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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
[time] => 2004-10-27 01:29:50
[hometext] => Sorry... if *some* take offense to this... but I really felt the need to write this... I didn't write it to be mean... I... simply wrote it... to vent a lil hot air! 'Cuz I just write my lil poems... U see!
[bodytext] => A heart for the people...
That's what I have...
A heart that bleeds... blood red
Just like everyone else...
But cruel... heartless people... like you and you and you
Who can't seem to understand...
What your words of verbal fire really do...
They cut like a knife...
Quickly... they slice... to the heart of each and every life
They touch...
Why do you do it?
Why can't you open your blind eyes and see?
People are just trying to help other people
Who have a low self- esteem...
And are in need... of a listening ear
To voice their frustrations in life to...
Someone who will offer a kind word or two
And here you come along...
And have the audacity... the gall
To call all of us who try and help others...
Bleeding hearts...
Try to pick apart... and tear down...
All that we're trying to accomplish
Just because that's not the way YOU would handle it
I don't know... what YOUR good book tells YOU to do...
But mine tells me... to help someone in need...
Regardless... of who they are... where they come from...
A need is a need...
It tells me...
To minister to one another... to pray for one another...
Show a little compassion... for your fellow man...
Or are YOU afraid YOU might wind up with a little bloodstain upon your delicate hand?
You know... by all means... go ahead...
Call me a bleeding heart...
Call me what you will...
At least... my heart is in the right place...
And doesn't see dollar signs with every person I try and help
Yes... my heart bleeds...
My heart bleeds...
Blood red...
Because of a society... that's so sick in the head
It cannot see past it's own nose... to the ground
Because it's shoved up somewhere so far... so high...
It can't take a good... long... hard look around
To see the reality of life falling down...
As a "people"... as a "nation"... I thought we had gotten passed...
The age where people were placed in a class...
First class... second class... third class...
But evidently... I guess not...
I guess... if you're "screwed up"... so to speak...
And you've been through a living hell all your life...
A living nightmare...
Because you've been molested... raped... beat to a pulp...
Neglected by those who you trusted most
Been told you're worthless... I wish you were never born...
And told this over and over all your life...
Yeah... you would self- harm yourself to deal with it all
And tell people you'd be better off in a pine box
Then to live this way... because it's all you've ever known
I guess... then... you're not worth anyone's help...
You're classed with the dregs of society...
Unworthy of anything...
Because you cried wolf one too many times?
So nonchalantly... you're cast aside
Like yesterday's cheap wine...
Then... cast a sharp... glaring stare
When you dare ask... for help...
I just don't understand...
How someone who's supposed to be the "Professional"
And help people in a situation... such as this...
Someone who boasts 30 years of experience
92% of all people she's ever "helped" have went on
And supposedly lived perfectly normal lives...
Can sit back and say... "go ahead do it!
Do society a favor... and kill yourself!"
GET REAL! What about the other 8%...?
What happened to them? HUH?
What worked for one person may not work for all...
We're all different...
We all think independently... of each other
We all have different views...
God didn't make us all the same...
If He had... this would be a pretty dull... boring place
Yes... my heart bleeds...
My heart bleeds... indeed...
Blood red...
Because of people... people like you...
Who have no compassion for life at all...
Simply... because it doesn't fit your mould...
Those misfits... worthless scraps of humanity...
And those who have bleeding hearts... like me...
Hearts made after God's very own...
Who help those who can't seem to help themselves
Because certainly the "Professionals" can't or won't
Yes... my heart bleeds...
Blood red...
Just like yours once did...
But now... yours is black and dead
Blackened... because of all your sin...
Sin... that has not been forgiven...
First... you have to start by forgiving yourself...!
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My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
Contributed by
kidpoet_213
on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 01:29:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
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A heart for the people...
That's what I have...
A heart that bleeds... blood red
Just like everyone else...
But cruel... heartless people... like you and you and you
Who can't seem to understand...
What your words of verbal fire really do...
They cut like a knife...
Quickly... they slice... to the heart of each and every life
They touch...
Why do you do it?
Why can't you open your blind eyes and see?
People are just trying to help other people
Who have a low self- esteem...
And are in need... of a listening ear
To voice their frustrations in life to...
Someone who will offer a kind word or two
And here you come along...
And have the audacity... the gall
To call all of us who try and help others...
Bleeding hearts...
Try to pick apart... and tear down...
All that we're trying to accomplish
Just because that's not the way YOU would handle it
I don't know... what YOUR good book tells YOU to do...
But mine tells me... to help someone in need...
Regardless... of who they are... where they come from...
A need is a need...
It tells me...
To minister to one another... to pray for one another...
Show a little compassion... for your fellow man...
Or are YOU afraid YOU might wind up with a little bloodstain upon your delicate hand?
You know... by all means... go ahead...
Call me a bleeding heart...
Call me what you will...
At least... my heart is in the right place...
And doesn't see dollar signs with every person I try and help
Yes... my heart bleeds...
My heart bleeds...
Blood red...
Because of a society... that's so sick in the head
It cannot see past it's own nose... to the ground
Because it's shoved up somewhere so far... so high...
It can't take a good... long... hard look around
To see the reality of life falling down...
As a "people"... as a "nation"... I thought we had gotten passed...
The age where people were placed in a class...
First class... second class... third class...
But evidently... I guess not...
I guess... if you're "screwed up"... so to speak...
And you've been through a living hell all your life...
A living nightmare...
Because you've been molested... raped... beat to a pulp...
Neglected by those who you trusted most
Been told you're worthless... I wish you were never born...
And told this over and over all your life...
Yeah... you would self- harm yourself to deal with it all
And tell people you'd be better off in a pine box
Then to live this way... because it's all you've ever known
I guess... then... you're not worth anyone's help...
You're classed with the dregs of society...
Unworthy of anything...
Because you cried wolf one too many times?
So nonchalantly... you're cast aside
Like yesterday's cheap wine...
Then... cast a sharp... glaring stare
When you dare ask... for help...
I just don't understand...
How someone who's supposed to be the "Professional"
And help people in a situation... such as this...
Someone who boasts 30 years of experience
92% of all people she's ever "helped" have went on
And supposedly lived perfectly normal lives...
Can sit back and say... "go ahead do it!
Do society a favor... and kill yourself!"
GET REAL! What about the other 8%...?
What happened to them? HUH?
What worked for one person may not work for all...
We're all different...
We all think independently... of each other
We all have different views...
God didn't make us all the same...
If He had... this would be a pretty dull... boring place
Yes... my heart bleeds...
My heart bleeds... indeed...
Blood red...
Because of people... people like you...
Who have no compassion for life at all...
Simply... because it doesn't fit your mould...
Those misfits... worthless scraps of humanity...
And those who have bleeding hearts... like me...
Hearts made after God's very own...
Who help those who can't seem to help themselves
Because certainly the "Professionals" can't or won't
Yes... my heart bleeds...
Blood red...
Just like yours once did...
But now... yours is black and dead
Blackened... because of all your sin...
Sin... that has not been forgiven...
First... you have to start by forgiving yourself...!
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 01:37:49 AM AEST
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you captured alot of what Im feeling and then some an awesome powerful write those who spend all of their time judging and treating others badly causingg scenes of drama to be happy with their own pathetic lives will get bit hard in the but by a bad case of karma the sooner the better I say to all those black hearted cold souls out there!!!!!!!!!
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 02:04:54 AM AEST
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Let him without sin cast the first stone????
Think about it.
luv, huggs,
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by Sholdershy on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 03:18:42 AM AEST
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WOW
I was totally sucked into your poem. Each line sucked me in deeper and deeper. I just couldn't stop reading it. I read it about 3 times and each time it had the same effect on me.
Excellent !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 08:31:42 AM AEST
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As you little devil monster, screwup, told me in very ignorant terms. I have to censor it for publication here, grow up and get and life and then a dipoloma and then come and debate the issue with me.
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by kidpoet_213 on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 01:21:55 PM AEST
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Well... here I am again... commenting on my own poem... defending it against one comment...
I wrote it b/c it was something that needed to be said to someone... or maybe to society itself... I don't know! There seems to be a lot of ppl out there that look down their noses on ppl who have emotional and mental probs... or live on the streets or whatever... They have no compassion for these ppl... a lot of ppl can't help the situation they're in... it just a fact of circumstance...
It just bothers me that some ppl can be so cruel... cold hearted and callous towards these ppl or anyone who tries helps them... especially those who are trained to deal with such... why did they go into such a field in the first place... if they felt this way? The MONEY... perhaps?
This poem stands on it's own... if someone out there thinks it's about them... I'm sorry... it can't be helped... I wrote what I felt needed to be said... Don't blame me for what society has screwed up!!! Just try and have more compassion towards ppl and help make soiety better for all...
"The needs of the many... outweigh the needs of the few... or the one..." Leonard Nimoy as Mr. Spock (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by skyblumoon on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 01:26:42 PM AEST
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Wow! Sorry your so angry but life was meant to be tough. It's still a very deep write.
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by theMoth on
Wednesday, 27th October 2004 @ 03:51:52 PM AEST
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You can say that again.
Go get 'em, Donna!
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by screwup on
Saturday, 30th October 2004 @ 09:03:00 AM AEST
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Donna,
themoth said it so well... great poem my dear...
love you,
Deanna
TO RITA: I didn't see your name on this anywhere... not only do you need to get a life and grow up, you need to learn how to read too... |
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by Rous on
Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 07:21:48 AM AEST
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I am supposing that if you took this personally, it must have struck a nerve. I myself found it very angry, but did not feel it directed at me, personally. It is a very powerful statement. I have not had good experiences with "Professionals". They give you a generic answer to a specific problem. I have just decided to help myself. So, far, I am still here, and not a statistic. Thank God. You have stated what you see as problems with society. I agree to a great extent.
Thank you for sharing this. You could be right; it may have needed to be said. |
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Re: My Heart Bleeds... Blood Red
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by babygurl33 on
Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 02:16:04 PM AEST
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Great work...I can rele relate to this...again nice work...keep up the good work...
~Destiny~ |
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