Posts Tagged ‘pain’

Time to let go

Posted: December 24, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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How do you walk away from someone you love
And take the road of friend;
Can you reroute the course you have taken
And start over once again?

I don’t really want to let you go
But inside me I know I must;
The times we’ve loved . . . the times have left
My heart says stay . . . but it’s my mind I must trust.

We have shared so much together
Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;
Yet sometimes we can’t turn back time
We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.

I know one day you will be happy
And your soulmate you will find;
I know we each have one out there
Even if for now . . . only in our minds.

May life be gentle with you
May life’s best come your way;
And on some quiet tomorrow
You will realize things were better this way.

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Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

I listened to a radio show on my way to work this morning. Every day they do a contest to win merchandise. The topic chosen? 1970’s sitcoms. The station hosts played theme music and a contestant who called in had to guess the matching television program. Of course they didn’t guess correctly and I found myself yelling at the stereo system like a raving lunatic. “WELCOME BACK KOTTER, you freakin’ toe sock smelling idiot.” Did they have a banana bike shoved up their arse blocking out their brain waves? Crap! They missed an easy win. How dare that person not be brainwashed like the rest of us.

It’s been raining like a rhino pissin’ on a flat rock which makes my arm ache. I felt so much pain at work yesterday I almost quit my job. Then I noticed I got a Christmas bonus on my pay stub. That gave me a whole new – higher – pain tollerance. Ha -ha. Luckily, I finally got the phone call I’ve been waiting for today. I’m scheduled for an MRI next Wednesday at 9PM. Murphy defying miracles do happen.

I’m willing to share some life skills with y’all. Think before you do the crass, brainless shite you do. If somebody talks to you, don’t walk away while they are still speaking. I don’t care how rushed you think you are. Don’t be such an ignorant piece of whale skitter. Will it kill you to stop for two seconds and respond instead of making the person yell so you can hear them? I swear, I think most people reach in and get their manners out of a effin’ dunce cap.

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I’d really like to know when my box of .25 cent Kraft Dinner turned into $1.75 a box. I mean, come on! Give me a break! It’s not exactly a gourmet food. It’s a handful of macaroni noodles with glow in the dark cheese. Of course, people like me who have been eating it since college will still buy it. Why? It’s not just because we are stupid fart-wads. It’s because we’re addicted to it. It’s like somebody put effin’ cocaine in the cheese.

Jeeze, will my freakin’ arm pain never end? I ended up at the bottom of my bed curled up into a ball. How the hell did I get there? Of course I hurt my arm even worse and my neck feels like a McDonald’s junkie backed over it.

My boss joked about me sleepwalking, but now I’m starting to wonder. I better not wake up outside, naked. Ha-ha! I might have to go to a sleep disorder clinic. Doesn’t that sound exciting? Not. There’s nothing more soothing than being hooked up to a bunch of wires and listening to the attendant talk on the phone all night about what a cushy job he has. Yeah, that should really relax me.

I’m getting a new doctor and I’m going to meet him tomorrow. The poor sucker doesn’t know what he’s in for. My last doctor I had him for years and just got him used to me, damn it. Now I have to start all over again. I need more pain medication and he better give it to me or I might end up hurting somebody. Seriously, the pain is that bad. I didn’t go into work today because I couldn’t handle the throbbing agony. The MRI is next week and they better fix it or I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Drying your tears

Posted: August 3, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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Tear drops fall from your blue eyes
and my heart stops a beat at their sight.
I pull you close to me,
try to take the pain from you,
make it my own.
My cheek lays against yours
and your tears burn my face
as I whisper,
“Darling, it will be all right.”

My tears blend with your own,
your pain now mine,
and our tears become one
as they fall in rivers on the sheets.

I dry your tears with kisses,
soft upon your face,
shelter you from pain
in the recesses of my love.
Our bed becomes a chalice
and we drink in each others sorrow,
finding salvation in each other’s arms;
pain washed away giving rise to passion
’till we forget there ever were tears.

I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don’t get hurt you’ll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay

I believe in a second chance
I believe in a life long romance
I believe there is life after death
And standing up to a life of mess

I believe in love at first sight
I believe that revenge isn’t right
I believe that first impressions last
And there is nothing better then a good laugh

I believe that dreams do come true, I believe there’s destiny for me and you,
I believe something good comes from something bad I believe everyone has one true love
I believe there’s destiny for me and you
I believe that good things come to those who wait
I believe love never arrives too late

I believe something good comes from something bad
I believe that for tears of happiness there are tears of sad
I believe everyone has a guardian angel
And the good you do will be rewarded well

I believe sometimes there is no explanation
I believe money can’t buy people’s affection
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone
I believe a new day arrives with every dawn

I believe a smile can be contagious
I believe in being very outrageous
I believe in living with no regrets
I believe that life is as good as it gets

I believe that God watches over us
I believe the little things are worth the fuss
I believe you have each friend for a reason
I believe you will get punished for treason

I believe that what comes first is family
I believe we should all live in harmony
I believe in making the most of a beautiful day
And it’s not the end until everything’s okay

I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder
I believe you will lose if you sit and wonder
I believe every experience teaches you a lesson
And nothing cures better then a drinking session

I believe everyone has one true love
I believe sometimes we need a little shove
I believe the whole world is a stage
I believe we only get better with age

I believe that to learn you have to live
I believe that to love someone you have to give
I believe one moment can change your life
And there’s still help when you’re in strife

I believe everyone has one true friend
I believe love helps a broken heart mend
I believe in the power of a song
And things will change before too long

I believe living is the best experience
I believe in not laughing at other people’s expense
I believe it’s hard to watch a lover leave
And when they’re gone all you can do is breath

I believe to always look on the bright side
I believe that life is just one big ride
I believe when I die people will grieve
But it’s ok because I believe

Tearz from a pen

Posted: July 12, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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Tearz from a pen
come from the pain with in
broken heart stolen dreams
losin your cream
everything you worked for
makes you not wanna live no more
too much srffering too much pain
tearz from a pen
cause it’ll neva come from my face again