Scars of the ego.
The fall of the leaf is the scar of the tree.
The scar indicates the tree’s seasoned strength.
The loss of the love is the scar of the ego.
The scar reminds the ego of its worth
23.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Old scar, new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
Old scar on the hand
New scar on the head
Same pain, different trouble
First came shock
Then hurt became blue
Blue’s gone leaving scar
Old scar, white scar
New scar, hidden well
When morning’s gone, nights always come
Craving old scar, leaving new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Thick skins
A scar for the scar is bravery.
To ignore a scar is chivalry.
To forgive it is exemplary.
Then, you must have a thick skin
To be branded a coward.
30.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Scar
There is a scar that marks me now
that will not go away
It will be my constant reminder
of how I let you play
upon my heartstrings that were taut
tightly stretched upon my breast
plucked by fingers that I loved
that now are put to rest
But I will endure this marking
and I will endure the pain
For dreams can dwindle slowly
though the scar will ere remain
The slackened strings will not vibrate
They will become quite still
The even breathing will return
but the scar's the bitter pill
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Scar
A grey day in February
Some flecks of white, but mostly brown
Purple surprises riding in on a nerve
Begins to excite you before it settles down
It's after the knives and the sutures and needles
I'm left with an arrow that points at my heart
I call it the seat of my sentimental sorrow
Gone seems to be one of the sum of my parts
And the night is cold
As the coldest nights are
There's a wise woman
She comes from an evening star
She says: Look for the signs
You won't have to look far
Lead with your spirit and follow
Follow your scar
A man I knew once said he wanted to see me
I said I'd been sick but was on the mend
I told him a few of the overall details
He said: That's too bad
And he's never called me again
What a gift in disguise that poor little puppy
So scared of misfortune and always on guard
A big man will love you
Even more when you're hurtin'
And a really big man
Loves a really good scar
Cause the dawn breaks
And it's breaking your heart
There's a wise woman
She sits at the end of the bar
She says: Look for the signs
You won't have to look far
Lead with your spirit and follow
Follow your scar
A grey day in February
Some flecks of white, but mostly brown
The world has tilted but
The world has expanded
And the world has turned
My world upside down
Cause the night is warm and all full of stars
There's a wise woman
She's moved right into my heart
She says: Look for the signs
You won't have to look far
Lead with your spirit and follow
Follow
Follow your scar
English translation of Gaelic:
Run with the red deer
And sing with the wind
The magic lasts
And meaning will follow
The scar is God given
As a sign for your life
Strength from your ancestors
And through your own mouth
Strength from memory
Like a tree on the wind
Show me your scar
And I will make it better
song performed by by Carly Simon
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What matters is this: you can look at a scar and see hurt, or you can look at a scar and see healing. Try to understand.
Sherri Reynolds in A Gracious Plenty
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Under Scorned and Surprised Prying Eyes
For years what was done,
Was done in their faces.
All of it done that way.
Like branches extended from a tree...
With each leaf examined.
Each look was allowed a closeup.
Every annoying touch was endured.
Some even snatched twigs off to use...
To mock and abuse the growth.
In hopes the wounds would scar!
And so they did,
Scar!
With bitter pain felt,
And buried underneath thick skin!
The cries were kept within!
And at the end of sacrifices known...
A greatness reaped from sorrows sewn,
Was revealed to show a brilliant luster!
Glowing from a light,
Illuminating bright from inside.
Sharing a radiance denied yet sparkling.
But still,
Unbelieved!
And what was done...
Had occurred under,
Scorned and surprised prying eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I probably carry more scar tissue on my derrire than any other candidate-that's political scar tissue.
quote by Alexander Meigs Haig
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Depression
Oh horid ways of emotions.
All actions tryed are of no use.
All actions acted are usless.
No matter the action its all in vain.
I cant go anywhere
Running is usless and of no point.
I cant go no where.
Even if the option were open.
Oh depression horrible depression
Hold me back ever more
Pin me down with the force of your grace.
Depression my one true friend.
A sad dark and lonely place.
Sit upon the walls.
Its so sad and vacant.
Vacant like my happy days.
Depression takes me
More and more each day.
Feeding on my sadness.
This is an everelasting scar
A scar not to heal
A scar not to mend.
It will bring me to my end
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Sign It!
Interesting....but can you empathize do you know
what that means to show
your scar
to not have a star
its quite hard to understand its ok
its ok for just one more day
maybe maybe but how fey?
fey this world has become to show a scar at all
could mean the inability to ever stand tall
and may lead to death so we should?
not to right?
i dont think so time to hold up blades and keep armor tight!
let no one in......or do we?
poem by David Knox
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Scar
love is a scar...
a quiver of the lip
that no one sees...
a moment of lostness
you cant regain...
is an avalanche,
a hurricane, an
unnamed tear...
a moment of softness...
the rage of anger.
love is a swagger,
a limp, a dance, a curse.
the taste of lips washed
away by the rain...
love is a reason,
is madness, a hunger
that cant be fed...
love is a scar...
with your name...
written on it for
the world to see!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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True Love Leaves No Traces
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Through windows in the dark
The children come, the children go
Like arrows with no target
Like shackles made of snow
Chorus
True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
Its lost in our embraces
Like stars agains the sun
As a falling leaf may rest
A moment on the air
So your head upon my breast
So my hand upon your hair
And many nights endure
Without a moon or star
So will we endure
When one is gone and far
Chorus
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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A Memory
my white hair
always speak of you
it is your beauty
that it brags
to my forehead
whose furrows
lead me to a pond
of sweet memories
the ripples there
speak of the rain
and the rain sings
about this pain
the pain shows me
a scar
the scar remembers
the wound
that you inflicted
and i was that man
who believed
that once love existed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Long Scar
The scar on my leg
Was once very painful
It runs the length of my leg
I never shed a tear
It was so hard to hold it all back
But now that its a scar
I don't look at it
Now that I notice it again
The memory is just a memory
I don't even remember the pain
I don't remember how I felt
I know it hurt but that's all
But I do remember how it happened.
That Ill never forget...
poem by Lizzy Henry
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Scar
i could hang around
you could let me down again
but it's killing me
i can't waste a sound again
you'll break me if you can
you'll break me if you can
[chorus:]
drag me down again
it's hard to be your scar
a frozen satellite
you never got that far
it's hard to be your scar
be cool like you
every sorry lie
i can't live that down no
so you'll wait and see
i'm caught between the seam and me
you'll break me if you can
you'll break me
song performed by by American Hi-Fi from American Hi-Fi
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Killing Trees
Ev'rytime I write, my pen chops a tree,
Hacking it down with an ink-blotted blade.
I see it bleed in black as my thoughts seize
My hand and slice into the bark and shade.
I split the tree of its epidermis,
Shaving the skin off to maybe reveal
All the growth rings and perhaps their purpose—
Though I scar its stem where it cannot heal.
I take the flayed peelings and uncover
The tree's inner feelings the more I press.
Further I go, further I discover
I can cut through all deep-rooted distress
Because I am the tree, tall and sturdy,
And I will fall by my saw when ready.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Silver star
Winter devours
Green leaves from my hand
Withering and fades
The flowers colors
The moon hung
Half way in the horizon
Frowning down
At the frozen ground
A passage to the future
Of snow and perilous winds
Where silence seals
In its sounds
The ringing of the brass bell
Echos oft to far
The healing of Scar on scar
God gave us
His silver star.
poem by Howard Johnson
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A Scar On My Heart
With every scar, behind it is a story
a scar on my heart, it speaks of heart ache
a true murder of my love, heart break.
scars heal-yes, but fade-they do not,
a reminder that will be with me,
that tells a story that pains for eternity.
i had gaven you my heart, a beautiful piece of me,
your decision...to puncture it, a deep hole i need to fill,
my tarnished heart-you gave back, inside hurting until.
poem by Careema Cooper
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Good Sister/bad Sister
Good sister bad sister
Better burn that dress sister
Scar tissue blood blister
Suck upon the dregs sister whoa
I try but I cant and I want to so bad and
Good sister bad sister
Your different from the rest sister
Choke strangle rip kiss her
Sell me down the river sister whoa
I try but I cant and I want to so bad and
I try and I try and I try and
Cmere and sit down just for a sec please just when your done
You choking on big black bloody mouthfulls of it
Pet me and I am your dog descent
Your choking on your candy flesh
Ill be the biggest scar in your back
Run down it jagged and make it back
Ill be the biggest dick that you ever had
Hey want it back you want it back you want it
Good sister bad sister
Better tell me what you want sister
Never wash your back sister
Even you cannot resist her whoa
I try but I cant and I want to so bad and
I try and I try
She comes to crucify all this earlies
And sugar comes from her other race
Ill be the biggest scar
Run down and jagged and make it a bly
Ill be the biggest star in your sky
You want it back you want it back you want it back
She is incredulous
Choking on her candy flesh
Ill be the biggest scar in your back
Run down and jagged and make it back
Ill be the biggest dick that you ever had
You want it back you want it back you want it back
song performed by by Hole
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The touch
I will see you standing there
With that smile upon your face
And the twisted way your face looks
I would always no what was coming next.
I see you all the time
I just want to run and hide
Im so paranoid these days
I cant tell paranioa from reality.
Its the mark you left
An insvisible scar.
You really messed with my head.
How can you go hurting people?
What the hell gives you the right?
Dont you even care?
The touch will never go away
You touched me in a way
That I didnt want you to
Its the touch you left
Like an invisible scar
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XII
She was a little woman dressed in black,
Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air,
Her face and figure hidden in a sacque,
All but her eyes and forehead and dark hair.
Her brow was pale, but it was lit with light,
And mirth flashed out of it, it seemed in rays.
A childish face, but wise with woman's wit,
And something, too, pathetic in its gaze.
In the bare dusk of that unseemly place
I noted all, and this besides, a scar
Which on her cheek had left a paler trace.
It seemed to tell its tale of love and war.
That little scar! Doubt whispered of this one,
Boy as I was, she had not lived a nun.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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