A friend has hurt me behind my back
A friend betrays
Stabs me behind my back
Using her shadows
She held my neck with her arms
Sealed the friendship with her last hug
And left my bleeding heart in cold blood
Then she went away
Following the road to her dreams
I have no regrets
Repairing what I have
What is left of me
She too will die soon
In her guilt and emptiness
Her heart dead
Her own soul gone away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Finding
you found me broken and bleeding
left to die in the middle of the floor
you walked through my blood
mended my heart and helped me up
you put a bandana around my bleeding wrists
you held my hand as we walked through the mist
crushed and broken my world was
everything you touched darkend and died
thats the way i like it
you brought my blood red moon and river back
and my dead trees and black roses
surprise surprise my world is dark again
it makes me happy to know that you care
to know that you love me
and want me cause i love it when you stare
poem by Sandy Vanity
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In the Eyes of a Broken Heart
August 9,2009
In the Eyes of a Broken Heart
Composed by Olive
I can feel the deep pain
Pain from loving someone
I can see the hurt of broken pieces
Bleeding and weak
In the eyes of a broken heart
You can see nothing but sorrow
Tears of loneliness
Cry for emptiness
Walking in the shadows of darkness
Feeling the cold breeze
In the eyes of broken heart
There is only one thing left
A broken world
poem by Olive Silverstone
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You Didn't Rip My Heart Out
I think about how
I love.
The first time
I hung onto him
So hard with my heart,
That when he left
My heart was torn loose.
Though I am reminded
Of a still hanging
Heart,
i seek someone to heal it.
Now, after twice more,
My heart hangs again.
It never did quite heal.
Everyone who tried
To heal it hurt me
More.
As for those I
Loved,
They did not
Mend my heart
Back in place.
They used their
Words to
Blind me of the
Stake
They used to Impale my heart
Back in
Place,
And when they
Left
.....
They ripped it out
And left my
Still beating,
Still bleeding
Heart
Hanging, Draining
Of the Crimson
Love
I so longed to share
With them.
Will you heal my
Wounded and dying heart
or
Will you be just another
Scar my
Heart
Will bear?
poem by Sans Serif
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Straight Through The Heart
You came on like an angel
I didnt see the evil in your eyes
I could see but I was blinded
Oh, believed your lies
You hit we with your promises
You shot me, I fell to the ground
Your promise of tomorrow
When I looked, you were
Nowhere to be found
You set me up right from the start
Stripped me of my dignity
You got me straight
Through the heart
I never did stand a chance
You got me straight
Through the heart
You cut me and left me for dead
You promised me a heaven
Turned out to be one hell all the time
The truth that youre pretending
Was just a chorus of lies
You set me up right from the start
Strip me of my dignity
And got me straight
Through the heart
I never did stand a chance
Got me straight through the heart
You cut me and left me for dead
You cut me and left me for dead
You came on like an angel
Just like an angel
You set me up
You got me straight
Through the heart
I never did stand a chance
Got me straight through the heart
You cut me, you left me
Straight through the heart
You never gave me a chance
Got me straight throught the heart
Im bleeding, youre leaving
Got me straight through the heart
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Pretentious Friend
A friend never leaves any other friend
but what will happened if betrayal starts
to circle within your friendship?
Never anticipated that one's friend can do that
but theres just friend that pretends to be your friend.
Saying they like you, but the truth they dont
telling you, they have seen you go to that wrong way
but they were just afraid to tell you
but the truth they've never seen you go to the wrong way.
pretending to be a true and caring friend,
when you turn your back
full of stabs in your back can be seen.
choosing a friend has never been easy
but if your friend just steals slowly everything from you
then you wake up
and see everything has gone.
Secrets are disperse
and your name is destroyed
for you trusted the wrong friend
and you just dont know how to get up again,
blaming your pretentious friend
she had left you with problems you have to solve
but dont ever put your full trust to a friend again
for you dont know what she's capable of.
About A Heart
there's a doubt in my heart
and it's sinking deep inside of me
it's the way that you talk
it's in the way you're touching me
when i look into your eyes
you're a million miles away from me
and there's nothing i can do
there's nothing left to say
you'll break my heart, there's nothing left to say
you'll break my heart,there's nothing i can do
you'll break my heart...
rip it off and watch it fall..
will you go - will you stay
is there any chance for me to keep you here
by my side - or is my fate already sealed
is there anybody else
or am i still the only one
if it's so then i don't care
just waiting for the blow to come
you see, there's nothing i can do
you'll break my heart (in any case) there's nothing left to say
(you'll break my heart...)
rip it off and watch it fall...
you'll break my heart, there's nothing left to say
you'll break my heart,there's nothing i can do
you'll break my heart, rip it off, rip it off
you'll break my heart...
song performed by by Alphaville
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I Need Your Love More And More
I need your love more and more.
I would throw my arms around your neck.
I`d give you my heart and soul
For there is nothing else left.
Nobody will ever mend
This broken happiness of us.
Solitude, welcome, my friend,
Solitude is our last chance.
poem by Saniya Galeyeva
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A Friend
a friend is just a friend
a patching somewhere
on some empty spaces
where such being
may fill
the shape of a flower
for accent of a vase
or a fluttering butterfly
to decorate a shrub
or a substitute for
someone who left
and left another
emptiness
a friend is just a friend
do you expect some more?
let the friendship be nothing
but be brief and concise
like some answers to
life's questions
let it not be beyond
yourself and your loved one
a friend is just a memory
that comes and goes
like the wind that for a time
cools your face
you just let them pass
and be themselves, ...
friends, have some,
but come to think,
they may also be expensive
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Story Of The Sharp Tongue
with the repetitive sound of sighs and symmetrical silence
the tongue has become sharp and it stabs hearts
it breaks open what has been closed all along and hidden
birds start breaking out from cages
and feathers are left as memories which somehow the one who is left
empty takes it to his heart and becomes his pen
the lonely man writes
with blood from his bleeding heart stabbed by the sharpness of his own
past
the sound becomes even more demanding like routine that you cannot refuse
and somehow the silence becomes irregular, asymmetrical taking the shape
of a scream, which the tongue most sharpened now
slices into dust
and this reaches to the conclusion that no matter how sharp the tongue can be
it too shall in the end turn into
dust..............................
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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James & The Cold Gun
James, come on home.
Youve been gone too long, baby.
We cant let our hero
Die alone.
We miss you day and night.
You left town to live by the rifle.
You left us to fight,
But it just aint right to take away the light.
Remember genie from the casino?
Shes still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
Theyre only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
Its not there in the buckskin, baby.
Its not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud.
Youre a coward, james.
Youre running away from humanity.
Youre running away from reality.
It wont be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.
Remember genie from the casino?
Shes still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
Theyre only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Surprisingly Alive
Happiness is gone, it disappeared
It played me for years making me feel I deserved it
It was positive, and left me an optimist
I saw life through different eyes with happiness
It made me see what cannot be seen
It made me feel feelings I had not bothered to explore
I felt free beneath it's control
I felt invincible in it's arms
Happiness was my everything, it was my soul
It was what kept me moving forward
It was what made me want to live, to breath, to be
Then one day it left, it walked out on me
It left nothing behind but memories I could not have again
It walked out and never looked back
It walked out on me when I needed it the most
It pretended like nothing ever happened between us
Happiness kicked me towards sadness, it shoved me towards it
Then it left after it saw what happened
It got weak and left me alone
It left me crying behind the door
It left me bleeding on the bathroom floor
It left me wishing I had never lived
It left me screaming into my pillow in pain with sadness
It left me walking aimlessly at night with tears crawling down my face
It left me with the words 'I give up' floating above my head
It left me imagining what death would taste like
It left me cold, scared, hopeless, alone
It left...
poem by Mariam Abdelghani
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He Speaks To Me At Midnight
When all is still, the potion spills
Soft shadows on the grave
In windswept dreams, where silence screams
Of passion that I crave
Away in flight, on wings of night
Held captive in his snare
He stokes the fires…of my desire
And chains me to his lair
Each night I bend, to whisperings winds
They haunt my midnight skies
He softly sings, into my dreams
Such wicked lullabies
I hold on tight, to his delight
I'm a puppet on a string
He whispers flame, upon my name
In a raging midnight fling
His purchase price, cold as ice
Leaves me fraught…alone
Left searching in the waning night
Wondering where he's gone
Like a kiss of death, my heart bereft
My soul, an empty shell
I face the day, in cold decay
And walk through living hell
With secrets sealed behind a shield
Hard frozen on my lips
I wake to find, my peace of mind
Trapped in a sinking ship
The sky above, a darkened glove
That paints my spirit gray
My heart bemoans, I'm cold as stone
Yearning for the close of day
With evenings flight, into the night
I come alive, restored
As whispers stream into my dreams
To bring him back once more
It's only when, the whispering wind
Breaths warm across my shade
To turn my blight into delight
On a windswept serenade
My soul's replete on twisted sheets
So long the night remains
Until the yawn of coming dawn
Binds tight my heart in chains
As morning creeps into my sleep
Once more I dread the day
When reality shines, between the blinds
To sweep my love away
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Broken Dreams
I don’t see a long road ahead of me
And my coffee cup, instead of been half full
It’s always half empty
I got no home
I’m on the streets
An in the cold lonely morning
I’m awaken by somebodys cries an screams
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
My past's erased from my memory
Anyone I knew before
Never cared enough to contact me
I’ve lost my friends
I’ve lost my family
My life’s falling apart
It’s coming loose at the seems
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
The dreams I used to dream
When I was a kid
Never left my heart
But I never did them, I never lived
So now I cry into my glass
To try an make it full
I’m crying lost rivers an lost streams
All I’ve got left is my broken dreams
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Cold is The Heart
Cold is the heart of the man who lets no one into his life.
Cold is the heart of the woman who has lost her love.
Cold is the heart of the girl who is better than everyone around her.
Cold is the heart of the man who fights only for himself.
Cold is the heart of the Teenager who needs and wants no one in his life.
Cold is the heart of the cocky young man.
Cold is the heart of the Criminal who is not forgiven for what he has done.
Cold is the heart of the Widow who is left alone in this world.
Cold is the heart of the woman angry at love.
Cold is the heart of the angry young man.
Cold is the heart of the one who does not laugh, and will not smile.
Cold is the heart of the woman who feels no love, and feels no pain.
Cold is the heart of the Businessman who claws his way to the top.
Cold is the heart of the child who feels left out while the others play.
Cold is the heart of the man who denies his emotions freedom.
Coldness in the heart is an absence of love.
It is the feeling of Loneliness,
The presence of Anger,
The lack of Respect,
And the loss of emotion.
It is found in the joyless,
In the emotionless,
And in the inhospitable.
It is a trait of the passionless,
Of the unconcerned,
Of the unsympathetic,
And in those who deny the truth.
But through love any heart can be warmed.
poem by Trever Barlow
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The Unsteady Heart
A heart left unsteady
By a girls single beauty
More than her appearance
Her heart and soul are seen
And she shall forever be
A gentle wonder to the heart
Held high upon imagination
Of all that could ever be
The sweetest of thoughts
Tenderly nurture this feeling
A heart left unravelled
Upon the feet of a girl
Awaits the first kiss
To embrace such a love
Let this become unbroken
And steady this heart
That has been left at a loss
By a single girls beauty
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Nothing At All
I have fallen out of my life, I am not present
within the outline which indicates where the
real me should be, no feelings, no dreams
The hope I harboured inside proved to be
without meaning – I have forgotten what I
used to hope for, nothing new to replace
What used to be, just cold emptiness in my
heart, wait, my heart is lost, freezing again
like I did as a child, no significance left
Life was like this in the beginning, the great
divide between virtual warmth, a good book,
a piece of music, a story - and -
The emptiness of real life without room for
emotion as an ever-increasing descent in-
to a million small deaths on a daily basis
The pain ought to be gone - yet it is not - the
pain is all that is left, oh yes; even pure
misery is preferable to nothing at all
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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And Yet
And yet...
I can't forget,
How we met.
I'm haunted by that meeting.
And yet...
I have regrets,
How I left...
With you still in my heart.
And yet...
I can not let,
You sit and feel...
I don't know what is real.
Because...
If not for you,
I would not hurt...
Like I do!
And yet...
I have regrets,
How I left...
With you still in my heart.
Because...
If not for you,
I would not hurt...
Like I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ashes
My heart is filled
With the ashes
Of our love burned away
I've emptied out my soul
Until there is nothing
Left to say
Glued the pieces back together
Every time I fell apart
You lit a fire
Inside of me
Then left only ashes
In my heart
I have searched your face
For even the slightest trace
Of the love I used to see
Reflecting back at me
But what is gone
Cannot be found
And every time
I turn around
You smear rejection
All over me
I'm the most broken
That I'll ever be
Your eyes so cold
Your words unkind
You've taken so much
There's nothing left
Of me that's mine
You leave only ashes
In my heart
While your love still burns
Throughout my mind
poem by Erika Wingo
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The Abyss
The darkness reaches out to me and gently caresses
The abyss is creeping up on me
The emptiness strokes my arms in a comforting manner
I know its arms like an old lover
It kisses my cheek in a butterfly manner
It muzzles my neck like a puppy
Its arms hold me from behind
I’ve been given this depression many times
As it gently holds me I try to leave its arms
But its lover’s arms have turned to restraints
Its arms lock my arms to my stomach, ties its legs around mine
My body is trapped, I can’t move but I beg it to stop
It doesn’t stop, its tight grip burns but the pain is pleasurable
Its head pushes into my neck and its mouth starts to open
Its teeth grips my neck and it bites as I scream
All that makes me real pours out of my veins, into its mouth
My love, my joy, my hope, my pain, my fears - all drained away
When there is nothing left the abyss replaces me with itself
As I feel it take me over my fearful screams turns to quiet peace
The abyss takes me over as it flows down my blue veins, freezes them.
It freezes my emotions, it freezes my soul, it freezes my resistance
It finally reaches my heart and turns it ice-cold until I can love no more
The quiet depression welcomes me like a homecoming
It swoops me into its arms and carries me down into its deep dark hole
Where it makes me its queen and we reside in the darkness together
We are the outcasts, we are the unloved, we are the ones you fear
Cold and lonely is where we stand; the abyss and I are hand in hand
poem by Lenore Lee
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A Road Full of Promises
By the time I found out we were already,
Too late to change on the road full of promises,
Hard to let go of things we love and things we try,
Clutch the shadows in sunset of joy and crisis.
Darkness flood the light from dawn converged,
Trying to hold onto everything we deserve,
Changes came to our lives, and crosswords emerged,
Fell in pieces and broken dreams stayed reserve.
No likely end could opportunity bring than sorrow,
And with the cross down dropp upon our knees,
The joy was dim and breathes grimacing as we go,
In pulse beat emotions on the road full of promises.
Sweat reared as water ski, coil and swiftly swan,
In the spring of love anxiety ambush the heart,
And tears rang; became dreams come and gone,
In the laden flame that glows fainter by sight.
We meet our fate on the road full of promises,
And in pain, somewhere along the road we stop,
Only to think briefly by guilt fury our gain and loses,
Those that we hate they could have been loved.
The impulse drove windy tumults in our mind,
Search happier state of this life where we had been,
The breath we wasted on the path left behind,
Brought sorrows to define the duty held in a dream.
Some dreams came true from the start to the end,
But the pledge of other promises left unfulfilled,
The reduction were never woken, and went unbroken,
Fortunately they made me smile still in silence stayed.
poem by Gerry Legister
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