The Wounds Of...
The wounds of...
Those in secret and themselves bleed.
The wounds of,
People who in silence believe...
They must not,
Share their own griefs.
And choose to weep,
On their own.
All alone.
And...
There when others are in need.
To heal from...
Their own pains,
Inside and kept unseen.
To never...
Have them revealed.
Because they feel,
This is wrong!
And not strong,
To...
Share miseries to leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Choose To Heal
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.
Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?
NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Pictures Still Say What Words Can Not
I have no wish like others,
To feel and relive miseries.
There is nothing about sorrow,
That has an interest for me.
Some folks share their grief,
And can not leave these moments alone.
Folks like these I choose not to be around.
Nor are they invited near or inside my home.
I've had my days of weeping tears.
And for years they would not stop.
My heart has pounded in my chest...
Feeling I would pass out or dead I would drop!
But faith so strong I kept inside of me.
Even when those I thought were close...
Chose to leave me alone.
There was a message from God I learned from that.
When people think one is down and out...
They will make their true identities known!
And just how much time,
If any...
They have,
To make their feelings shown.
When one is flat on their back...
Folks can show where they are coming from.
With no need to express where they are at!
Or vocalize what they wish others to believe.
Pictures still say what words can not!
And some words unheard,
Can be the best one unseen can leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Endless Dark
Softly the light shines in through
gates of grace on me and you
deceiving our restless hearts
a flickering flame so serene
it fires the night so we could see
the feeling we hold on to so strong
and I know where I belong
away from your Gods
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
endless dark
this endless dark
Lonely the light shines on you
through the gates of fire entombed
feeding on your love
weak is the blaze that kept me away
from cruelty and tenderness embraced
saving my soul no more
and I know where I belong
away from your Gods
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
endless dark
this endless dark
I know where I belong
away from you Gods
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
that shines on you and tame your burning heart
that bury my truth right into your arms
that worship the tomb of our forlorn love
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
that heal all wounds and light this endless dark
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Killer Inside Me
Inside me....
A killer is king...
This reign will make me strong...
Strong enough to heal my wounds...
Heal my scars...
You don't give me a damn...
Never mind...
Feels like a disdained..
In this cruel world..
Killer Inside me....
Go..
We don't need another mess...
Go dig your grave...
Go drill your purple heart...
Then feel your mouth with all those money you'll save...
Killer inside me...
People called me psycho...
Hahaha...
Kill them all...
Give me senryus...
I wanna sleep...
Killer Inside me...
Killer drag me to hell...
I wanna all morphine...
That black blood flows from my veins...
Killer Inside me...
Silence...
Emancipation...
In the end..
Killer murdered me...
That killer....
Still inside me in my grave....
poem by Utsav Patel
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Endless Dark
Softly the light shines in through
Gates of grace on me and you
Deceiving our restless hearts
A flickering flame so serene
It fires the night so we could see
Feeling alone so strong
And I know where I belong
Away from your guards
That heal our wounds in life
This endless dark
Endless dark
This endless dark
Lovely the light shines on you
Through the gates of fire entombed
Feeling on your own
Weak is the blaze that kept me away
From cruelty and tenderness embraced
Saving my soul no more
And I know where I belong
Away from your guards
That heal our wounds in life
This endless dark
Endless dark
This endless dark
I know where I belong
Away from you guards
That heal our wounds in life,
This endless dark
The shadow on you that tamed your burning heart
That buried my truth right into your arms
The words of the tomb of I fall on lone
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Till I forget
Just friends.....? Such a proposition is so absurd
one of the strongest phrases i have ever heard
simply give up on love?
do you expect me to strangle my precious dove?
do you expect me to eradicate all my feelings past?
I can't do this fast
I can't do it slow
I can't sit here and say no
I don't feel this way about you
I cannot bring myself to say such a thing
do not ask me to forget the way i feel
or these wounds will never heal
how can it be wrong to profess
my love for you, how can it be a crime to confess...
everything i feel
to you
i long for someone to share with
and I've found her
but now i must share with with feelings that i must defer
I cannot forget, I will feel like this... feel this... alw....
until i forget
poem by David Knox
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Wounds don’t heal
My wounds don’t heal,
Get real that I have to deal with this,
Known as the girl that got hurt,
Known as a nobody,
My wounds haven’t even covered or be healed,
Its just a memory I understand that,
But my wounds haven’t heal yet,
Knowing that I was raped, hurt, broken hearted, feeling lonely,
But I am not lonely no more I have someone that’s there for me and I understand that the fact that he loves me and I love him,
Even thou only time can tell,
But did time fixed my wounds,
Did time fixed the hurt I feel,
No I don’t think so,
I feel as if I where a ghost,
Ghost of the past,
My wounds might heal but the past haunts me.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life and Its Sadnesses Does Not Leave Me
LIFE AND ITS SADNESSES DOES NOT LEAVE ME
Life and its sadnesses does not leave me-
Quiet I hear and know
Pains of others pains of friends
Time’s wounds
I cannot heal-
Blessed now I painless walk through the world
Sadness is something else -
Pains of others are their pains not mine
Why should I be blessed
When others my age suffer so now?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnet- The World's Like This!
None of my people want to read my stuff;
None of my people want to share my love;
None of my people see my heart ain't rough;
None of my people seek my 'treasure-trove',
How much I yearn that they should read my rhyme!
How much I long that they should share my thought!
How much I want that they should spend some time,
To think of God and improve their soul's lot.
Oh, how I wish that they read what I writ!
Oh, how I wish they love Nature like me!
Oh, how I wish they see God bit by bit!
Oh, how I wish they get Eternity;
My Poesy can heal the wounds of heart,
In better ways than any drug or art.
poem by John Celes
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Peace in War?
So you sharpen your knives
You also oil your guns
What is that grenade for?
I see, you have a jungle jacket,
How smart?
Tell me, would you heal the wounds?
The wounds,
That gape and stare at you,
The wounds that wouldn't let
A nap over your eyes.
Wounds that would hollow your heart,
Dripping bloody soiled hands
That would make your seeds
Sprout with fright to the wound?
Tell me,
Was it for peace?
Now agape. Why?
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Piddled In Pits
Beat up and leave negativity,
Where it is.
Don't grieve over it.
Or assist to heal,
Repeated wounds revealed.
Beat up and leave negativity,
Where it is.
Forget it to rid it.
And be very specific.
Or it will just sit...
Watching you get more,
Piddled in pits!
Dawdled and frazzled,
Losing your wits.
No negativity is worth this fit!
Beat it and leave it just where it sits.
And don't assist to heal its wounds.
Shove it until you can dismiss its gloom.
Forget it to rid it.
Don't listen to it insist....
As it leaves you alone piddled in pits!
Dawdled and frazzled,
With a losing of wits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cyberspace
Sitting, all alone in front of the computer. It is like a personal computer is my only friend now. It allows me to chat with strangers since they cannot see me and judge me. Thoughts, just thoughts I share with them as I am hoping to find a friend who will love me so much that not even the shadow of sadness, comes near me.
More often than not the strangers just leave, once they learn the truth about me. In real world nobody wants to be in love with a psycho. My chemical imbalance of bi-polar disorder sometimes just turns to be uncontrollable.
Then, I feel depressed and very sad because then I start to weep in my extreme loneliness. Cyberspace is the only space where I can possibly search for love, so some of my wounds can heal.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Sonnet: Words Can Wound
Wounds of the flesh and of skin do occur;
Bruises and lacerations can recur;
By intervention or on own, they heal;
Wounds of the human heart are tough to deal.
But wounds that words may produce in one’s mind,
Cannot heal early, we always do find;
The boneless tongue is the reason behind;
Good or bad words costs alike and they bind.
’Tis wise always avoiding the bad word,
That can wound much more than the sharpest sword,
To cause non-healing wounds in any man;
Trouble among nations and men, they fan.
So, hesitate to use the wounding word,
To use the soothing word, men can afford.
poem by John Celes
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What Would I Do If I Could Feel?
(charlie smalls)
What would I do
If I could suddenly feel
And to know once again
That what I feel is real?
I could cry
I could smile
I might lay back for a while
Oh, tell me what
What would I do if I could feel?
What would I do
If I could reach inside of me
And to know how it feels
To say I like what I see?
Then Id be more
Than glad to share
All that I have inside of here
And the songs
My heart might bring
Youd be more
Than glad to sing
And if tears should fall from my eyes
Just think of all the wounds
They could mend
And just think of all the time
I could spend
Just being vulnrable again
Oh, tell me what
What would I do?
Oh, tell me what
What would I do?
Oh, tell me what
What would I do
If I could feel?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Sonnet: Healing Wounds
The wounds of flesh can heal by drugs and care;
Remove agents opposing healing act;
Excision by doctors is something rare;
Yet, nature heals most wounds with time and tact.
The wounds by words of mouth are slow to heal;
The damage caused is incredibly huge;
The pain and misery, we always feel;
In God, we ultimately take refuge.
The tongue can speak most cruel words that hurt;
The ‘bone-less mass’ can move like fox and snake;
It craftily produces lies like dirt;
Consoling words and sounds too, it can make!
Man hurts by words in ways unpredicted;
God heals the wounds of hearts, man-inflicted.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-10-2005
poem by John Celes
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Not Just When
Lord I want You
In my life
Not just when I need You
Lord I want You
In my life
Not just when I am confused
Not just when I am crying
Not just when I feel like
I am dying
Not just when I feel I am all alone
Not just when my life is going wrong
Lord I want You in my life
For always
When things are going right
To share my happiness
To share my children
To share my family
To share my friends
To share my victories
To share my love
To share my money
So when I feel the need
To call on you every now and then
You will know that it's coming
From a friend! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Until you heal the wounds of your past, You will continue to bleed into the future,
Until you heal the wounds of your past,
You will continue to bleed into the future,
One can own ones past, but you can heal,
Move on I was told, by a human heart, mine,
A statement I read,
'Until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed into the future.'
Gave me the the words,
I now own my future,
My human heart told me, it is time,
I own my past,
Now the past is misplaced,
It will rear it's ugly head, from time to time,
But the future is mine to keep,
Beyond all past examples, the future is mine,
Not knowing the future is exciting,
But it's mine to dream.
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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