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Pain!
Much of it,
We do not solicit.
A lot of it comes and shocks.
As it stays with us to visit.
It is hard to ignore.
Or get rid of it.
No one consciously explores...
With intelligence.
Why pain hurts to the core.
Or selects who to pick.
No one delights one bit emotionally.
And we choose to accept God knows...
How deeply felt our tragedies.
With a fixing that mends our broken hearts,
Unconditionally...
When that happens.
And life provides no escape from it!
God has to know this.
God has to know,
We are all still His...
Works-in-progress.
Although when bleeding...
There seems to be an absence,
Of a perfection dismissed.
And perhaps that is the reason...
God bestows upon our souls,
An eternity of bliss.
After we have graduated...
From what life now inflicts!
Pain!
Much of it,
We do not solicit.
A lot of it comes and shocks.
As it stays with us to visit.
And we must keep our faith...
That God provides the comfort,
To resolve...
In a dissolving,
Of all of our conflicts we live to witness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Dying inside
I'm dying inside, crying, bleeding, screaming
but no one can tell because I keep a straight face
on the inside i feel like killing myself
i feel like i have no reason for living
like something is eating my insides
There is a voice in my head telling me to just die
That no one wants me and sometimes I feel like its telling the truth
My inside hurts they're screaming at me because of the pain
I've tried evrything but nothing works
What should I do about the bleeding that I feel inside of me about the screaming about the pain
I cant take the pain the bleeding the screaming
I must do something
I must go somewhere where the pain will go away where everything bad goes away
I know what to do but I'm scared
But the pain the bleeding and the screaming is getting worse
I do what i have to do
I take they knife and put it through my chest
I wake up and the pain the bleeding and the screaming inside me are gone
I have gone to the better place where ther is no pain
Where there is nothing that can hurt me
There is no more dying inside me
The pain the bleeding and the screaming are all gone
poem by Nicki Faith
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So much pain
SO MUCH PAIN - I want to cry
SO MUCH PAIN - I want to die
SO MUCH PAIN - Why no goodbye?
SO MUCH PAIN - I need to scream
SO MUCH PAIN - It is extreme
SO MUCH PAIN - Up my bloodstream
SO MUCH PAIN - Is this a dream!
Yes! I feel so much pain
It hurts, It hurts and it hurts
I loved you as I hold your hand
I wish you can see and understand
Open your eyes I command
Don't leave me I demand
Yes! I feel so much pain
It hurts, It hurts and it hurts
But it is too late!
To set things straight
Too late to reverse the hate
Too late to descend upon faith
My tears will flow carelessly no more
Hope cannot restore what I had before
My heart is broken beyond pieces of broken pieces
Left now are only souvenirs of unforgettable kisses
How can I live this life again?
Like a passing wind you've made your exit
I bow my head to the ground in defeat
So much pain has once more overwhelmed me again
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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This Pain Inside Of Me
Looking inside myself
Trying to find out who I really am
But its hard to see
All the pain is tangled up in me
With my broken heart torn into pieces
Feels like I will never know who I am
Tired from the inside out
Ready to give it up
For some reason I can't give up
Something keeps holding me back
Feels like this pain has taken over me
Hurting me all over
Wishing I could escape
Maybe I could finally get away from all my fears that haunts me
Wish that I didn't have to face myself
Cause I'm tired of the mirror
Tired of seeing all the pain and lies that hides underneath
Ready to be set free
But is that possible
Will I ever escape all of this
This pain inside of me
Will I ever have a whole heart
I'm tired of it all
Tired of being broken and in pain
Wish that I could start life all over
Then I would know how to fix all my mistakes
Maybe then I wouldn't be living life this way
Pain, Pain go away
Go away and never come back
Find someone else's soul to feed on
Someone who's life is going great
But pain only hits the ones who has it worse
June 8,2008
poem by Espn Chick
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Invite, Solicit or Visit. Period
I have never found it alright,
To have others make decisions...
For the way I live my life.
My own parents weren't restrictive,
Or strict.
They made suggestions and that was it.
To have someone decide,
What is or is not for me to appease my appetite...
Is not going to happen.
Unless someone is seeking an argument or a fight.
And at my age I 'will' sleep peacefully at night.
So conflicts to undo my wishes I do not invite.
Nor do I solicit or visit.
Period.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain...and...Joy
You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
In LIfe...Unless There Is Pain...There Can Not Be Joy
You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
You Are The Pain and The Joy (rated 18 in group)
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
Mother Of Pain and Of Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
For The Love Of My Life
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
In All Things...
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
The Stage Of Life...
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
I am Broken
I am broken,
I cry,
Yet I am still here breathing,
Why must I be hated,
Why must people pick on me cause I am weak,
I cut to make the pain and hurt I feel inside go away,
Why am I still broken,
Broken from this tormented world,
No where to turn but me,
No one to trust but me,
To know what I have done hurts me,
I cry many times for this pain to stop but will it end,
End of me,
End of this pain I feel,
This pain that I want to end so much will it be worth it.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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022-You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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Uncurable Pain
Someone out there has a cure to my pain,
But the faster they cure mine someone else feels the same.
It's probably a cure for my pain, maybe it is, or maybe it's not,
Whatever this pain is, it hurts alot.
My pain is like a river that never starts to flow,
But I know I'm not the only person with pain, other people have pain also.
Pain is like one of a kind like me and you,
It doesn't hurt as bad because I know it is something that I got to live through.
This pain is a mixture between life and death,
It was me all along hurting myself.
poem by La'Kira Jackson
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Gone To Forget To Leave
There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.
'Gone to forget to leave'
And the feasting of this is encouraged.
Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.
'Gone to forget to leave'
An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!
But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!
Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patronize Me With Flattery
You will accept my money,
Honeyed tongued.
And patronize me with flattery,
Way overdone.
But you will not receive,
My existence as declared to be.
Is it because I do not solicit,
An approval that matches an identity...
Rampant with conflicts.
Or have I learned too well...
To live my life as I see fit.
Which is it?
Do you wish a dismissal,
Of my independence.
With a strength too strong I keep persisted.
There has to be a reason...
You remind me I am a minority.
And you have majority membership.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Pain
Grasping for air
It's getting harder to breathe
My lungs collapsing
From this pain I cannot bear
This pain that's killing me slowly
Ripping me apart
Bringing me down
This pain that won't go away
I'm going through hell
Each day becomes harder
Trying to live through this pain
My hearts bleeding from these feelings
Drowning in crimson regrets
Suffocating under these emotions
Making happiness harder to find
And reason to live a waste of time
The days are harder to survive
When I'm feeling this pain
poem by Katrina DeLee
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Can pain ever be clear?
Can pain ever be clear?
Will it ever be as clear as the skies.
Nothing is ever cut and dry.
My life is falling down around me.
My heart hurts like never before.
I often wonder what is my life for.
Why can't my pain ever be clear?
Deppression is never obvious but suicide is.
My life is not mine.
It belongs to a force from futher beyond.
It belongs to those who want to bring me down.
Why can't pain ever be clear.
I'm here all alone.
No one around me knows my pain.
It hurts so much.
The pain from the years.
Hidden away but not forgotten.
My pain hurts.
I just wish it could be clear.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Living With A Chronic Pain
Nobody understands or feels someone else's pain
Unless he or she faces a chronic pain
people with chronic pain are prisoner of pain jail
Using all possible solutions to break out, sometime they are pain free sometimes they fail
Pain is part of this life we like it or not
lucky people have less of it, others a lot
However, if I have to choose between pain and nothing I choose the pain
because pain at least reminds you, you are alive, but form nothing there is nothing to gain
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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