"painfull" poems
Take me by the hand
And lead me to
The violet Jacaranda tree
Where she took your
Heart and whispered
Sweet words into your ear.
You were afraid to come
Back here and show
Others the hurt
Some little girl has brought
Upon you.
She spoke no truth
When she left you with
Simple but painfull words
That ran through your
Mind at night.
Take me by the hand
And lead me to
The Cherry Blossom tree
Where you first fell in love
With me.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
carving a few simple words into her memory
a whisper of hair drifts over her face
eyes shut she waits for the cold crisp dawn
the candle distracts
and weaves it own tale
soft with smoke and mystery
night disburses
and the redhead across the hall comes tapping
naked and sweating
looking to cop a fresh spike
my girl makes her wait in the hall
"rude" she whispers over and over
our days here are fleeting
soon to escape this motel
and its rodent festival
to the great sunshine
never snows
quiet destitution creeps in with breakfast
and lay in the corner with a soft sigh
down in my mind i want to sleep
but its nearly time to wait
for the mexicans at quality hill
with two $20's in my claw
I am not yet ready to write the words
that would seal our fate and close this painfull day
that poem is within me
it drives me out into the bright sunlight
and the redhead follows trying to make nice
and i know its dope game logic that drives her
i know i could get my girl to bed her
a ********* would be tasty
umm that thought keeps me warm
while waiting on the mexicans
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Be humble in word. And deed after all we all are constantantly in need.
The journey up can
be painfull or dizzying or tangled. Life hands out no rain checks.
Be patient in thought and motion.
Try a 5 count. Breath deeply. Think neutral.
Be humble in word and deed. Try carresing the soul. Yours and all.
Remember well that pride goeth before a fall.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 11:55 PM UTC
When weak people tease
You see as people go about every day life, they push people around a lot and also another thing they do as well, you see mate is try and tease in a way to make people jitter and even if they might not look like they don't know how to tease, they are teasing they are trying to bring all their friends together and tease them, and they are trying to tease the little shy boy, even if that they are little shy boys anyway, because at least I have a life and I want to be rich and famous, while people are trying to tease in so many ways, like one way they are prepared to say shut up **** every time he says something and when he goes on the computer, he can hear his dad saying be a little teasie, because his dad said that he us shy and some young hooligans said we'll kidnap him to tease him, even if they are trying to make him jitter, even if they are as weak as ****** **** you see people should do volunteer work and do are had write poems and be cool, while my dad is saying your still either a kid or a lady and my new mate is teasing me with his friends, first he invites me over, so he can be helped by me and then he invitesj some other mentally ill people over and started to tease me with his friends because he is saying that your still a little shy boy, and he will say that he ain't shy to complain about work and remain poor, just as
Long as he has his fun teasing, and he says that that you are still a defensive little **** and you know you need to realise that I ain't shy to tease you buddy, I will drink alcohol over you and then I will go to pub and have a few alcoholic beverages avd say that you are still getting teased even if it makes him look like a ****** geek, and only geeks tease like that anyway, because they try to tease in so many ways and even if they are little geeky kids, they try and avoid being treated like a geek by saying that they are a teasing but the thing is whether they are teasing or not, they are still a pack of geeks and they will all die long and painfull deaths, and they aren't really cool but they will say that they are teasing to avoid getting teased themselves, they are all a pack of shy ***** who really aren't coping with life very well, so they try and tesse, and that is the end of another instalment
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
he truth about divorce:
it's not glamorous
it's not uplifting or enabling
it's not fair
it's not pretty
it's not enlightening
it's not comforting
it's not romantic
it's ugly
it's painfull
it's destructive
it's morally debilitating
it's lonely
it's dream destroying
it's mascochistic
the hands that carried you to the altar,
turns into pointing fingers of accusations.
the promises you made,
turns into regrets.
the rings that bound your love,
becomes shackles of hate.
there is nothing about divorce that makes me feel any better.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 10:59 PM UTC
To my dear son, Boaz in distant Idaho,
Saturday nite, the whole of New Zealand waited in apprehension for the All Blacks rugy team to play the resurgent Wallabys @ Fortress Eden Park.
The previous week at Suncorp Stadium in Sydney, in driving rain, the All Blacks muddled through a painfull draw with the Wallabys, 12 points each with no tries.
The Wallabys had fancied their chances and had wanted an emphatic win on home soil.
Both teams took that score as a loss and the gauntlet was thrown for the second match…..
A brilliant evening, clear and fine , 50,000 people crushed in to Eden Park and you could feel the apprehension, the rest of the country sat in front of their TV willing the team on.
The Haka was given a brutal rendition, you could feel the determination, the passion emanating….the Ozzies glared their defiance back…it was all on!
10 minutes into a titanic struggle with the score three all Captain Ritchie McCaw had a brain fade and was yellow carded off for ten minutes by the French referee.
The crowd roared…then murmured their worry like you’ve never heard before.
The Ozzies mustered a huge scrum which the All Blacks countered with one man down…. The counter ****** pushed the Australian scrum back 15 ft.
Every man in New Zealand was on his feet roaring, you could feel the spirit of nationalism soaring….the moment was a watershed.
The All Blacks counterattacked showing a brilliance in attack and defence we have not seen for years… and from that moment on the game was won.
Final score 51:20 The Bledisloe Cup was ours.
As the match finished the TV camera panned across the solidly black clad crowd…. I have never, ever in my life, seen so many, simultaneous, sets of white teeth grinning!
The trip home to Australia would have been… a very subdued affair.
Thought I should share this marvellous moment with you Boaz.
Luv Dad.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
One must believe in something be he misanthrope or gambler
In tomorrows omnicience or the future proof of God
The penance in a drunk's decay sets self destruct's imposer
Wether speakerphone's on disconnect or cellphone's in the bog.
Conveyance of a threat to adherants of St Selfwise
Show athiest's are proof here, in belief of disbelief,
Haunted by the images painting painfull retribution
Picture sympathetic **** star's allocated hand relief.
A moments allocation of a syllogist abstraction
Shows perspective of the calibre we now reserve for Saints
A paradox regarded as autistic fascination
In a one act play of living disregarding all restraints.
Deliberately indicative of fraternal heat's expression
Notebook at the ready and deep frowning at the brow,
Question definition's collage of confusion's contribution
Do we sit it out pretending or just catch the late bus now?
Marshalg
13 February 2014
© 2014 Marshal Gebbie
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Rocks in my apartment,
I don't clean.
You see, the fluffy pillows
host a party tonight,
seems like all my enemies
are invite.
There's blood in the floor, indeed.
Music captures the shaky windows,
curtains dancing in the backround,
tragedy hits the door
right from the shadows.
I don't want to be here.
Listening is painfull,
watching gets knives in my lungs,
the guests are laughing on me.
Anxiety says hi.
The house shouts "Welcome",
please,
I only need sadness for my art.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
Sitting bored and listless
With chin in my hand
I gazed the night sky..
Just when my heart lets out a cry with a painfull eye...
I see the magnificent crystalline stars...
Of a past filled with scars..
Fade into the dark hues of deep blue
My heart and mind argue..
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:17 AM UTC
Her friends call her Nancy,
as long as it's not a name given by him..
He always called her Jeanny,
when he clipped away her wings.
He found Jeanny on the streat,
when she was just a child...
Nobody knew the painfull past
behind Jeannys broken smile.
He hurt Jeanny,and kept her locked,
never to get outside,
she made Jeanny beg for her life.
until he broke her mind.
Jeanny stabbed him 20 times,
then she cut away all off his limbs.
But late at night she still hears his voice,
"come Jeanny ,i need to cut your wings"
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
Love.
Love is wonderfull.
Love is painfull.
Love is strange.
Love blind you.
Love is rare.
Love is everywhere .
Love makes you forget.
Love makes you forgive.
Love makes you smile and laught
Love makes you cry.
Love is true.
Love is fake.
Love is you.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
Departed is my soul
from its body,
undersand I do not......
Lost I am
not knowing my true tradition
confused I am about my genes
well,im made of genes of two people
yet im only sure about one person.
Abandoned I have been.....
your presence I do not know
your voice I cant trace
hence I only heard it then and you disapeared
even your ****** appearance I can not spot
painfull it gets for every reason
in every season. Never do I get that conditional love
since your presence lacks at every condition
pity I cried till my eyes fell off
searched everywhere I did till I felt
There is no use
your love is everything I've ever crave for
But the indefinable opposite is all I've ever got
short of words I am
Describe you I can not
cause I know nothing about you
fatherless I feel
yet I have a father
even though everything proves I'm fatherless
I still do have a father
Little is my faith
that ill ever know you
im lost and you know it
but never do you try to find me
even though you brought me into this world
I still feel im in a different world from yours
im lost and you.......
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
she was fooled
she was missunderstood
she was betrayed
they filled her life with tears and hatred
teras ran down her cheeks like a river
yet there wasnt anyone to stop that pain full river
the meaningless words of other
pricked her heart like fragment of a broken mirror
she walked down the street alone
holding her head down to the ground
as she walked a drop of blood fell from her heart
teras poured from her eyes like a rain
but the people around enjoyed the crumbling pain
no longer could she remain with the painfull past
as her last tear rolled down her cheek
she prayed "let me the last"
and she past away from her painfull life
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
A diary filled with dark pages
A diary filled with painfull emotions.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue
Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow
True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint
Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts
And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Your death isn't painfull
No linger to ones hurt
It comes and leaves you senseless
It's really awfully cute
See its nothing more than toothache
A hindrance of mankind
Like dead leg of your body
Screaming comes to mind
Let pain be left to others
A will you'll never hear
Missing smiles and laugh a lots
It's gone all nots to fear
So face your fears in waters breath
There's nothing to be scared
The pain is all for others mind
Unless you sing out loud
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
Start a new, dreams in dew, I run to you.
Whisp away, fields for hay, I run to stay.
Stay away, there you find, bitter emotions fray.
Step away a piece, look long back, may wonders never ciece.
Things can change, rarely do and still I run to you.
Still I stay, never stray, never did I lay another down.
Forgive forget but I can not, my human side is cuaght.
Fight I still, battles raged, for controle inside myself.
Everything to the surface, bubbles from the deep.
Memories, still not faded, where painfull things I keep.
So this new thing, the wound it bleeds,
but I did it to myself. Now for the heeling, to start it all again.
To start it fresh, to start it new, to write what has yet to be lived.
In the end I do what I do and I continue to Love you. As much now, even more than then, than I ever have, your my best friend. I cant get you from my head, cause of all the things youve said. I think about the me in you and remember that you love me too. I think about the you in me and remember that I love who I see. I remember how I said hello. Where we'd go, we didnt know. We didnt care. I think about you every day, your steeling a piece of my heart away.
Give it back or keep it from me, my stolen piece of heart. Bleeding out all the love follow it to me, for your own eyes to see. All the love it followed you, rite to wear you keep me too. Another one for you to savor, so you dont forget the love is from the pieces of my heart.
I gave it away and there youll stay till my dying breath.
Dont forget who gave it to you that last piece that you have. Im here for you if your ready. I promise, safe and steady...
Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
Je me baladais
hasardeuse
et soudain
dans la vitre
je ne l'ai pas reconnue.
Qu'il m'a fait mal
de voir ses yeux cernés,
ses gestes suspendus
par une hésitation mortelle.
Un mot à elle
suffirait à allumer
des orages,
son rire
à éclabousser les murs,
l'étendre de ses mains
à changer les routes.
Pourquoi
elle tait sa voix
et tâtonne, sombre,
l'ombre de soi-même?
Ne se méconnaît-elle pas,
en se regardant
dans cette vitre?
~~~
The stranger
I was walking
haphazardly
and, all of a sudden,
on the window glass,
I did not recognize her.
How painfull it was
to see the dark circles in her eyes,
her gesture held
by a deadly hesitance.
A word from her
would light up storms,
her laughter
would make walls crumble,
a movement of her hands
would change all the roads.
Why does she silent
her voice
and gropes, groomy,
her own shadow?
Can she be unknown to herself,
looking at herself
in this window glass?
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
*These tears
Speak pain
And
This pen
Bleeds agony
Painting
My journal
With painfull
Colours
I dont know
Whats happening
To us
I couldnt Sleep
Last night
Knowing you're
Angry at me,
Couldnt even
Pick up
The phone
To call you
Because
I dont know
Where
To begin
Or how to explain
Myself,
The pain
Of sleeping
Without
Hearing that sweet
voice of yours
Is just unbearable,
I really dont
Remember
What happened
The night
Before yesterday,
I had too many
Drinks,
I just rember
Us arguing
Over the phone,
I wont even
Tell you
How the argument
Started,
Fingers were
Pointing
Opposite directions,
Agonizing Words
Were uttered,
It was accusations
Left, right
And centre
I know
It wasnt me
Speaking
Bu the alcohol,
Not that im putting
The blame
On alcohol
For my uncalled for
Beahvior,
I just took
Too much
That it started
Controlling me
And
My behavior,
I never thought
My words
Would pierce
Sharper
Than a needle,
Accusing you
Of cheating
When
Im the one
Who broke
Your
Trust and loyalt,
I thouht i saw
The signs
I saw in me
When i started
Cheating
Reflecting
In you
And I was wrong,
Thats what happens
When one cheats,
They start
Suspecting
The other
Of cheating
Whenever they notice
Something different.
What im trying
To say is I opposed
Pain to you
Knowing not
It would do me
More harm,
I know I did you wrong
And accept full
Blame
For everything
Happening
Between us,
Involving myself
With her
Made me
Realise
My survival
Depends on you
And
My soul feeds
On your love,
Your'e
Like the Air
I breath
And
I can not go
Another day
Without you.
Down
On my knees
Unworthy
Of your forgiveness
But I beg
For your forgiveness
I love yo
And
I miss you
Will you forgive me ?*
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
**I spent all my days and nights,
Either with you or in my dreams.
But I'm sorry you didn't felt that,
Neither you heard my heart's painfull screams.
Just in a sec you said to me
"No more, we can't be together."
You just left an uncurable wound,
On my Heart forever.
It really hurts a lot and I am dieing,
Searching for you again.
I need your Love and that essence of yours,
To cure inside and outside pains.
The time did took all my pains,
But it couldn't take away the marks.
The marks that you just left on me,
And left me alone in the dark.
But I succeed the test of time,
Forgetting all the pain and wrath,
I take take you as lesson to me,
And you will never see me on your path.
If by luck, I meet you somewhere,
On the intersecting road of Life,
I will thank you because of you today,
I am happy and am able to strive.**
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
I think that i'm almost dead.
Sometimes i feel nothing
no love,no exciteness, no happiness
only rage and pain.
And when i'm close my eyes i see
a different world, a different life, a different sun, a different me.
Because the only thing that we wont is love....
we are humans and we need to be loved.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
I feel powerless
the sorrow covered me
I feel the agony
takes over me.
My heart is tearing apart
its so painfull and so hard
I am depressive...
Hopeless I swim in sadness
I want to run away
from this madness.
I feel like a looser
without faith and hope
without ambition and love.
I am scared
I am screaming for help
I am hidding my self
from this world
and this place
to be alone by myself
Only river of tears
burning soul full of fear
and I try to push away
and it hurts me all the way.
And this little spark of hope
searching always
because I am lost.
But maybe one day
not so far away
the sun will shine for me
and I will be ok
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC