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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pain
[time] => 2010-01-07 04:17:54
[hometext] => it's all cos of you
[bodytext] => Can you notice my pain? It runs deep through my veins Can I share it with you all? I’m labelled as a troubled writer who can you blame? Writing helps me take away the pain Why do I feel hopeless? With these feelings I can’t worry Even though my writing is on the slant Cos my visions blurry Try to understand me What else could I do? I had to support family What else can I do now? But be a troubled writer I started college That helped me get away from the pain Got my mind out of danger Even speaking to a complete stranger Sometimes though I heard my family’s cries Oh why do we experience pain at an early age? I was so young My sister was even younger But I was feeling pain and rage My memories of a him Are sick and twisted I hate seeing him Cos it just reminds of the pain we went through That I don’t want us to go through again I’ve never been able to feel the same Just cos in my past There was so much pain Oh there was so much pain Now I will never feel the same Too much pain Still flowing through my veins And it’s all cos of you My early teens were emotional Hearing her and him fight They usually started late at night And went through to the early hours Hearing her scream back as he verbally beats her down When he started it usually ended up full blown He acted the fool and he’s supposed to be a man fully grown Never looked it and still doesn’t look it to me Still a child in an adults body as fair I can see I had to watch me and my sisters back When he decided it was time to step He’d finished with her and start on us Verbally bashing us...making us realise our flaws As much as I wanted to I didn’t cry Had to stay strong for my family Even though the pains deep It's the memories I will never forget One day everything’s fine Then the next day He’d step back into his pain game It was always the same As usually we were the ones to blame We tried to give some slack But we had to be realistic No confusion though Any minute he could go ballistic If you got on the wrong side He would start kicking up major dust Don’t get in the way, his temper is about to bust I know there’s a lot of pressure But don’t take it out on her Look at her...she’s crying Cos you’ve brought us so much pain Oh there was so much pain Now we will never feel the same Too much pain Still flowing through our veins And it’s all cos of you By Jay Basey © 2009 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 6 [informant] => devils_denial [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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