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The pain, it's blinding,
Makes me feel less than alive
Seems like it defines who I am,
And tells me who I'll be(It just wants to deceive...)
But my destiny...
It eludes me,
Sometimes I just...
Can't see
If I was born to hurt this much,
There must have been a reason for it,
Although, I admit, it escapes me
I am strong, and I am proud,
I will face it, I will never back down,
Every moment I will seize
I give thanks, for every day,
Even though I feel this way,
I refuse to spend my life on my knees
The pain makes me wonder,
Just what I've done so wrong
If I'm being punished,
I think it's gone on too long(So very, very long...)
My destiny...
Lies at my feet
And I melt...
Every time...she smiles at me
If I was born to hurt this much,
There must have been a reason for it,
Although, I admit, it escapes me
I am strong, and I am proud,
I will face it, I will never back down,
Every moment I will seize
I give thanks, for every day,
Even though I feel this way,
I refuse to spend my life on my knees
There are reasons for everything,
In this world...
And in order for us to learn,
We have to hurt...
But somehow that's how we know,
How much our lives are worth...
If I was born to hurt this much,
There must have been a reason for it,
Although, I admit, it escapes me
I am strong, and I am proud,
I will face it, I will never back down,
Every moment I will seize
I give thanks, for every day,
Even though I feel this way,
I refuse to spend my life on my knees
I will lift my voice, and sing,
Always reminded of what this life brings,
I refuse...!
To spend my life on my knees...
jlp April 5, 2009-Revised February 23, 2014
Makes me feel less than alive
Seems like it defines who I am,
And tells me who I'll be(It just wants to deceive...)
But my destiny...
It eludes me,
Sometimes I just...
Can't see
If I was born to hurt this much,
There must have been a reason for it,
Although, I admit, it escapes me
I am strong, and I am proud,
I will face it, I will never back down,
Every moment I will seize
I give thanks, for every day,
Even though I feel this way,
I refuse to spend my life on my knees
The pain makes me wonder,
Just what I've done so wrong
If I'm being punished,
I think it's gone on too long(So very, very long...)
My destiny...
Lies at my feet
And I melt...
Every time...she smiles at me
If I was born to hurt this much,
There must have been a reason for it,
Although, I admit, it escapes me
I am strong, and I am proud,
I will face it, I will never back down,
Every moment I will seize
I give thanks, for every day,
Even though I feel this way,
I refuse to spend my life on my knees
There are reasons for everything,
In this world...
And in order for us to learn,
We have to hurt...
But somehow that's how we know,
How much our lives are worth...
If I was born to hurt this much,
There must have been a reason for it,
Although, I admit, it escapes me
I am strong, and I am proud,
I will face it, I will never back down,
Every moment I will seize
I give thanks, for every day,
Even though I feel this way,
I refuse to spend my life on my knees
I will lift my voice, and sing,
Always reminded of what this life brings,
I refuse...!
To spend my life on my knees...
jlp April 5, 2009-Revised February 23, 2014
Literature
Suicide
Music bleeds from the soul
In the undercurrent.
Leaving a faith that
Has chosen not to-
Believe.
Wading.
Fading.
Floating away.
The pavement glued
To the shoes.
No motive behind
Those pale eyes.
Mind numbing.
No way to the-
Relief.
Wading.
Fading.
Floating away.
Solid ground altered
Into a weak glass
Falling forward.
Loosing all dealing.
Left to support the-
Feeling.
Wading.
fading.
Falling away.
White noise,
Sound of silence.
Blinded white light
Mine for the taking.
No one else
In the line of-
Waiting.
Literature
Fragile
i.
i wrote this for you.
i wanted you to know
that i am always
(changing)
the same
ii.
i burned my mouth on my coffee
and remembered the scorch of your lips
burning, stinging, lingering.
and i finally lost those ten pounds
that you told me i didn't need to lose
but i felt the need to be underweight
and at night, i curled my little self up in a ball
and thought of every part of me that
you could never love.
i guess a part of me always wanted
to be fragile.
iii.
you will never know how many times i saw you
in the backs of other men,
and i ran to them, calling your name
and they'd turn, confused.
they'd say, "Can I
Literature
Prayers in the smoke
Your silence was your best quality.
It lifted you above the babbling faces with
God-wings, silk skins
That slipped against my fingers as I tried
to touch you.
Stretched straighter than eternity, I could not reach you.
Now, like a cathedral,
Vast and heavy,
Your silence surrounds me.
Its vaulted heights
Diminish me.
I throw my desperate words in the emptiness
And they echo across each other into incoherence.
Their meaning mingles
With still, stained-glass light
And dissipates
Into the dusty shadows
Where you stand stubbornly pretending;
Your godless creation has imprisoned you.
You’re out of place amongst the
Marys
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Every day is a fight.
It's worth it.
Never give in.
It's worth it.
Never give in.
*2-23-14: I am reminded, when I read this, how far I've come, how so very worth it my fight has been, and yet, also reminded just how far I still have to go.
But, as always. i will stand, face it, never back down. I refuse, refuse to spend my life on my knees.
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Just fighting for the sake of it, or simply to flip off the crap life throws at you one more time, is usually enough for those who've looked deeper, such as apparently you and myself. But I cannot say for myself that this is ALWAYS enough to make trudging through another agonizing day worth the effort. That may just be because I'm the type who needs to see and touch a goal of sorts in the palm of his hand to have the strength needed; not much one for pure blind faith.