I sat on that cold shower floor
& Let my mind drain. I see myself now..
I am in a city i don't know, on the street I grew up on
In a house that daunts me, in a room that is gray.
I stare at those gray walls, I stare at them
Until my eyes leave my head, until Im looking at myself
Until it turns black
Until it turns white, until it turns gray again.
The tears come in waves, and i acquiesce to the pain
This crying, so heavy, it hurts. Hurts my face, my chest, my stomach.
Hurts pieces of me that have no name.
Pieces I never knew I had
Its my gasping that keeps me breathing.
Im crying for it all.
Crying over you
Crying over her
Crying over us
Crying over the world
Over our peaceless world.
Over every sea and mountain
Over the gangs and the families
With nothing but violence in their blood.
Tasting hatred on their tongues.
For the peaceless world.
For the peaceless world.
For the children without fathers, mothers, teachers
Without houses, food, Without friends.
I cry for those innocent, and those guilty
& their shame, their guilt and they cry with me
I cry for they cry
I cry until my cheeks are cold, until my face is hot
I cry until it hurts, until it stops hurting
Then hurts again
I cry until im numb,
& until i can feel
Feel. Feel.
I feel everything, I feel it all
I feel too much, feel
Feel you, Him
But I cry.
I cry into my mouth, onto my tongue
I taste the pain, the salty pain, down my throat
Into my soul, I feel the hate
I cry for the friend with nowhere to go
For the suicide, the murder, abuse, the addicts.
I cry for their empty pockets and
Hopeless lives. I cry.
My Head.
My Head.
It hurts.
I Just let it fall.
I just let you down.
& then put you on your feet.
I cry with nothing to live for
I cry for my failures, my friends, my father
I cry because Im alive.
Im alive. I feel.
I Shake, shudder, whimper and laugh.
I cry myself strong
Off those things that make me weak.
I cry for the beauty of an ocean
With no waves. no worries.
The slight blue promise will be there tommorow
I cry for the wind on a stormy night. the whistle.
The leaves against my windows
A heaven sent tune just for me.
I cry for the soldier, for the green angel
For the weight of the world, the soul
Upon his patriotic shoulder,
I cry for his love, his long lost beginning
His so called right, has turned so wrong
I cry for him, my green angel
I laugh until i cry, and then i cry and cry again.
I cry some more
I cry for you, my precious stranger
I cry for your saddened expression.
I cry for the hopelessness in your eyes.
I cry unlike ever before.
Just like always before.
All alone with everyone i love & stopped loving.
Stop loving me, for i cry for you
Dont cry.
I look at the wonder the world could be.
But see only decay,
And I cry for it.
A contest entry
- Isn't there some way to make this better?? by Forgot2Breathe.
300 points, ended February 7, 2008, 10 entries
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Welll....?
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very good
i dont mean to be stupir or mean or whatever but it sounds slot liek that johnny cash song: cry cry cry i enjoyed them both and i LOVE the part about the drain -
wow
This is an incredibly emotional write...well done. good luck in the contest.
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thank you very much. i dont how much credit it get for it being a prewrite but i've worked on revising it for awhile, its actually quit different from what it used to be.
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Great job
Wow now you talking on my level. I feel so disconnected with the whole dang place. I felt left out, pushed beyond belief, forced to live a life I do not wish to live. I rebel, I am Native American and PROUD and no corporate jokers are going to push me over.
This city is a joke. Just one big corporate trap. I wonder why humankind has not destroyed itself yet? -
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im rlly glad you liked this, its actually my favorite poem i've written, its one of those 'i have to let it out' kinda of days
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Well. I daresay I don't feel that way on a daily basis..most every other day. I got tired of crying though, and decided to fight. It's good to fight. Speak up for those who need a voice, speak up for those who can't do it themselves. Find a way, we all need to, and make this world a better place.
Then I turn on the news, and another star has overdosed, another child was kidnapped and raped, another mother was abandoned with kids, and no way to feed them.
And I cry,
It's an endless cycle..
Jin
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Firstly, thanks for entering. I have read this piece several times and although it is not quite what I was expecting to read in a contest with a theme like the one I selected I can see where you are coming from. You have encompassed that which is so truelly wrong with this world today and gave it a very personal touch. Well done and many thanks for entering.
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awesome
I love this
and I love how you explained that you werent just crying for yourself you were crying about all the ugliness and shame of the world. This is very good. For some reason it makes me feel small and vulnerable which makes me sad. Which means you made me feel the hurt of the world in your poem.
Crazy Awesome Amazing Job!
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yeah i relate and feel this way. pills numb the overwhelming ugliness i see daily by people who carry on like they have a rotten soul. lengthy but honest and very emotional.
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