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[_Sammy_]

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[_Sammy_]

We learn from our mistakes,
From the wrong turns we take,
From the fake friends we make,
And from the times we almost break.

Our mistakes help us grow,
But at the time, we didn't know.
We didn't want our weakness to show.
At the time, we couldn't let them know.

Our fake friends were there,
But they didn't actually care
Our secrets they would share,
And now as we pass, they just stare.

Not breaking means you're strong.
You'd know where you went wrong,
As if you weren't waiting so long
To explain yourself, but stay strong.

So here's to the liars and traitors,
All the wannabes and haters
And learning from our mistakes
And learning to spot the fakes.

 

[_Sammy_]

Look how she's changed,
Look how she's grown,
The personality changes
I should have known

The make-up she wears,
Each day it gets thicker
Why is she doing this?
To grow up quicker?

The days she comes in
She runs to her room
Is it really possible,
To feel so much gloom?

The tears in her eyes,
Her heart as it breaks
She will learn to realize
Her minor mistakes

I cuddle her in
I miss times like this
The young girl that smiled
My gorgeous 'Little miss'
Now her dancing and prancing
The games we did play
Her sorrow, it drifts memories
So many miles away

I call her down
As I do each time
To ask her to share with me
The troubles of her prime

The response was different
To the one I used to know
She stared up at me
She was beginning to let go

The stories she told
The rumours she'd heard
No wonder my princess
Had not said a word

The thing she said next
Opened my eyes
To a world I'd never known
A world of hurt and hatews and lies

'Mum' she said
As the tales unfurled
'This is the life
Of a Teenage Girl'

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

 

[_Sammy_]

The hardest part of any friendship
is when it is time to say goodbye,
and even though I wished I could make you stay,
I know I have to let you spread your wings and fly.

For life is a journey that needs to be traveled,
and I am certain you'll make it through.
I just want you to know and never forget
that I will surely miss you.

So follow your heart and never give up,
as dreams and wishes do come true.
I know that someday we'll meet again,
so never forget I will be praying for you.

 

[_Sammy_]

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage——
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat
stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free——
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.



From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

 

[_Sammy_]

You don’t have to be a hero
To relieve an aching heart,
To ease the burdens on his shoulder
A kind word will make a start.

A friendly smile may be all
You need to raise his spirits high,
A gentle touch upon the arm
Can ease a heavy sigh.

You don’t have to be a genius
To know what words to say,
Just by being at his bedside
Is relief enough for that day.

A warm embrace from a friend
Is the best medicine you can give.
To feel really cared about
Adds further reason to live.

You don’t have to be superman
To be strong enough to show
How much that you care
To make a heart really glow.

Any of these suggestions
Will encourage and comfort each day
That you try to help a loved one
And take the pain away.

 

[_Sammy_]

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

 

[_Sammy_]

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

So our little errors
Lead the soul away
From the path of virtue
Far in sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Help to make earth happy
Like the heaven above.

 

[_Sammy_]

Cutting marks, the skin and scars the soul
bandages of cloth may stop the flow of blood
but does not heal the wounds created by mistrust
self inflicting pain, trying to diffuse my hopeless state.

Feeling bad about myself, living disgusted and alone
desperate to connect while hiding doubts behind a mask
bleeding senseless as the hurt is not replaced
razor blades a trophy that highlights nothing but dismay.

Grace marks the heart and restores the soul
allowing his love to flow through the shedding of His blood
healing our wounds by our acceptance of His favour
known by my Jesus, as He wraps me in His comfort.

Beauty discovered never within my own hand
but living in the presence of the Father’s heart
secure in the knowledge that He holds my every tear
safe in the refuge of His strength beyond compare.

 

[Magician]

Where did you find these poems? The last poem is really nice

 

[Faerie]

Please put a spoiler and a trigger warning…

 

[_Sammy_]

Where did you find these poems? The last poem is really nice

f amilyfriends poems

 

[_Sammy_]

I love you so very much,
Even though at times I do things that hurt.
I try so hard to hope that you always see
How much you being in my life means to me.
I am sorry yet again for causing you pain.
That is the last thing I ever wanted to do.
Even when I am trying to look out for you and do the right thing,
I mess up; I am sorry for that too.
I hope that you still know how much I love and cherish you,
Like nothing else in my life gives me the thrill of being loved by you.
So I hope that you listen and see it in my eyes,
This sincere apology that comes with tears from deep inside.

 

[_Sammy_]

Please put a spoiler and a trigger warning…

i did

 

[_Sammy_]

Stress is feeding on me,
Sucking out my soul.
I feel my body weakening,
it refuses to let go.

I'm going kind of pale,
blood is dripping down my arm.
Tears are falling from my eyes;
a pain pierces my heart.

I'm confused
and don't know what to do.
I want to end it all,
but you don't want me to.

Living life is fine,
but stress makes it tough.
Your smile used to make me happy;
now that's not enough.

Stress is killing me,
putting me to rest.
But I'll try not to leave you,
I'll try my very best.

 

[_Sammy_]

The past you cannot forget or undo;
The future is all we can look forward to.

I wish I could have been there by your side
For all the times you've wept and cried.

Know from my heart what I say is true.
That I hurt for the pain you have been through.

Never alone shall you be.
Someday, freedom you will see.

May your hopes and dreams come true,
No matter where you are, I'll always be here for you.

 

[_Sammy_]

I feel

 

[_Sammy_]

Empty
Yet full
Broken
Yet able to love with the pieces
Blank
Yet colorful
Motionless
Yet I'm going a hundred miles an hour
Falling
But I haven't hit the ground yet
Lonely
But crowded
Loved
But cold
They listen to all my stories
But when I'm serious
They turn their back
They care
But not really
Almost but no
Silent tears
Angry words
Fake smiles
Inside I'm dying
I need to be caught
But no one is there to catch me
Help
No one comes
Why when you need people the most
They leave you
Why when you are the loneliest
The crowd disappears
Why when you need love
There is none left
Why when the smile slips away and the tears come
They turn their back
Why can't it just be simple for once
I need someone to catch me
I need someone to brush away my tears
I need someone to make my smile real
I need someone to be there even when I push them away
I need someone who will stick by my side no matter how much I want to give up
I just need someone
That someone is supposed to be you
You love me right
Well...prove it

 

[_Sammy_]

yes i a m empty

 

[_Sammy_]

Yep...