Tag: pain
member name: Cheryl W.
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December 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
I walk in glass slippers
waiting for them to shatter,
for I'm not used to
Cinderella endings;
I feel so scared
in trusting love;
Somehow I don't feel
I deserve it; . . .
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February 16, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
I thought I would be safe
when I told you;
I never dreamed
you would turn your back on me.
But you closed the door
on my fears and pain,
You closed the door
on my continuing shame.
. . .
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January 04, 2009 10:58 PM EST --
I shed my skin
one layer at a time,
dry flakes falling
into teary puddles
on the barren floor.
My reflection
stares up at me,
and I don't recongnize
the woman . . .
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February 04, 2009 11:20 AM EST --
Pain can be pleasure,
make you feel whole,
squeeze out tears
that drown the soul.
Pain can bring solace
once the weeping is done;
Scars may remain
but they point to the . . .
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March 16, 2009 08:00 PM EDT --
She hid among thorns,
liking the way they tore at her flesh;
Counting the drops of blood
became an obsession,
hypnotized by the tiny red streams
trickling down her ivory skin...
living . . .
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June 02, 2009 07:10 AM EDT --
She smiles at the world.
Deep down she is scarred,
used up,
and her light is faded
beneath the twinkle in her eyes.
She waits to fall one more time
into the arms . . .
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June 07, 2009 06:48 PM EDT --
I've been to hell and back,
searching
for that perfect flame.
I turn to ash
before your eyes,
and still,
you know not why.
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October 07, 2009 01:57 PM EDT --
When I come to you
in silent passion,
you think you know me,
but you don't see
the questions, the fears
that reside inside.
When I come to you
in shades . . .
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November 24, 2006 11:09 AM EST --
Melt into me
like the snow
during spring's thaw,
bringing to life
that which was frozen.
Envelop me
with the warmth of you,
and lay to waste
that which is cold and barren,
frigid . . .
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December 19, 2006 03:57 PM EST --
I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost a child. In the past couple of days I have read where some of my connections are grieving the anniversaries of children/babies who have . . .
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January 16, 2007 09:41 AM EST --
I toss and turn, but
sleep won't come
to one who is tormented
by the past, by the
demons that won't let go;
I want to rise up,
make coffee, clean something,
wash away the stains of . . .
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July 05, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
Walls close in,
and there is no escape
from this self-induced hell.
Wish I was spry
like the gingerbread man...
Oh, God...I would run away
as fast as I can
and escape . . .
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August 26, 2008 04:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes I try and imagine
what it must be like
to never be able to see past yourself,
to live life so engrossed
in your own problems
that you never see anyone else's pain. . . .
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November 13, 2008 09:23 PM EST --
Today I am sore and aching. Two pregnant ladies got in a physical altercation at the maternity home I work at...and in trying to break them apart, I got thrown to the ground.
Talk . . .
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March 16, 2009 12:20 PM EDT --
Her eyes...
transparent pools of glass;
When shattered,
tears rain down.
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May 04, 2009 02:25 PM EDT --
Once upon a time
I ran through grass as tall as me,
hiding there,
hoping nobody would find me.
The breeze would blow the grass,
and it would tickle me
as I crouched low, . . .
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September 26, 2009 12:18 PM EDT --
My heart is too open.
The wounds call to you,
begging to be healed.
You come to me,
and in my vulnerability
I succumb
to all that you offer.
Your honey words
sweeten the touch,
and though . . .
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July 05, 2006 09:20 AM EDT --
Two days ago, my dog, Bugsy disappeared. At first I wasn't overly concerned. Being part Jack Russell and part Chihuahua, he is prone to jet out of the front door at every opportunity. . . .
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July 10, 2006 09:29 PM EDT --
I look around me and see the accumulation of years,
of living and loving;
Old toys packed away, teddy bears peeping out from
their boxes,
books from every crisis we've endured all the way . . .
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August 17, 2006 06:51 AM EDT --
We sit here, across from one another
like hundreds of times before,
you with your fried chicken and salad,
me with my heart on my sleeve.
I'm not paying any attention to the food,
because . . .
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