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SMN Dec 2014
you see,
that’s the problem
with being the strong one
who always offers others
a hand
everyone thinks that you
don’t need a hand and
they think you have lots
of surplus energy and no
worries

*(s.m)
Ofelia Oct 2017
I came to this lonely place to think of you
The memories flowed to my mind
Aching my heart, making it blue.
The pain made me blind.

But I still crave for you,
Desperately patting my surroundings
In the search of you,
Of the touch of your wings

The soft wings of yours
Were all that matters
To save my bleeding heart
From ripping itself apart
Commission
Shadow Dragon Oct 2018
Diamond shaped hearts
cracking into two
forming elegant earings
for you to wear
once the reaper comes
and invites you down.
Just like beauty hurts,
so does love.
ryn Aug 2014
I love you much with every ounce this heart could muster
I love you such yours is what my heart's trailing after
I'd love your touch even if it'll cause me shatter
Into a million shards yet still it does not matter
A mere breath and you will meld me back together
With every shatter and every meld makes me stronger
It's bitter sweet but I'd do it over and over
Alyssa Underwood Jun 2016
O darkest night, what are you for?
Sometimes to wrestle, sometimes to rest
But always to cling to Jesus more

Though senses are dulled, desires awaken
Aching grows stronger, inhibitions are taken
Less seeing, less hearing, more hunger, more longing
Answers are dimming while questions are thronging

More drilling, more filling
The canyons of my soul
More boring, more pouring
Himself into the hole
More stretching, more catching
Away my gasping breath
More tearing, more sharing
In the union of His death
"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them *******, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ--the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."  
~ Philippians 3:7-14

~~~
lovelywildflower Oct 2018
i can almost feel you holding me and it leaves me aching when i realize you're not here with me.
Salmabanu Hatim Aug 2018
Pain is subjective,
Physical and emotional,
Pain can be:
Dull,pins and needles,
Aching,cramping,stabbing,
Burning,tingling, shooting.
Pain can cause:
Fear,stress ,anxiety and even depression.
Pain is what an individual patient experiences  and feels,
No one can suffer your pain for you,
Others can only sympathize  or pray for you.
Ilunga Mutombo Jul 2018
Aching bones, morning soreness
Hit the alarm, ignore the snooze
5 am my body aches, it begs for sleep
I must continue, fight this pain
Even when it hurts I must find a way
This pain I must get through

Set after set
I lift metal, jump hurdles, curl bells,
Aching bones speak to me
begging me to give up
Ignore that last set, try again tomorrow

Here I go, knees shaking, back aching, palms sweating, fingers swollen, head spinning
I lift that last set because I am a warrior, a soldier, a fighter and not a quitter
Robin Lemmen Oct 2018
Now when we are together
There is familiarity in your eyes
Our bodies like magnets
But our hearts no longer align
And every small difference
Between our definitions
Of wrong and right
Of care and love
Screams louder than memories
Making me wish I somehow
No longer knew you
And we were strangers again
But the thing is
You always find my calm
Still my ever aching mind
Hold on tight
Let me go all at the same time
I am not sure which is better
What would be a kinder farewell
But I anticipate that this time
You and I
Any and all concepts of us
Has settled for a silent last breathe


Goodbye, our time has come.
Meditating in the carnage,
my core's cyanide became
warm milk before bed. My carcass
coexisted in inconsistent comfort, that
safety untouched like internal feelings.
Unstable caramelized eyes watered down to a
wary hazelnut from lack of love, the way the
phone screen glows white to gray at 4 AM.
Aching in agony; I haven't found a person
to care for the poison within me-
I love using metaphors, similes, etc for poems.... This one took an odd turn...
All feedback is welcome!
Matterhorn Feb 23
“Read my poetry,”
I say daily;
I hope that some day
You will do so,
And that then you may know my heart:

For you, and only you,
It beats within my breast.
Every waking moment it aches—
Yearns!—
For you, and yet there may be no peace,
No cessation to this injury;
Perhaps you have chosen another,
Or perhaps it is simply not meant to be.
Regardless, my heart remains
Forever yours, forever broken.
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2019
Delaney Feb 2
the tears in your eyes weren’t meant for you.
that aching isn’t yours.
give me back the pain that belonged to me,
you weren’t the one I was trying to hurt.

-how you affect others.
you may think you're only hurting yourself, even if you're doing things that solely affect your body. the truth is... when the truth gets out about how you hurt yourself... your friends and family and the people in your life will be hurt because they care so much for you and all that you are made of. if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the ones you love the most. either way, you can do it. <3
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
O darkest night, what are you for?
Sometimes to wrestle, sometimes to rest
But always to cling to Jesus more

Though senses are dulled, desires awaken
Aching grows stronger, inhibitions are taken
Less seeing, less hearing, more hunger, more longing
Answers are dimming while questions are thronging

More drilling, more filling
The canyons of my soul
More boring, more pouring
Himself into the hole
More stretching, more catching
Away my gasping breath
More tearing, more sharing
In the union of His death
"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them *******, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ--the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead."  Philippians 3:7-11
Spooky Babe Feb 27
The rain came at a perfect time
We’re mourning the loss of my heart
It all just happened yesterday
So let me use this for my art

I wish this wasn’t my reality
But unfortunately I’m wide awake
No matter how hard I pinch myself
I’m forced to accept it’s not fake

That **** you did
What I never thought you do
I thought I’d **** up like this
But I was wrong cuz turns out it’s you

To know you’ve just been touched
By someone other than me
Honestly hits me in my soul
Because you couldn’t just wait patiently?

It was only a few days apart
How badly was the desire?
I thought she was “******” girl
But clearly you’re a ******* liar

I hate that this is my life
And now I’m forced to face it
No matter how much I wasn’t ready
Maybe we just should call it quits

Those words, together **** me
Its a hard pill to swallow
But I don’t know what else to do
I guess I’ll move on and just wallow
My love for you has...
Feb. 14 2019
For you and only you
Chris Neilson Apr 2016
Longing for the taste of a new lover's lips
gazing upon their silhouette as they undress
craving the scent of their freshly showered skin
aching for the touch of their gentle caress

Hearing their partner's key in the door
I hope you didn't expect that!
when swimming with dolphins
lost phase, depth of oceans

recurrence of persuasion
the cavities erosion
a pragmatic extension, the neural hyper tension

grace the evening
split precision aching
remedies for aging



repetition
of the alkaline waste
English Jam Apr 2018
This desolate road seems forever long
And my worn feet will carry me through the ruin
All alone, but if you had heard my song
You might just understand why I’m doing
Maybe I’m the strongest person of us all
Maybe you’re used to me being alone
But that doesn’t mean that when I take a fall
I can survive, live on my own

Noticing someone else’s suffering is hard
Wrapped up in your troubles, with an aching heart
But if you open your eyes, you’ll see a man apart
If you can call me a man, I guess

Walking round with an unchanged expression
Ducking and keeping away from the deed
You might think it’s all to get attention
And you’re right, but that’s what I need
I knew a group of people whom my heart held dear
I loved them, and I love them still
But they weren’t there for me in my time of fear
Now I’m not gonna bend my will

How many days of quiet can I keep?
How hard will the blade into my mind seep?
How long can I hide away and weep?
Before you realise I’m not at best

So it’s time to say fare thee well
Don’t know where I’m strolling in my daze to
Just gonna follow my path down the well
See if it’s someplace new
So I’ve thought it through and through again
No pleading will make me change my head
Maybe, before, if I had a friend
But now, it’s too late to hear what I’ve said

The love I have for you will always burn
But my back’s to you, and I’ll always turn
If you haven’t figured it out, you’ll never learn
I want a hug, but I’m drowning in my sleepiness
sara Jun 2018
I'm transparent like a window
but I'm prone to keeping curtains closed
to cover up my youthful,
aching, ***** soul.

I used to be promiscuous;
my essence on my sleeve.
a charming laugh; a crystal glass
from which many a fool drew drink.

A chalice of life;
warm like cinnamon wine,
soft like angel's delight.
Beheld by every eye.

But it never felt right;
I was smoke off a fire,
yet still smouldering coal.
Just a young, beautiful

byproduct of desire.
There's no smoke without fire.
Although, I tried to fan it cool;
the flames ran only wilder.

But as the old wind blows, it seems
a withered tree still grows new leaves.
A dandelion spreads its seeds
but they lie far away from me.

Now, I move transcluently-
ultraviolet invisible ink-
I speak in soothing whispers;
they travel further than you'd think.
Iridescence is things seemingly changing colour on their own- I think we all have the power to grow and move away from our pasts.

I love how fire is a destructive yet cleansing force.
cursedreveries Aug 2018
for Amore, the inamorata,
here's a song for the virtuosa
who made me go toccata.

love, for i am no stranger
to the thorns of roses
put me in danger
with your kisses.

love, for i am no freshman
in this school of love
take my hand to your van,
fly me high like a dove.

darling, this is not plain pain
call me absolutely pathetic,
yet the pain's polychromatic,
psychedelic.

rolling in my old Mustang,
i can't help but trying to save
the bittersweet yet lovely tang
of you, and your love.

got me head over heels,
got me down on my knees,
Amore, i beg you please
heal this ache, put me in bliss.
tried a new style of writing. lots of cheese poured into it. tell me what you think.
Sketcher Dec 2018
Frightful ******* aching feeling,
Fleetly filling till' it's full,
Soon to smack the central ceiling,
When she pushes, then I will pull,
Pull her right back into my arms,
That is right where she's meant to be,
Metaphorically, so no harm,
Will ever come to her or me,
Avoidance will heal,
Getting closer helps,
Avoidance will hurt,
Getting closer pains,
Duality exists,
And life persists,
Always a good side and a bad side,
And life goes, so live, I insist.
harlee kae Jul 2014
there's ant bites
on the backs of my legs
from sitting with you
at the pond,
and dipping our toes in the water
for the baby leeches morning snack.
and the bites are throbbing
in time with my heart,
which aches for your presence.
and my aching heart
is a nice accompaniment
for the aching between my legs.
which longs to be filled with you.
like i was yesterday.
*but that was yesterday.
Cné May 2017
Her shadow
Washed in sin, covered in blood
Oh, what a sad little dove
Festering secrets, slathered in shame
Purity poisoned, life to blame
Born unwanted, a mother denies
Behind the shadow of our eyes

His shadow
In dynamics
Of dysfunctional dismay
Lost in secret family shame
These emotional contacts delay
That we carry 'til the end of our days
Cast in stone, in foundation of lies
All these shadows behind our eyes

Her pain
Painful memories of long ago
Though, I know, I must let go
Triggers upon the aching scars
That burns within an injured heart
Full of fear, in the wake of lies
All behind the shadow of our eyes

His pain
An unending twitch
The fast fading smile
The ever bleeding heart
Of a broken lost child
Carrying stones up endless hills
All these issue we're forced to feel
And stuff them down, way down inside
Behind the shadow of our eyes

Her darkness
Hidden is a blacken variant
Attached with unbreakable sealant
Of life's destiny, from the gods
Concealed amid, evolved facades
A mind, compartmentalized
Behind the shadow of our eyes

His darkness**
Desensitized to life, empathy left poor
Bottomless abyss where my spirit now soars
Love is a dream in my abandoned role
The pieces won't fit my wandering soul....

The window to a soul hides
Behind the Shadow of our Eyes
Sharing shadows with Traveler
erika Feb 19
you said
you were surprised,
the first time we met,
that i didn't find you alarming,
and flee.
sweet boy.
after you shake
the devil's hand,
hug him even,
everything else
seems manageable.
maybe it's masochism,
or maybe just trauma,
but sometimes
i even miss
that old dog Lucifer.
you said you do, too.
we're all broken,
aching pieces on
the inside.
it seems as though
people miss being hurt.
when you told me
to close my eyes,
i wasn't sure
whether you'd kiss me or
stab me in the chest, and
although i was glad
to feel your lips,
i wouldn't have minded
if it was your knife,
either.
Lizzy Sep 2014
Shrink yourself
Oh she's fading away
Hold her bones together
As the movies play

When a diet becomes an addiction
I felt myself give in
My mind was hooked on these
Skinny thoughts

Bones dance in my dreams
And I couldn't be shaken awake
Yes I'll be skinny like the others
Beautiful like I want

But there's nothing beautiful
About your hair falling out
And passing out and hitting your head
And freezing in the summer
And constantly falling asleep

There's nothing cute about
***** in your hair
And on your clothes
****** noses
And aching bones

Nothing glamorous behind that bathroom door
Just a ****** girl
With her head stuck half way down the pipes
THOUGH YOUR HEART IS ACHING

My father is mending my sole.

Slaps it up on the last and
with tacks between lips

begins humming Chaplin's
theme from LIMELIGHT.

Even the sunlight
pauses to listen.

The rhythm of the tacks
his only accompaniment

as he de de das and
the music enters my soul.

Now in his dying
far from that sunny time

I hum it back to him
in my mind.

"De de de de da!"
I tell him

as the music soars
and we are enclosed

once again in that one
perfect moment

where not even Death
can enter.
***

When I was visiting my friend Gerry Sweeney during my Da's illness he would always be singing or humming or whistling either ;Chaplin's SMILE or THIS IS MY SONG.... He wasn't to know that my Da would always sing these )to me as a small boy. It was his philosophy for living!

Gerry has a way of reaching into my unconsciousness and coming up with little bits of my past.

So it set me to remembering my Da mending my shoe to Chaplin's "Terry's Theme" from his 1952 movie LIMELIGHT which later would acquire words an become ETERNALLY.

I prefer it as an instrumental and my favourite version is always this unseen/unheard version( visible only to me ) of my Da with a mouthful of tacks putting down this layer of love for Charlie and his music

In the hospital I had to indeed smile though my heart was aching and I sang the LIMELIGHT theme back to him one last time.


When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love  Marcus Aurelius
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