More Poetry From Borderlines
My life is so bizzare Do others know who they are Or do they search like me For a firm reality I'm not sure who I am Nor whether I give a damn But what seems real important Is to get the lost me sorted I'm a walking contradiction Often accused of bitchin Yet my heart is so profound While others seem so unsound It's all a mystery Yet only I can see Do I have special perception Or is my life a wrong direction
Sandra
Feeling sad
And
Not being able to cry
is
More painful than
Feeling very sad and crying a lot
-Momoko-
I am what I feel but do I feel what I am? reflections are muddled hazy shadowy dreamscapes fields of snowy fog surround; prevent escape sometimes they protect hide my eyes "Monsters still hide in the shadows." says the child and she is afraid of the dark is she my soul? my curse? a dream? torment this lack of answers sweet torture of the mind no one can stop the battles but no one can win the war blinding irony attacking again my friend and my hatred my hatred is my friend or does that fool me too? Gina
my mask is on i look ok but i am screaming inside with pain no asks me if i am all right or what my life is like Two Crazy
Love is more powerful than hate -- You will never be able to hate me more than I love you. Love is more powerful than fear -- When you are afraid, let my love make you feel secure. Love is more powerful than loneliness -- When you are lonely, look in your heart and you will find me. Love is more powerful than emptiness -- When you fell empty open your heart and let my love fill it. The heart is more powerful than the mind Think with your heart and together we will heal the mind. You can destroy our relationship, you can destroy your life, you can destroy me, But you cannot destroy my love for you -- Because it is mine, alone, to give -- And I give it freely, unconditionally, unselfishly, and Forever. So, even though you told me to go away, My heart has stayed behind to protect you. May you find peace, my love. CB
Where are my answers when I ask you for them . . . can't you feel my despair . . . Where is the strength that you promised me . . . when I've taken almost all I can bear . . . Where is your hand with its tender guide . . . showing me the way to heal . . . And here is the question I need most to be answered . . . When will my life be real . . . Jennifer
Will you ever know my pain? The anguish I go through? Not only did you damage me, You hurt my family too. My body wasn't yours to use, Messed up the mind I knew; How am I ever going to lose The Nightmare I call You? I prayed each night that you would die, Then I prayed that I'd die too; I even stopped the asking why The Nightmare I call You. All through my life you've stalked me, Although you never knew; Elsewhere I looked, but all I'd see The Nightmare I call You. No more power will I give you, For years I did it's true; I'm becoming whole, I'll stop this now, The Nightmare I call You. Your life you've wasted, as I did mine, But myself I've caught just in time; I'll wake, I'll heal, no fault is mine, The Nightmare I call You. by B-jay
She was a pensive little girl Painted shadows on the sun Sometimes she looked up from her reverie, But not too long. I think she was afraid; But she seemed so brave... She wore her brown hair down, Maybe to protect the wide amber eyes set deep below her somber brow... She was a beautiful little girl Painted words like no one else Sometimes she looked out from beneath her fear, But not too long. I think she knew, But she never let on... She wore her pale face bare, Never disguising herself, only hiding behind a quiet face. She was an angry little girl Painted pain across her face Sometimes she let a tear slip from her downward-cast eyes, But it never fell far. I think she was afraid; God, she seemed so brave... But she wore her fragile heart thin, Until it finally broke, and she couldn't keep herself locked up anymore. She was a beautiful little girl... ANON
There is no God, in a world that is ugly & flawed But still you pray to Him every night so He can make everything all right, But nothing is "all right" He doesn't hear your prayers, He doesn't know your fears or cares God is man-made and soon He will fade Fade into the night Still nothing is "all right" Still preachers will preach and follows will follow Follow a God that is dead and hollow Follow a God that is hollow and dead Who shall give us our daily bread God is dead God is dead and no one cares just as long as you say evening prayers.
Naomi