pain

just me

in ignorance and in shame i always feel the same. 
all my day and all my night i live in a world of blame.
my past haunts me like a restless spirit 
of that has no ease for there soul
i walk in circles mile after mile 
i feel as if my life is empty turned all upside down, 
i have tried to look for the light through these eyes
only to find darkness in the mist. 
i cry out for help in my own selfish way 
only to find no one there. 
pain within
and not of the physical kind 
pain within my haunted mind
at 24th Dec, 2009 05:28 PM
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WORDS

Pete A...

AS I SIT HERE WRITING THESE WORDS
I AM CONSUMED WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU
I TELL YOU "I LOVE YOU",HAVE YOU HEARD??
WORDS ARE MY POWER,BUT ALWAYS MAKE ME BLUE

TIME AFTER TIME I HAVE WRITTEN LOVE POEMS
AND MAYBE AN ANGRY WORD TOO
BUT ALWAYS THE LOVE COMES FROM WITHIN
IM SORRY FOR THE ANGRY WORDS,MY LOVE IS TRUE
SO I WILL PUT DOWN THIS PEN
AND WRITE THESE WORDS NO MORE
OUR LOVE WAS KIND,SWEET,REMEMBER WHEN??
PLANS ARE JUST DREAMS,OUR WALK AT THE SHORE..

SOMEDAY YOU WILL REMEMBER US
AND ALL THE DREAMS WE HAD
SOMEDAY YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WE DIDNT HAVE TO RUSH
AND REMEMBER ALL THE GOOD,AND BRUSH AWAY THE BAD

SO I THROW AWAY THIS TABLET
AND PUT MY PEN AWAY
I WILL PUT MY WORDS IN MY HEART
AND FOREVER THEY WILL STAY...
at 16th Dec, 2009 02:31 PM
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Mr

Pete A..

MY HEART I HIDE BEHIND THIS WALL
OH SO HIGH SO YOU CANT SEE
MAYBE ONE DAY IT WILL FALL
BUT FOR NOW,I SET YOU FREE

I CRIED AND BEGGED AND TOLD YOU THINGS
THAT I NEVER HAVE SPOKEN TO ANOTHER
MY WORLD,MY LIFE,MY DREAMS
YOU TOOK,ONLY TO SMOTHER

I HIDE BEHIND THIS WALL
MY HEART I WILL PROTECT
YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO SMALL
ITS MY LOVE THAT YOU REJECT

SO I WILL BUILD THIS WALL SO HIGH
AND NEVER LET LOVE IN
I WILL BUILD IT TILL IT HITS THE SKY
FOR SOMEHOW I WILL SURVIVE..
at 16th Dec, 2009 02:24 PM
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Amnesia For Love

Amethy Anne Lorenzo

AMNESIA FOR LOVE

As I close my eyes, I see you
A thought of you still remains on my mind.
I still hear your voice and those promises that you’ve said to me. 
You said you will love me until the end.
That enchanting words, that you said at that moment made me smile.
But that smile has change into frown
My heart is full of fury and hatred for you.
I thought love is full of happiness but I didn’t expect that sorrow will exist in the end.
There are times I still think of you, I guess I'm just missing the times when we were together.
That reminiscing makes me smile a bit, but after that my heart couldn’t take it anymore
My heart wants to explode; I want those hatred, sadness, betrayal, and loneliness disappear at once.
I find it hard to completely erase you from my memory,
Though I’m afraid to love again, because of those wounding experiences,
But I think it is the best way for me to find happiness once more.
at 11th Dec, 2009 05:32 AM
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The End

Melissa

It is
As it was
And as it will be
For always
Locked in this closet of darkness
Hidden behind what the doctor says
Calling my name
But no personcan hear my screams
Can let me out 
No one can
Smiling is what I am good for
Like a glass doll
So fragile
So protected
Yet wanting more
As the end draws near
at 7th Dec, 2009 11:49 AM
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First Love

Charles L. Cingolani

I

She seemed to bob
on her sister's
matted silver bike
I watched for,
not yet able to reach
the high seat,
working her way
up car-free Penn Street,
and I would make as if
I hadn't seen her
when she rode by.

After she had passed
I learned what emptiness meant
and felt its keen brutal lance
pierce deep
into my thin breast.

But worst of all
was evenings in autumn
when she pedalled home
out across Main Street
through the smoke of leaves
burning at the curbsides,
with the moon
a soft round lantern
hanging over her
in the trees.

II

She was older now
and we had gone our ways
but she would come walking
down Penn Street
past my window
every Friday evening
at exactly ten minutes to eight
carrying her violin case
and I would stand there
behind a thin curtain, waiting.

Her rich black hair flowed long,
at times a stray strand streaked
down over her eye
brushing back past a pendant earring.
Once she came in a rainstorm
her hair ravelled, dripping,
her face wet and gleaming—
ah, more beautiful she was then
than she had ever been before.

I would watch her walk
upright, buoyant, her visage shining
her very carriage betraying
her being loved already
by someone worthier than I
who had inched his way
into my banned paradise.

Could it be just by chance, I asked,
that she was thinking of me
as she looked straight ahead
walking past, smiling thoughtfully?
What pain was caused to me
by my inadequacy
to muster charms I lacked
and character enough
to aspire to her high caste.

How that loss has haunted me,
that wound festered
throughout the years.
There has been no cure,
no escaping, no way back
to where my treasure was
that ever after I have lacked.

Often I would wake at night
trembling, calling out her name.
One rainy night I thought I saw her
through the curtain
standing at my window
holding out her hand.

Then I remembered the thread,
tender and thin,
we once said we had spun
between us,
each from our own end
and fused where they met
to bind us together
for all time to come.

Flinging back the curtain
my eyes met hers
and she smiled,
like she did then.

In her hand she held a thread
offering it to me lovingly—
and I, with hands extended
with fingers straining
stretched to take hold,
yet each attempt
kept falling short
of that holy cord.

III

We were but children then
in a Garden of Eden
made just for us two,
where nothing else mattered
but you were loved by me
and that I was loved by you.

Now the longing for that,
my long-lost love,
has brought you back anew,
so I have begun to love you
with that pure innocent love
our childrenhearts once knew.
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O never say that I was false of heart

William Shakespeare

O Never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so prepost'rously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good:
...For nothing this wide Universe I call,
...Save thou, my Rose; in it thou art my all.
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