearn if you lost from my mind*
My heart will cry if you received the sadness*
My heart will painful if you received the pain wound*
My heart will empty felt if you hided behind in the other heart*
Heart..oh heart*
Why must you feel all of all pain and the wound because of the love*
Heart...oh heart*
Maybe i'cannot to cry*
Heart...oh heart*
There was nobody see my heart wound**
Faithful Trust
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
Written on the night of the 23rd of October,2010
©Munia Khan 2010
poem by Munia Khan
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Flesh Wound
Its four o clock in the mornin and the daylights creepin in
Im lyin awake in bed
Outside my window the rains just pourin down
And theres a pain inside my head
I looked hard into the mirror, took some water in my hands
And threw it on my face
But your memory wont fade away, I can see you everywhere
Around this empty space
This nights too long, Im fadin fast
I tell myself, this pain wont last
Its just a flesh wound
Missin my heart but it still cuts deep
Nothin but a flesh wound
It tore me apart and I still cant sleep
You know you really did it well
Now Im lyin on a bed of nails
But its nothin but a flesh wound
Better pull myself together, gotta hold my head up high
Thats what i;ve got to do
No damage done, but deep inside my heart
Who am I tryin to fool
Its over now, all in the past
I tell myself, this pain wont last
Its just a flesh wound
Missin, my heart, but it still cuts deep
Nothin but a flesh wound
It tore me apart and I still cant sleep
Ive got no choice, I must be strong
Cant lie here thinkin about it all night long
Its nothin but a flesh wound
(repeat chorus....)
song performed by by Foreigner
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Whiskey On The Wound
He was strong and of sound mind
'Til the day he crossed the line
Between an east Kentucky girl and his wife
In his heart there wasn't room
So they tore his heart in two
And he survived by pouring whiskey on the wound
Another faithless heart
Locked inside a neon tomb
Hiding in the dark and
Pouring whiskey on the wound
Well the girl was just the first
In a string of bad to worse
Yet the bourbon seems to deaden all that hurts
But closin' time comes way too soon
He can't abide a cold bedroom
So he survives by pouring whiskey on the wound
Another faithless heart
Locked inside a neon tomb
Hiding in the dark and
Pouring whiskey on the wound
By tomorrow he'll be gone
And they'll say he left alone
But that old bar stool won't be empty long
'Cause some other hopeless fool
Trying to escape the truth
Will sit right down
And pour some whiskey on the wound
Now it's another faithless heart
Locked inside a neon tomb
Hiding in the dark and
Pouring whiskey on the wound
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Lazarus Heart
He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand
But the sword that cut him open
Was the sword in his mothers hand
Every day another miracle
Only death will tear us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
Id be the blood of the lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound would give him courage and pain
The kind of pain that you cant hide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
Id be the blood of the lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Birds on the roof of my mothers house
Ive no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mothers house
Will sit on my roof some day
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield against the pain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower in the rain
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
Id be the blood of the lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
song performed by by Sting
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The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
quote by Washington Irving
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Withered
My heart beats the same
but nothings left standing
these fragile bones has giving in
as the weather begin to deter
my end. Life as its been
has crossed and my time in the spot light
has died out. As no one remembers,
as a memory is just that,
a thought to be forgotten
the mightiest have fell victim
and be left as ashes in the wind
a name to recollect as it passes by
a whisper from my ear to yours
and as i slowly rot in this time
forgotten by everyone.
Everything i ever held near
is gone in a blink of an eye
i see the mystery in my error
to believe all puzzles could be built
see all wound heal in time
but time doesn't heal all wound
for a mental scar shall
tarnish even the purest of us
as the spot light's only for a minute
how long that minute last
is how strong at heart you are
so as the insect eat what's left on
these withered bones
one last breath is all i ask
to shine one last time
poem by Robert Roberts
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Wounded
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneith my skin
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
That i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life i'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz i need some one to help me
Oh i need some one to help me
To help me help these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them
I need some one to help me fill them
I need some one to help me close them up
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Thrombocytopenia
But you promised, but you promise.
And you died without even saying goodbye.
Anger, confusion, sorrow.
Feeling it through my heart as it becomes hollow.
Thrombocytopenia
Why did it have to be this way?
Questioning the very existence of the day.
As if it could be changed.
As time could be stopped, or rewound.
Please somebody hit pause then play.
Then just maybe it would be okay.
Thrombocytopenia
Sometimes the simplest of words will do.
I loved you.
I loved you.
To the point of insanity then there was only more.
I speak in past tense to help me move past the thoughts of it.
The grieving process.
A process that one time is more then a enough.
A ghost that has become this numbness.
A skeleton that haunts you in the back of your mind.
Flash backs from time to time.
Thrombocytopenia
Trying to grab on to stars before they fade.
With so much at stake.
Why does their have to be so many aches and pains.
When does the bleeding stop?
Thrombocytopenia.
A wound that just won't heal.
And I can feel.
My insides pouring out through this wound that just won't heal.
This wound that just won't heal.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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