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Defenceless At Present

Reading about doing enjoyable things and
living life ‘within' to escape experience &
make living conditions unimportant; is
not working, food still makes me ill

I cannot escape food intolerance effects,
vainly seeking spiritual growth- I am in
pain after meals - trying to overcome
depression by cherishing dreams

of love unconditional, offering love and
respect to all while trying to accept the
inevitable caught up in a tornado,
discomfort making me dumb

I've lost the fighting spirit, it's useless
to appreciate life simply because pain
has abated when I know the pain will
return - I am defenceless at present

The only escape from pain: stay hungry
but I detest living on an empty stomach
though this half-life of slumbering pain
does not render me immobile

It destroys my well-being and joie de
vivre, leaving me stranded in
paralysed despair…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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12/09....Pain

Pain...............

It has many forms, some hurt worse than others
Some cause you to bleed, while others make you cry
Some make you want to die, or be dead, while
others just make you want to stay in bed

Pain, its like a bee stinging you in the face
Pain, its like someone sprayin you with mace
Pain, its like having your best friend die
Pain, its like biting into a hot piece of pie
Pain, its like a knife tearing your skin
Pain, its like not having any friends
Pain, its like having your heart ripped in two
Pain, its like not knowing what to do
Pain, is a common thing for me
Pain, it fills my life with sorrow and misery
Pain, it makes me want to cry everyday
Pain, it makes me feel the worst way
Pain, it drives my life and the things I do
Pain..........please leave me alone!

poem by Sacred Garden
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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 Joe Fazio
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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.

poem by Joe Fazio
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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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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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The Pain I Can Control

The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..

poem by Nyl Revol
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Is This Call Pain

standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain

poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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You Are The Pain (part 2)

You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Of That We Know...

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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When You Are Distant From Me...

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Love & Pain...Are You

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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It All You...

You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.

You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.

You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.

You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.

You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.

You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.

You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.

You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.

You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.

You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.

You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.

You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.

You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.

You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.

The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Love & Pain as one! !

Were do I begin... I've been hurt outta love &
I think it's funny how love brings so much pain.
The pain of being lied to, the pain of the jealousy
taken over, & the pain of your body shutting down
because your finally given up, only to find out that the
pain's just begun.
You think it's bad now but just wait, it only gets worse.
I start to feel weaker as though my life's being sucked
outta my body. I wanna give up but cant cause I'm in love.
Love is a cruel thing, it makes you do things that you
normally wouldn't.
Yeah love might be cruel but it's also beautiful. Without love
I wouldn't know what pain really was. It's made
me experience a new part of life that I didn't know
exsisted. I'm in love & in pain, but I'm in pain cause
I'm in love. Love & pain is one of the same.

poem by Jade's Pain
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Pain Part 2

All the pain inside of me will never fade away
All those painful memories are my darkest moments in time
The past, the present, the future its all the same
I've always been in pain and forever more it will still be here

Time after time
Day after day
I wish I could escape it all
But I keep holding on to whats not even there

Pain is just a part of me
Part of who I am
No matter how hard I try
I won't escape this pain

This pain has a hold on me
I keep breaking and breaking into
I know nothing won't ever save me
Love won't even save me because no one will ever even bother with me

December 26,2008

poem by Espn Chick
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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