Numb...
the pig is butchered
and one hears the usual
scream
if screams you call it
the screams of
helplessness
of death of a
fat pig
just like all deaths of
the living
but
the images of roast
and fries
keep us
from
sympathizing about
its plight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Screams
She screams in pain,
She screams out your name,
Watch her suffer,
Suffer into the darkness,
Tomorrow will bring another day,
A day of freedom,
She once thought,
She screams for help,
No one hears her,
A dead silence,
Watch as her friends turn their back on her,
Watch as she bleeds for them,
She hears the howling of the wind,
Knowing that no one can't hear her crying,
She screams,
Screams in agony,
Does anyone hear her,
Does anyone care,
She screams for you,
She screams one last time hoping that someone would hear her,
What will become of her,
Is this girl me or someone else.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Children Of The Night
Who hears the screams
of the children of the night
Who pays the price
For their plight
A life full of lies
To keep
Their nightmares quiet
Who will help
The children
Before it's too late
Who hears
Their whispered cries
As they become adults
and heroin becomes their light
Who hears the screams
of the children of the night
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Screaming pain
The silent screams inside
Nobody does hear
But me.
The screams of fear.
The screams of pain.
The screams of past pain endured.
No body knows.
The screams of hurt.
The screams that huant.
The screams of despair.
The screams of loneliness.
The screams of death.
Im screaming inside out.
With nobody to hear
Im screaming with pain.
Im screaming and screaming
Let me forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Fire and Screams
You called my name
Urgently called my name
But I didn't hear you
Through the fire and screams
I looked for you
Desperately looked for you
But I couldn't find you
There was fire and screams
Hiding that I think of you
Every few minutes, I should say
Just hold on to me
Through that fire, those screams
Trust won't break through the fire and screams
It will grow against gravity
The gravity of moments that took my breath away
The pull of me and you, the right choice
The urging to stay calm
Through the fire and screams
But then there's always the evil gravity
The gravity of uncertainty, of fears
The pull of loneliness and tears
The urging to scream, to add to those screams
That fire, those screams
I looked for you
Frantically looked for you
But I couldn't find you
Through the fire and screams
Fear the Rain
I Fear the Rain!
The very sound of it is like nails to a chalk board
It has no mercy on people like me
when it rains I do not hear the soothing pitter patter, I hear screams
The very screams of people who are tormented by the rain
I do not scream for the rain
the rain will not break me
I refuse to scream for the rain
The rain loves the screams of people like me
But I will not scream
I Fear the Rain!
Silent screams
Can you hear it?
The silent screams.
The screams that come from my hart.
My life was invaded.
And the pain lingers on.
It hurts God it really hurts.
The silent screams in my head.
I hear them but can you?
I hear them cos I'm screaming them.
But they are silenced by my fear.
Silent screams silent screams.
This is all I had when you did what you did.
Silent screams.
Emobolised by fear.
And overpowered by you.
I couldnt do a thing.
Except have silent screams.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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A Bright Red Scream
A bright red scream
I have bright red angry screams.
Not within the voice of me.
But in the markss on my arms.
I cut and cut.
Now my scream is out and free.
My screams are nasty red cuts.
Angrier by the day.
Each cut is my
My bright red scream.
Every cut a new scream.
Screaming louder and louder.
The bright red scream.
Sets me free
If not for long
Just for a while.
My anger comes and goes
Like the ocean.
My anger is loud and red
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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His Kingdom He Storks
He storks his kingdom having been released,
Watching over his human feast.
The every day man who knew it all,
Who said, I'll make the call.
Sulphur burns creating it's fowl stink,
Forever now he and this place are linked.
The every day man made his choice,
Now he hears many a man's whaling voice.
Screams come from this bottomless pit,
Tell my loves not to come here, use wit.
Take a message if you would to my friends,
Come not where fire and screams never ends.
His demons scream from the bowels of the pit,
Where there is no sleep, no rest in it.
This kingdom where there is no praise,
It's inhabitants hear no joy all their days.
Unsaved into the underworld,
Rich or poor into this world are hurled.
But those in the book of life found,
Enter into paradise where worship abounds.
The Screams Of Passion
Performed by the family
{from the family (1985)}
Woah, no. woah, yeah.
Woah, no, woah no, yeah, yeah
Theres a gentle autumn breeze
That blows whenever we be lyin
Lyin in my bed
The moon appears and disappears
U look at me, my clothes I quickly
I quickly shed
The curtains dance a minuet
Autumn plays the music baby
Come on hold my hand
Leaves are fallin velvet splash
Only u and I can under
Only u can understand
The sunlight draws a picture
Through the silky lace that hangs above your
Hangs above your door
A picture that is waving
That is seems to be with every thrust
U make me beg for more
A robin sings a masterpiece
That lives and dies unheard
For screams of passion
A sound produced by two in love (oh, two in love)
Curtains dance and autumn plays on (and on and on)
The screams of passion
All I hear in my [head/hair]
Echoing like a volcano baby
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
I want u madly
Cant u tell, cant u tell
Cant u tell, cant u tell, ow!
Take me in your arms, oh baby
The crime is done
Id rather die here in your
Screams of passion (woah, hold me now, baby)
Tell me that u [want/love] me (tell me that u [want/love] me)
Is it sunday or is it passion?
The screams of passion (the screams of passion, yeah)
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion (passion)
Yeah! (shhh, not so loud, baby)
Yeah! (shhh, shhh)
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
The screams of... the screams of...
The screams of passion
The screams of passion
Back and forth the raging seas of lust
Raging, raging (the screams of passion)
U know I want u madly, baby
Why cant u tell?
Is it sunday?
I thought I heard a churchbell (or was it passion? )
Passion (yeah, yeah)
Passion
The screams of passion
Whatd u say baby?
Excuse me but is that your passion?
Do u want my passion?
Do u want my passion?
If u want my love
If u want my body baby
Let me hear u... let me hear u... let...
Let me hear u scream
I want some passion
U know what Im talkin about baby?
I want some passion
U got that baby?
I want some passion
Passion
song performed by by Prince
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Listening
They walk in dreams
nightmarishly
spirits of nameless faces
staring without eyes.
The screams:
of a child
on whom you poured boiling water.
The screams:
of a girl made to wear only flesh, because
she ran away with a priest.
The screams:
of a wipped woman
who tasted the laughing moonlight.
Death makes a big hole
in a spooky silence!
Are you listening?
poem by Satish Verma
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For Michael Hicky
I heard the screams
Of what was told
The screams
Of a man
Who should
Have been free
They chained him
They beat him
But they
Could never defeat him
As he stands alone
On a rooftop of hope
His mother pleads
Please set my son free
Three months long
On a roof with no sun
Just the wind
And the snow
His mind and body broken
But a soul so strong
Years of his life taken
All from
When he was seventeen
How could
Any man go on
I heard the screams
Of what was told
The screams
Of a man
Who was set free
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Suicide
Where to begin, where to end
from the start, so much to mend
things not well, living in hell
voices screaming, I wasn't dreaming
pain in my head, noises of dropping beads
cries for help, out comes yelps
tried to cut wrist, but the pain brought twists
first was talks, next was meds
way to many talking in my heads
booze to help me snooze
never quite enough, deeper I fall
the more i scream, the more I dream
pain can be a strain and it's draining me
the demons are stronger, my mind is fogging-er
shadows following me, creeping closer
there is no escaping, trapped in hell
screams for help, scream for love
no one answers, no one cares
pills and booze are my friends
makes the pain go away
more and more is not enough
one day away from them.
they control me bad, the demons kill
to the end the demons go, to hell
with me, no more pain
no more screams, no more scary dreams
bury me now, that is how
the demons won
poem by Michael Peterson
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Screams
She screams to make you listen to her
She slits her wrist to get your attention
All you hear is a fly on the wall
All you see is a selfish girl
She crys at night
She wants to leave this town
Cause your not worth her time anymore
Cause you're to busy to give her a second of your time
She wants an easy escape
She wants to return to a better time
When life was fun
When life didn't hurt
Her screams are so loud
But you can't hear them
Cause you're so self-absorbed
To see that she put all her love into you
Her screams are sad and depressing
But she can't cry
Cause she hurts too much to speak
Her screams are hollow and empty
What a shame
Cause in my eyes shes beautiful
(6-14-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Torture
I'm in the room without a light
The room without a view
I'm here for one more treacherous night
Another night with you
It tortures me to move my hands
To try to move at all
And pulled
My skin so tight it screams
And screams and screams
And pulls some more
Hanging like this
Like a vampire bat
Hanging like this
Hanging on your back
I'm helpless again
My body is cut and broken
It's shattered and sore
My body is cut wide open
I can't stand anymore
It tortures me to move my hands
To try to move at all
And pulled
My skin so tight screams
And screams and screams
And screams some more
Hanging like this
Like a vampire bat
Hanging like this hanging on your back
Oh it's torture
And i'm almost there
It's torture
But i'm almost there
It's torture
But i'm almost there
It's torture
But i'm almost there
song performed by by Cure
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A Little Girl
A lil girl screams out in the night,
her hero comes a running,
as he pulls her close,
she knows he'll always be there.
A lil girl screams out in the night,
her boyfriend just ended it,
her hero comes a running,
he pulls her tight and wipes the tears away.
A lil girl screams out,
her hero comes a running,
her face is full of smiles,
he already knows whats coming.
A daddy crys out in the night,
his house is slient,
no more lil girls crying out in the night,
its time to let them go.
a lil girl hears her daddy crying,
its time to give the brid away,
no more having him run to her,
its time to give her away.
A lil girl crys out in the night,
she just got the call,
her hero is dying,
soon he'll be running to his daddy.
A lil girl crys out durning the day,
her daddy just passed away,
as she whisperes 'i'll always be your lil girl'
her daddy went off to Jesus.
poem by Lydia Kindle
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Do Not Cry
tears, and screams.
what for?
salt of the earth? drum sounds of another mourning
for the death of hope?
be silent.
tears do not say that they can help.
screams are not incantations for the gods to hear us.
be silent.
like a rock.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Will.... (Answer The Call)
when death tastes like living,
and bodies walk barefoot in the ashes...
when the heart devoured,
sings in the sinews of the oppressed.
when light screams with fury,
and wipes the chin of the child...
the day is born, the line is drawn,
who will answer the call?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Poet As Mere Spectator
and so there was this child
left by the mother who was washing
her body in another
room
the child crawls and walks its
way finally
to the dining table
and pulls the table cloth
where a cup of hot coffee
is put
hot coffee is poured on its face
and the baby screams
and screams and screams
at the top of his voice
i hear it but what can i do
i am the poet
and you give me this job of
a mere spectator
next time, tell me, i am more than that
i can be superman
to that child
only if you ask.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ruin
There's a moaning I hear when I try to sleep.
It's the sound of a drawn out tragedy
The result of centuries of neglect.
With no attention paid to cause and effect
And the pain gets worse and the screams ensue.
It's the world living with a parasite
It's the world living with it's own infectious disease.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
The infestation reaches far beyond it's means.
The sapping of the strength has muffled all the screams.
Self centered beings play out self centered lives.
Indifferent creatures living in indifferent times
And the blame is passed round when the death throws sound
It's the world living with a parasite
It's the world living with it's own infectious disease.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
Ruin
song performed by by Sick Of It All from Yours Truly
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Who I Really Am
Fingers dash across keys, type, type, type
Awkwardly from one key to the next, I told myself I wouldn't write
The computer, the ginger tea, the black text in a sea of white
They subside
As a new reality has come to override
I don't want to be who I was back then...
Screams of an infernal scratching
Voices of endless chiding
Murmurs of infinite condemnation
Each word a wicked consolation speaking to a identity of hatred
Each scream a twisted affirmation of the identity of hatred
Each murmur coaxing out my identity of hatred
Thus he does emerge, the man, the monster
No it's not a scream
No it's not a voice
Not it's not a murmur it's who I am
I made those
I make those
I am those
Inadequate, incapable, inevitable, inept, invisible
Untalented, unkind, unworthy, unable, unlovable
These are lies
You know they're all true he sighs
You know that's you
Murmurs of infinite condemnation
Voices of endless chiding
Screams of an infernal scratching
I don't want to be who I was back then...
Haha I've come to bring you freedom, let you be honest, let you be me
Can't you see?
I've come to take what's mine
Cough, cough, it's dizzying, I see blood, I feel blood, I lose blood
Ground... thud... voices
tears...screams...tears
murmurs...ha nds...blood
Unlovable
scream
Scream
SCREAM
Still small voice
Whisper, no
Whisper, I am here now because of My love, and it's real
It echoes more than voices, rings stronger than screams,
Louder than murmurs, truer than the lies
And stronger than you...
But you... but this, I tried to be someone else, but I am you
You're right, because that is me
It may always be
THIS is who I really am
Whisper, let's do it together, you know who I really am
I can't, not even with you!
Whisper, I can, even with you
Know I love you, let Me heal you so you can be who you really are
This is who I really am inside
Maybe who I was back then is a part of me, that does hide
Maybe that man will never pass away
Maybe he shall continue under the delusion of what is fey
But that identity is false
That identity is a travesty of who I am, a farce
In the end I am him, but this is me.
poem by David Knox
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