What Is Behind These Eyes
You have no idea what is behind these eyes!
Because they may be enclosed,
Within an approachable package...
Some may accept or oppose.
Does not freeze feelings felt,
When someone chooses to expose...
Expressions spewed to deliver.
That I have been dealt!
Expecting that I should refute those I despise.
And let them disappear from wounds I may hide.
I do not deny my emotions a full ride.
Nothing intended to inflict,
Goes within me to just ignore!
Trust me.
I may not carry grief on my sleeve.
Or share a healing from a hurt!
But I do not forget,
A pain I have felt.
Just to turn another cheek!
Or a hurt.
Done with dirt.
I am made of flesh!
Not concrete to be stepped upon!
Although I am blessed to show,
I can undergo constant renovation!
But the framework of my foundation,
Is not without its memories.
Believe me...
Those are kept treasured!
With every lesson taught,
Not too far from observations kept!
Whether or not,
They are brought out into the open.
There is a history reviewed,
I know much better than you!
You have no idea what is behind these eyes!
No more than I know what is behind yours.
That is why I have grown to respect,
And not disrespect what I can identify!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing We Can Still Do That
You hurt me.
And when I healed from it,
I realized it was your hurt.
Something you wanted me to feel.
Something you chose to inflict,
To expose and dispose of my deepest emotions.
You left me wounded.
Have you mended from your pain?
What did you have to gain?
Strength to tell me you apologize?
That you can now look into my eyes to say that?
You hurt.
That look you loved I had for you,
Are there any remnants of it left to show?
To you...
No!
You hurt me.
We have hurt each other.
And knowing we can still do that,
Is not worth another round of dirt to throw.
Even though the hurt we both knew is gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Revenge
all alone i have cried
wiping teardrops from my eyes.
hiding the pain that i'm in
wondering if in love, i'll ever win.
i fell in love with you from the start
then you went and broke my heart.
they say that you took me for a ride
it seems on that, i can't deny.
my question to you would be 'why me'?
what have i done for you to treat me this way?
what did i do? what did i say?
you know the feelings that i had locked up inside.
for my heart was an open book
and inside it, you took a look.
you found my weaknesses, my heartaches, and despairs
hurting me 'you did not care'.
now there's a thought brewing in my mind.
i could play this game the same as you
but i'm going to carry it all the way through.
you hurt me, without me knowing why
now it'll be your turn to cry.
it was six months ago this very day
that with my heart, you did play.
they tell me that you're engaged to wed
but with him, you will not bed.
for i had set him up with a date
and you will lose him, it is your fate.
you will catch him with another
while you're shopping with your mother.
he will go with her to a hotel room
and you'll bust him really soon.
you will feel the pain that i had felt.
this is the hand to you i dealt.
(revenge can be sweet, or a misguided feat)
poem by Louis Rams
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When You Trust Somebody
Where should I turn
What should I do
There’s no one to trust
There’s no one left
They’ve all turned against me
I knew not to trust
When you mess with fire
You must get burned
I used to trust them
Now definitely not
I’ve never trusted before
Why should I start now
Every time this happens
And eventually I forgive and forget
But not this time
This time I will NOT forget
There’s only one person to trust
And that’s yourself
Yourself won’t share your secrets
Unless you want them to
Yourself will never betray you
In the end it’s you against the world
So you must learn to defend yourself
To automatically lock down your emotions
To never trust no matter what
Cause in the end
You will only get hurt
So now it’s just me
With no one to trust
I must learn to fight
To defend
And to never trust again
Cause everyone will turn their backs
Right when you need them
They’ll leave when you need help
They’ll ignore you
When you’re uncertain and need guidance
What are these so called friends
They are nothing to you
Like you are nothing to them
Friends are imaginary
Like unicorns and fairies
They don’t exist
They are made up
They’re just someone’s fantasy
Someone who still trusts
But that someone will learn
That there is no one to trust
I’ve learned my lesson
After being burned countless times
I’ve learned, have you
I will never trust again
Cause trust only leads to pain
And I don’t need anymore of that
So the next time someone says
TRUST ME
Look at them strangely
And laugh
Because you know what happens
When You Trust Somebody
poem by Night Angel
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Those Who Hurt and Go
When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?
And when forgiveness is expected,
Is it easy to forget...
Those who left you feeling grief.
Perceiving you to over-react.
And you to be too sensitive.
When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?
And when forgiveness is expected,
Is it easy to forget...
Those who left you feeling grief.
Perceiving you to over-react.
And you to be too sensitive.
There is a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.
When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?
No!
No!
No-no-no.
There's a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.
There's a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.
And when forgiveness is expected,
Is it easy to forget...
Those who left you feeling grief,
Believing you are weak.
When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?
There's a misunderstanding.
By those who hurt and go.
There's a misunderstanding.
By those who hurt and go.
When you've been hurt and it is felt,
Is if felt like no one else?
When you've been scandalized to dirt...
Is this a group effort that's hurt?
No!
No!
No-no-no.
There's a misunderstanding...
As to who should feel what deeply.
To what degree a hurt is felt.
And who is left to grieve.
There is a misunderstanding.
By those who hurt and go.
There's a misunderstanding.
By those who hurt and go.
There is a misunderstanding.
By those who hurt and go.
There's a misunderstanding.
By those who hurt and go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting Seeking Pity
Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
When I earned my scars you were not involved.
Not to see them inflicted when I enlisted,
Into the military.
Not to hear of my friends being killed and buried.
Or the toil that took on my emotions.
I've already done the numbing of the mind thing.
You were not there,
To see me grieve over the death of my son.
Or the pain I felt blaming myself and everyone,
Regarding how that was done.
Or when both of my marriages ended!
And I was then still quite young.
All you know is what you see.
You have no idea what is inside of me.
Or the devotion I still have for my family.
After years now spent not seeing my mom and dad.
Very close those feelings you will not believe.
Or seeing them die that has left me sad.
Nothing I do has been magically produced.
Even forgiving myself and others,
Has reduced me to tears at times.
When I know of those folks who have sacrificed their lives,
For their beliefs.
As you wallow away in pettiness...
To complain about your issues.
And how from you they wont leave!
While you invite them on a daily basis.
And you say of me for you I show no empathy?
You have no idea how much I care!
I am just not like you.
Sitting seeking pity.
Because my cries for help,
Is all I choose to do!
My knees are not intended,
To be bended and kept knelt!
Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
I am too aware of those steps I've taken.
I am too aware of what it takes to celebrate life.
And too much aware of a happiness,
I have chosen to separate from what has happened.
Pulled out of despair and dragged away from strife.
I will listen!
But I am not here to compare to share to relive.
Any of your agonies on your sleeve you so willfully give.
I am here to assist your getting over it.
Not to sit with you and feast upon defeat.
I am not that kind of 'friend'.
And those friends you do not need.
So stop rehearsing your tragedies.
Let's take a hike through the park,
And hug a few trees.
Let's express to them our gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miracle
Believe in me for everything i was doing was right for you
and everything here resembles the reasons why i escaped for you.
We are in peace.
They will go and die in peace.
These feelings have knocked me cold,
These feelings have knocked me cold.
But where now?Where to hide?
But where now? Where to hide?
Come leave with me to walk through the desert, soak up all oracle.
And we will combine because you're my one and only miracle.
We are in pieces,
They will go and die in peace.
These feelings have knocked me cold,
These feelings have knocked me cold.
But where now?Where to hide?
but where now?Where to hide?
You will never know.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how pain pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
These feelings have knocked me cold,
These feelings have knocked me cold.
But where now?Where to hide?
But where now?Where to hide?
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
You will never know how much pain and hurt, there is burning inside my flesh.
song performed by by Inme
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Controling Love
He took my life
Without my say
This will forever be his way
The hurt i felt beneath his grip
His constant sense of ownership
But he does not control my soul
For an angel has made me whole
My angel gave me wings to fly
My angel showed me the sky
His big strong arms
Shield me from the pain
He has no controlling shame
His words comfort me
His eyes show me love
My trust restored
My love felt true
My angel took me up
I flew......
poem by Amanda harding
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Pain (lyrics)
Regret sits heavy in your chest until sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Sometimes it just wont go away and you start to feel you will never be
And when you think back on those times it seems so close just beyond your reach
Until past vanishes like smoke from a cigarette in the night breeze
Please stop this pain
Hurt for so long
Pain
Hurt for so long
I've felt this way for so long
How is it that things turn out this way?
What you hold most dear has come and gone
Seems the time that everything was right
Now it just feels wrong, oh so wrong
And your still dreaming of the time
When the day will come, it was meant to be
And your still dreaming of the way
To reach that place that you've never been
Please stop this pain
Hurt for so long
Pain
Hurt for so long
I've felt this way for so long
Pain
Hurt for so long
Pain
Hurt for so long
Pain
Hurt for so long
Pain
Hurt for so long
I've felt this way for so long
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Thankful To My Angel
He took my life
Without my say
This will forever be his way
The hurt I felt beneath his grip
His constant sense of ownership
But he does not control my soul
For an angel has made he whole
My angel gave me wings to fly
My angel showed me all the sky
His big strong arms
Hold me close
Shield me from pain
He has no controlling shame
His words comfort me
His eyes show me love
My trust restored
My love felt true
My angel took me up
I flew.
poem by Amanda harding
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Truth and Lies
'We can hide ourselves behind our walls of secrecy
But in doing so we hurt not only ourselves but the ones around us
Secrets can remain Secrets for only so long
Guilt can get a person to spill their guts without hesitation
Lies will burn a hole into your heart and make you hurt
Truth will mend it in a hurry as long as it comes first
Truth is the only thing that won't hurt me, but to lie then tell the
truth will hurt me more than the truth from the start
Trust can be a very strong foundation
but when congealed with lies to save the other from pain
This foundation can wear away and disappear in the end'
(JLK) ,01-06-07
by Josh Kellar
poem by Danielle Franklin
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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I Can Only Hope
Maybe one day your world
Will crash around you
And what you wanted
Will disappear forever
I can only hope
You'll know what I went through
Maybe one day you'll feel
Used and abandoned
And your empty heart
Will ache unstoppably
I can only hope
You'll know what I felt
Maybe one day your life
Won't seem worth living
And every moment you shed
Will hurt more and more
I can only hope
You'll know my emptiness
Maybe one day your eyes
Will feel dry as sand
And all the tears you cry
Will sting as they fall
I can only hope
You'll know how much I cried
Maybe one day you'll wonder
Why nothing seems right
And everything you try to do
Will always be a reminder
I can only hope
You'll know my memories
Maybe one day your hurt
Won't seem to go away
And all the days that pass
Will be filled with aching
I can only hope
You'll know the pain I felt
Maybe one day you'll know
Every tear I shed
And every feeling I had
Was because of you
I can only hope
You'll know what you put me through
poem by Katrina DeLee
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The Woman Before Me
(written by jude johnstone)
I can see you turn away
When I ask what for
You say it isnt anything
But Im not sure
Somethin underneath the skin
Wont let you be
And you try to keep it in
But I can see
The woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
Sometimes in an argument
It will show
When you go a little farther than
You meant to go
I know you dont mean the things
That you say
I just wanna ease the pain
Thats in your way
The woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
If there are sorrows that bring back a tear
Dont let them keep us apart
You ought to know youve got nothing to fear
Here in my heart
cause you and I will never be
Like the past
Whatever kind of memories
That you have
Nothins gonna hurt you now
Cant you see
I already made a vow
That I can keep
But the woman before me
Must have been hard on you
cause that hurt in your eyes
I never put you through
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
Sometimes I think
You must be talking to
The woman before me and you
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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I Am
I am not the thing you want to be.
I promise you want no part of me.
A soul sucking grinch from hell.
Twisted and torn by yeas of misfortune.
I am not the man that you think.
I hide my insanity,
I'm close to the brink.
Of letting it loose the creature inside.
Howling and curseing casting humanity aside.
I am not what you want,
a bitter angry fool.
A demon that needs to feed on emotions like food.
Vengance and pluner are all that I want.
To right al the hurt feelings and get what I want.
I an not all those things though,
not all the way through.
In my mind and my heart I care truly for you.
A softness so deep and love felt so smooth.
I know that I'll never be good enough for you.
I am not the man you need in your life.
All I can do is cause endless pain and much strife.
So I do my best to lt you go free,
but the madness comes creeping back upon me.
I am not the type that intended to hurt.
But I did so I say I must hardly have worth.
So go your own way I'll try to keep here at bay.
I am not the man you'll need day after day.
poem by Michael McParland
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Hurt
I walked to the window turned out the light
Looked at the city went back through the night
Yeah I s tood in the darkness stood all alone
Thank God for california thank God Im going home
Thats right you hurt me baby hurt me good
Hurt me like no one else ever could
Cut down the middle face down in the dirt
And we both know its too late to save it
Bet ya feel proud about it baby
You taught me how to hurt
Dc 10, 10:45
Halfway to l.a. red in the eyes
Might be the devil, might just be his friend
It dont make no difference, you aint gettin me again
Thats right you hurt me baby hurt me good
Hurt me like no one else ever could
Cut down the middle face down in the dirt
And we both know its too late to save it
Bet ya feel proud about it baby
You taught me how to hurt
song performed by by Tom Petty
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With a Sweeping Away of Deep Secret Weepings
When a pain is felt,
Until a numbness appears.
Who is best qualified...
To declare the depth,
Of the hurt felt dealt.
And the healing that nears,
Of the agony one alone has to clear.
Who better is best qualified,
To feel what that is...
And how that feels from inside?
Some unfeeling this,
Expect quick steps to get over it.
As if recovery from a sorrow,
Is borrowed.
To be clocked to stop at midnight.
Not to go on beyond tomorrow.
Heartbreak no one fakes.
Even though it may seem to have gone.
The one bearing it...
Knows whether it is there or not.
To be there until it quits.
Until the feeling of it drops!
With it moving on.
When someone wounds another,
In a revenge one seeks.
Why is it accepted,
A forgiveness may be sought...
With a forgetting believed,
Has been granted and reached!
Only one can say,
When a personal pain has gone away.
And until that is expressed...
No one else can profess,
What to do and how to do it!
Or which remedy is best!
How it is applied...
And in which way to push this aside.
It is there to be felt...
Until it leaves!
And the grieving with it has gone.
With a sweeping away of deep secret weepings,
From a place they had stayed!
And all teardrops have dried.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The long suffering man
The wind whistles past the lone figure as he walks down the street
With nothing to do and with nothing to say
What is his story he has such sadness in his eyes
Shuffling along with a glum face but on such a sunny day
The hurt of Past memories in his head that won't go away
All the emotions to deal with all the pain and anger
The bitter pill of guilt and thoughts of self harm
To much to cope with and to much to endure
Those creepy hands over his small boyhood flesh
An uncle trying to be nice but getting his own way
The pain of abuse the pain of wondering why
Wanting for it to all disappear, for it to all go away
The bottle in his pocket is now his only friend
With the strong smell of whiskey on his breath he carries on
To much to hurt to endure so he pops all his pills
Goodbye world for tomorrow I will be gone
poem by Alun Jones
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Red Dirt Ride
I took a little red dirt ride
Along a quiet country road
Peacefulness I felt deep inside
As I watched my day unfold
A red dirt pond all alone
With red dirt cattle too
I felt a sense of belonging
I’d like to share with you
Rock sprouting from the land
Like a sculpture tall and true
Yes, peacefulness I felt inside
And I think you’d feel it too
The sun shone so brightly
Upon my red dirt world
The day was just for me
As calm inside me furled
One thing that I can count on
When I need to take in stride
Problems that come my way
I simply take a red dirt ride!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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I've Got Them Inside
I've got them inside.
Those feelings.
Feelings wanting to be outside.
To show,
I know.
What resides,
Inside.
I've got them inside.
Those feelings.
Feelings wanting to be outside.
To show,
I know...
I can no longer deny,
Or keep them hidden so deep...
In me.
And all of my life I knew how to ride,
Emotions....
Flowing.
And all of my life I felt desire...
Building like a fire,
Yearning.
I've got them inside.
Those feelings.
Feelings wanting to be outside.
To show,
I know.
What resides,
Inside.
And all of my life I knew how to ride,
Emotions....
Flowing.
And all of my life I felt desire...
Building like a fire,
Yearning.
I've got them inside.
Those feelings.
Feelings wanting to be outside.
To show,
I know...
I can no longer deny,
Or keep them hidden so deep...
In me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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