Indifference
Indifference is so painful
Like an eye which sees nothing
I do not even
Exist to you
No matter how I prove it
With trembling hands touching you
Or with my Silence fed
Up
Wounds you, punctures
A ventricle
In your heart
You have an inkling of pain
You simply say you
Have myocardial infarction
There is no me causing it...i am staring at you.
What you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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False Prestige!
Train journey,
Youth smokes unmindful of co-passengers,
False prestige!
Chain smoker,
Chronic cough,
Lung cancer!
Smokes umpteen cigarettes,
Spends huge income on spoiling health,
Myocardial infarction!
Chronic alcoholic,
Cirrhosis liver,
Loss of life!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Let Me Count The Wounds In Your Heart
pain is so ordinary you say
we get used to every pain
we cound the wounds
and we cannot finish
somehow
some refuse to remember
what pain is
what is the use of remembering
what hurts you
but i am different i say
i count the wounds and i always remember what hurts me
every detail
every note of the pain like a very sad song
that i always hum
i keep all these sad refrains in my heart
not that i have learned to hurt myself
needlessly unnecessarily
it is simply a matter of
remembering the beauty of these wounds
that healed
gathering all over again the lessons learned
the loves lost
the strengths regained
at the end i see the scars
drawing
sketching
this face of a very strong man
undefeated
redeemed
smiling over the pains
that almost conquered him
almost, yes always almost
because he always
survives and always
he learns, always
always, yes, always
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Painful Solitude
Painful rejection
Your silence speaks volumes
Solitary dove flies alone,
Looking for a place to belong,
She is lost, heart full of pain
Will she ever be able to sing again?
Painful illness
My body agony
My mind endures
Painful isolation
Painful solitude
Painful loneliness
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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When You Touch My Body
when you touch my body with your trembling hands tonight
i choose to simply close my eyes
too, i am trembling to this passion
this desire i have been waiting
all these years, when we are nothing but
passing glimpses, until one day,
i tell you my name, i touch your lips i caress your hair
and you are awakened
by this kind of love
this total undressing this total nudity
even in tears and untold quiver
in this room, you are with me
there will be silence anticipating
our joys our confessions our opening up
hands to hands and soul to soul
we will be losing ourselves
tonight i am revealing all my skins and longings
i am naked
i am yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fruit Of His Silence And Indifference
what he remembers most was that time
when he asks for a glass of water which was denied him
he was angry at first
hysterical about his thirst his view on death that comes like a black horse from far
but he calmed down ultimately knowing that nothing happens anyway
despite his scream
the wind is still the wind that goes out from the hold of the mountain
not ever minding his situation
the trees are cruel too taking care only of their own roots
and so he grabbed silence
he coiled with the ropes of indifference
and take himself for a rock beside a cliff
and then they look for him
regretting perhaps what they have forgotten such a value for a rose
but then he has no eyes as identifying marks and no matter how
they search
despite his presence
they could not find him
now they are all crazy like the tribes driven out from Babel
and he simply watched them all
in silence and indifference
they murmur and cry out in the darkness of their souls
it is time now he says to reap the fruits of his labor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ghost And Me
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
Everybody has washed their hand clean of...
A mistake that never happen.
A birth that was more like a regurgitation.
I didn't mean to do that.
Oh oh but you did.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
Now tell me
How hard is it to forgive
When one denies you everyday..?
Oh just disappear.
I wish you weren't here.
Those are the words I continuously hear.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
Voices marching to a beat.
Voices marching to an eventual defeat.
Running through a slaughter house just to fix a broken soul.
An what does it expose?
Is the blood real?
A talentless man with no cloths.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
I hate it.
It isn't fair.
But in this world of despair.
Tears will never heal these wounds.
For they're continuously felt each and everyday.
The pain will never go away.
It is here to stay.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
No never again.
A march to the very end.
When I'm hanging from that rope
I want nothing from you.
It is what you gave me.
Suffering silence.
The stillness that is so quiet.
No one is here except...
The ghost and me
The ghost and me.
Are one and the same.
We don't exist.
We are never to be seen.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Being A Woman
she simply smiles
her smile
closes her eyes
And looks away
The words he speaks
Cut so deep
She can barely breath
So she just smiles
Touching her hand meant to soothe
Sends shivers down her spine
Not to be rude she doesn't move
But instead just sits and smiles
Pulling her in
To holds her close
She let's him be
And smiles
She cannot show
how weak she feels
Wanting to break down and cry
So she smiles instead
Deep inside
Her heart is breaking
But she cannot let him see
So Turning away she just smiles
As a woman
She cannot just be
she's not just a woman
She's also a lady
No matter
The pain
No matter
The hurt
She puts on
A brave gave
And simply
smiles
She wants
To kick
She wants
To scream
But all she does is smile
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Pain has no Mercy
My face pale - months of pain has left its creases
on the hollow features of grayness appearing.
Pain has no mercy not today, not when I sleep...
...pain enjoys to haunt me - seemingly laughing at the
youngester in me that has dealt with dull sharp aching pain.
I fugitively hope it'll disappear within time...it must.
It shan't linger on and on into the paleness fading away
of this pain-stricken creature that grows
still with every passing moment as
the pain bolts like the flash of lightening
through the body -
giggling behind its hands.
He draws attention to the faces glaring into mine -
'Oh pain' I shout 'go away, i've had enough
with your daunting tricks! '
Colour drains out - like a spiral of hot water flowing down
the bath tub.
Nights are restless -
pain screeches in all my sides
the day wakes up with a painful leap
out of bed...
continuation of the pain -
some days it improves other days it
stays ignorant:
that Pain has no Mercy!
Pain has no Mercy crawls with me to bed -
and leaps out of bed with me -
holding my hand as if we were best mates!
Ha! I disagree -
this pain 'disappear before i wrench myself
away from you horrid thing.'
Pain has no Mercy
no mercy for the pain he is causing.
Causing the dint in her face - the pain,
the pale, tired look of worry, agony.
Pain has no Mercy.
'Go away pain - before i yell into
the looming distance! '
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Pitching Away Bales Of Daily Nonsense
My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.
And it is not that I heal quickly.
Sharing that process,
Is something I do not believe.
Why should I wear my heart on my sleeve?
To prove my life has not been struggle free.
My scars and wounds,
You will never see.
A pain to relive...
Is not for me.
There is no reason for you or me,
To validate something we both can agree...
No one familiar with digging out of ditches.
Or pitching away bales of daily nonsense,
Is going to be doing that without a bruise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Burning Heart....
my heart always sees
you
my heart always feels
you
it has bleeding eyes
it has callous hands
it has scars and it will
still have more wounds
that may never heal
on time.
my heart is always on fire
when you are with me
my heart burns all day
it has no need for help
it has no firetrucks coming...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence Is...
Silence is an absence
Silence is profound
Silence is a conversation
Being had without sound
Silence is an expression
One that cannot be heard
Silence cannot be spoken
Although it is a word
Silence is a presence
Of great nothingness
Silence can be something
And yet cease to exist
Silence can fill a room
And have no mass at all
Silence cannot be dropped, yet it can fall
Silence is a mystery
That will forever go unsolved
Silence is how every sound can swiftly be dissolved
Silence is the sound of rest
The only sound that can sound best
While other sounds can cause great pain
Silence is not the sound to blame
For Silence is what silence is
Something that is nothing
Nothing that exists
poem by Kyle.J Carruthers
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A Kind Of Sorrow, A Secret Suffering
to lose you i know is one kind sorrow
for i claim a loss that i never had even once owned.
a play of words, and i know you do not understand
what each word means, what a punctuation is.
this heart that grieves for what it cannot even touch
with its fragile hands, its trembling fingers
for what i see is but a glimmer
a faint light, a shadow, a hush, a slight glimpse
no one knows what secret suffering is all about
(secret so to say, i give it a language of its own)
a heart that bleeds without drops of blood
a heart injured yet without the bruises and wound
i mix with the crowd just like what we do when we go malling.
i smile like the way all people smile. i always have a glimpse of you.
yet i know, i do not wait for anybody, or anything, this is simply
an impossible endeavor. Clouds that dissipate. Air that vanish.
a door that closes. a bus that leaves. a plane turning into a dot in space.
i look up actually for nothing. i pretend sometimes that there are stars where there are none but black clouds and tree tops.
i look down and only see suffering. Pebbles and gray sands.
i sleep without remembering my dreams. i wake up not thinking
about what to do specifically with my life. I have everything you say.
but since i do not have you, i am still nothing. I am simply arms emptied
of its embrace. I am hands groping with nothing but space.
it does not matter. i touch my chest and feel that i am strong.
i give up the gift of speech. I take in the gift of words written in utter silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Pain
I can give thou pain in return for pain,
Let all the love be spoiled in vain.
If there is any thing called heart, my dear,
Let it be pierced with the pain like spear.
Yet I'll say, it is this pain
In which true delight we find,
It is this pain which
Brings spring in our mind.
Our eyes be filled with tears
When we feel pique and put our hands
Into the hands of pain,
It is this pain which
In the lonely Shravan night
Causes to come down rain.
It is this pain which once teaches us love
And again teaches us indifference
When both of us forgetting each other
Go to two different ways.
(Note: `Shravan'-the fourth month of Bengali calender usually remarkable for heavy rain.)
poem by Riffat Samad
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Not knowing you is respect
I ask your name, what you do, what you are,
You said
I do not have to know you
You are nobody
You have no name
You do nothing
You are not what you are
I am not knowing
I do not know you
We call each other as friends
Blind friends
Two blind friends touching a big elephant
And we shall say different things
You are nobody and I am nobody too
That is identity enough
Respect for nobody to nobody
Blindness is now dignity
We feel the heart
Because we have no eyes
We do not touch
We have no hands
We only speak
Because what we have are only
Two hearts. No eyes. No hands.
A mouth a nose. We are breathers in space.
We are incomplete. That is complete
Respect for humanity.
We are simply breathers. Nobody touching nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unstoppable
I can't stop staring at you
When we're alone
I can't stop thinking about you
When we're apart
I can't stop dreaming of you
When I'm asleep
I just can't stop
No matter when I start
My arms keep reaching for you
When you walk by
My lips keep finding yours
In the dark
My hands keep touching you
When you are near
Emotions whisper
Desire stirs
Reality disappears
poem by Erika Wingo
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Pain And Sleep And Your Best Friend....
when you are in pain
you have no choice but to bear it
in silence, because any kind of
chatter
will simply aggravate
the wound,
talk is just a coating
perhaps, it will give a temporary relief
for those who hear your pain
they remain disinterested though they show that
empathy on their faces
but sooner shall you realize that it is not their pain
and they do not deserve it
pain shall always be personal
it is just yours, and it awakens you from that deep slumber
of pleasure
and complacency
when you keep on sharing it
they will pretend to continue listening
but if you know what is in their hearts
deep within
it will be shocking
soon they will relay your pain to others
who will be asking who you are
and what bad karma has come to you
what sins have you committed
which to them
have remained
unforgiven
categories, categories,
they have categories, sins and bad karma,
crime and punishment seems to be sisters
living in the same house
'who cares? ' that is the question that hangs in the air
of indifference
'who are you? ' its cousin.
the sooner you know this, the better for you
you take retreat inside your room
put your hands on your forehead
to check if you are still alive
it is just between you and the ceiling now
and that occasional lizard who is more interested on how
to capture its next prey, that mosquito
which if caught, does not matter also to you
when you cannot bear it anymore you resort to
talking to yourself,
it is now between you and yourself
ah, you are finally your best friend now
and you keep on talking
and talking, with matching pauses in
between
this time the pain subsides a bit
you have invented a new self, who can talk to you and
assuredly, this self knows no betrayal upon itself
betrayal, if you define it, is always the other
the next of kin, a brother, remember Cain?
you sleep now, time comes, gives you the blanket of relief
puts you into another world,
& it is restful.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pain-Free
Teenage girl, seventeen years of age.
Tired of making stupid mistakes.
Tired of being put down.
All she wants to do is be happy.
And make her family proud.
She's locked herself in her room.
Her only safe haven.
Wondering what it would be like if she was never born.
Her mind a jumbled mess.
Tired of the constant scorn.
Tired of regret.
Tired of causing it on her family.
She looks at herself in the mirror.
And a stupid girl stares back at her.
Telling her: 'you're worthless all you do is cause pain, your ugly, annoying and weird you don't deserve to live! '
She sees the pills staring back at her.
Inviting her to be pain-free.
Telling her that all her pain and problems will go away.
She takes the pills and knows she will inflict no more pain on her family, friends, and herself.
poem by Francesca Marie
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Over 'N' Out
Come with me guarantee
Everywhere we go we're gonna rip it up
(Over and out)
It's free to ride
Step inside
Keys in the ignition
We're gonna burn it up
(Over and out)
I don't know what the future holds
I don't care
Place your hands, now we're on a roll
All say yeah
No one knows what the future holds
No one cares
Get in line 'cos I'm on patrol
I say yeah
No matter who you are
Just get with me
You don't need an invitation
We're tearing this place apart
You know it 'cos
We're causing a real sensation
(Over and out)
Roll it out, getting loud
Kicking up our feet
Cos now it's party time
(Over and out)
Joie de vive, dance with me
We don't have to force it
Gonna make it rhyme
(Over and out)
I don't know what the future holds
I don't care
Place your hands, now we're on a roll
All say yeah
No one knows what the future holds
No one cares
Get in line 'cos I'm on patrol
I say yeah
No matter who you are
Just get with me
You don't need an invitation
We're tearing this place apart
You know it 'cos
We're causing a real sensation
Yeah, ain't nothing better
And yeah, there's no one ever, oh
I don't know what the future holds
I don't care
Place your hands, now we're on a roll
All say yeah
No one knows what the future holds
No one cares
Get in line 'cos I'm on patrol
I say yeah
No matter who you are
Just get with me
You don't need an invitation
We're tearing this place apart
You know it 'cos
We're causing a real sensation
No matter who you are
Just get with me
You don't need an invitation
We're tearing this place apart
You know it 'cos
We're causing a real sensation
(We're causing a real sensation)
A real sensation
A real sensation
(Real sensation)
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