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to Allanaq of Altus
I remember a little girl of nine
or maybe ten,
chasing me up the hall
and down again
trying to kick me in the shin,
her bouncing hair,
her shining eyes,
her laughteer,
still unknowing then.
I had a chance
I was grown up
I turned away,
a lost dance
my feelings held sway.
As KoKo would say,
I don't know right
I dont know wrong
its a feeling
its strong
and its wrong.
If I have a monster
inside of me
I dont want
how can it be
for life, an agony.
A solo soul,
as a saber,
rolled and tempered,
bendable steel,
cutting,
suction,
twisting,
fighting for release
this feeling,
but so lonely I feel.
I know how she feels,
I have beeen there.
If I cant love
another so scared,
in turning away
she slashed
as a cat of nine tails
my heart
so hard,
I'll love viscariuosly,
though
never returned to me.
There are things
we choose not to change,
rather,
we would hold
the familiar pain
than venture out
for love to gain
without return
lying to ourselves
saying we have won.
To walk through life
so alone
it cuts through the soul
it aches the core
of bone.
When your still held
by invisable chains
shackled and bound
by the past pain
your still a slave
chosing not to love
and never love to gain.
And love so lost
is a greater loss
than any stain
that does remain.
or maybe ten,
chasing me up the hall
and down again
trying to kick me in the shin,
her bouncing hair,
her shining eyes,
her laughteer,
still unknowing then.
I had a chance
I was grown up
I turned away,
a lost dance
my feelings held sway.
As KoKo would say,
I don't know right
I dont know wrong
its a feeling
its strong
and its wrong.
If I have a monster
inside of me
I dont want
how can it be
for life, an agony.
A solo soul,
as a saber,
rolled and tempered,
bendable steel,
cutting,
suction,
twisting,
fighting for release
this feeling,
but so lonely I feel.
I know how she feels,
I have beeen there.
If I cant love
another so scared,
in turning away
she slashed
as a cat of nine tails
my heart
so hard,
I'll love viscariuosly,
though
never returned to me.
There are things
we choose not to change,
rather,
we would hold
the familiar pain
than venture out
for love to gain
without return
lying to ourselves
saying we have won.
To walk through life
so alone
it cuts through the soul
it aches the core
of bone.
When your still held
by invisable chains
shackled and bound
by the past pain
your still a slave
chosing not to love
and never love to gain.
And love so lost
is a greater loss
than any stain
that does remain.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
This poem is basically about two people who have both endured abusive lives, where one tries to reach another and express love, but cannot reach through the others pain to help them.
The Cost
If in an instant I could catch your gaze as deep blue waters catch golden rays To feel truly loved and understood at peace with life to know it's good But through these years I've walked in fear no glances caught and cloaked in tears My head held low shoulders stooped with loss I pray the chance I take is worth the cost
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this in approx 2min on very little sleep it was just bouncing around in my brain.Now
what i do now
wander from room to room
sink from drink to drink
think from then to now
what i do now
TV on laughing out loud
pretending
everything is alright
what i do now
word games like scrabble
making words with no meaning
company some how
what i do now
waiting wondering
is this now
or should i wait
wander from room to room
sink from drink to drink
think from then to now
what i do now
TV on laughing out loud
pretending
everything is alright
what i do now
word games like scrabble
making words with no meaning
company some how
what i do now
waiting wondering
is this now
or should i wait
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post Commentumm no title
Crying in the night
Exlpoiting those people
It's taken me aback
Relaizing those dreams were crushed
And I crushed them
Now Im paying
And hoping or wishing
It would be different
Though it will never change
Exlpoiting those people
It's taken me aback
Relaizing those dreams were crushed
And I crushed them
Now Im paying
And hoping or wishing
It would be different
Though it will never change
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post CommentThem
The idea of love excited them
Enthralled them
Young love, how beautiful
Somehow love turned it's back
The hurtful words along with the bruises
It scarred them forevemore
Yet they were connected with an unexplicable force
I sometimes wonder if it will ever relese it's hold
To be punished for the idea of love
Forever connected, they will never truly love another soul
Ever
Enthralled them
Young love, how beautiful
Somehow love turned it's back
The hurtful words along with the bruises
It scarred them forevemore
Yet they were connected with an unexplicable force
I sometimes wonder if it will ever relese it's hold
To be punished for the idea of love
Forever connected, they will never truly love another soul
Ever
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post CommentNO ONE KNOWS
NO ONE KNOWS
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH.
THEY DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO RUN IN MY SHOES.
IF THEY WERE ME ONLY FOR A SECOND THEY WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO.
NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL DEEP DOWN INSIDE.
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE.
EVERY ONE OF US HAS SOMETHING TO HIDE.
SOME TIMES ITS HARD TO SAY WHATS ON YOUR MIND.
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE.......
TO BE ME OR LIVE MY LIFE.
IM NOT PERFECT SO I DONT EVEN BOTHER TO TRY.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009
DO NOT COPY
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH.
THEY DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO RUN IN MY SHOES.
IF THEY WERE ME ONLY FOR A SECOND THEY WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO.
NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL DEEP DOWN INSIDE.
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE.
EVERY ONE OF US HAS SOMETHING TO HIDE.
SOME TIMES ITS HARD TO SAY WHATS ON YOUR MIND.
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE.......
TO BE ME OR LIVE MY LIFE.
IM NOT PERFECT SO I DONT EVEN BOTHER TO TRY.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009
DO NOT COPY
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post Comment3 POEMS ALL THOSE YEARS ANOTHER LIE & LETTING GO
_( ALL THOSE YEARS)_
I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WORRING ABOUT THE PAST.
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT NEVER LAST.
LIFE COMES AT YOU WAY TO FAST.
IVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME TRYING TO HIDE FROM LIFE.
IVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHINGS GOING TO BE ARIGHT.
ALL THOSE YEARS I WAS TO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND;
THAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS STOPPED ME FROM BEING WHO I AM.
ALL THOSE YEARS I SPENT CRYING AND THINKING THAT PEOPLE CAN ACTUALLY CHANGE.
YEARS AFTER YEAR GOES BY AND YOUR STILL THE SAME.
IM LETTING GO OF YOU AND ALL OF THE PAIN.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY.
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_( ANOTHER LIE )_
EVERYTHING THAT IVE EVER HAD YOUVE EVER HAD YOUVE TOOKEN AWAY.
AND YOUR NEVER EVER HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY.
THE ONLY THING YOU EVER TOLD ME WAS THAT I WAS GOING TO BE NOTHING
EACH AND EVERY DAY.
AND I WAS ALWAYS IN THE WAY.
ALL YOU HAVE EVER TOLD ME WAS A BUNCH OF LIES.
ILL NEVER FORGET ALLL THE TIMES THAT YOU HAVE MADE ME CRY.
ITS NEVER THE TRUTH, JUST ANOTHER LIE.
I FEEL SO WEAK AND IM ALL OUT OF TRYS.
ANOTHER LIE IS WHAT YOU CONSTANTLY TELL ME.
AND ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE IS HAPPY.
AND YOUVE AREADY TAKEN EVERYTIHNG ELSE FROM ME.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
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NEW POEM_( LETTING GO )_
_( LETTING GO )_
EVERYDAY I WAKE TO FEEL THE PAIN.
AND NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY EVERYTHINGS STILL THE SAME.
MY WHOLE LIFE I HAVE BEEN IS THE ONLY THAT PEOPLE BLAME.
AND ALL IVE EVER WANTED IS NOT TO FEEL ASHAMED.
I WANT TO LET OF OF MY PAST.
I WANT SOMETHING IN LIFE THATS GOING TO LAST.
YEARS GO BY JUST LIKE THAT.
IM TIRED OF LOOKING BACK.
I FINALLY REALIZED THAT IM LETTING GO OF THE PAST.
AND HOLDING ON TO WHAT IS LEFT.
IM LETTING GO OF THE PAIN AND REALIZING IM NOT THE ONE TO BLAME.
I WOKE UP TO DAY READY TO CHANGE.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WORRING ABOUT THE PAST.
AND ALL THE THINGS THAT NEVER LAST.
LIFE COMES AT YOU WAY TO FAST.
IVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME TRYING TO HIDE FROM LIFE.
IVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHINGS GOING TO BE ARIGHT.
ALL THOSE YEARS I WAS TO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND;
THAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS STOPPED ME FROM BEING WHO I AM.
ALL THOSE YEARS I SPENT CRYING AND THINKING THAT PEOPLE CAN ACTUALLY CHANGE.
YEARS AFTER YEAR GOES BY AND YOUR STILL THE SAME.
IM LETTING GO OF YOU AND ALL OF THE PAIN.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY.
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_( ANOTHER LIE )_
EVERYTHING THAT IVE EVER HAD YOUVE EVER HAD YOUVE TOOKEN AWAY.
AND YOUR NEVER EVER HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY.
THE ONLY THING YOU EVER TOLD ME WAS THAT I WAS GOING TO BE NOTHING
EACH AND EVERY DAY.
AND I WAS ALWAYS IN THE WAY.
ALL YOU HAVE EVER TOLD ME WAS A BUNCH OF LIES.
ILL NEVER FORGET ALLL THE TIMES THAT YOU HAVE MADE ME CRY.
ITS NEVER THE TRUTH, JUST ANOTHER LIE.
I FEEL SO WEAK AND IM ALL OUT OF TRYS.
ANOTHER LIE IS WHAT YOU CONSTANTLY TELL ME.
AND ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE IS HAPPY.
AND YOUVE AREADY TAKEN EVERYTIHNG ELSE FROM ME.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
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NEW POEM_( LETTING GO )_
_( LETTING GO )_
EVERYDAY I WAKE TO FEEL THE PAIN.
AND NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY EVERYTHINGS STILL THE SAME.
MY WHOLE LIFE I HAVE BEEN IS THE ONLY THAT PEOPLE BLAME.
AND ALL IVE EVER WANTED IS NOT TO FEEL ASHAMED.
I WANT TO LET OF OF MY PAST.
I WANT SOMETHING IN LIFE THATS GOING TO LAST.
YEARS GO BY JUST LIKE THAT.
IM TIRED OF LOOKING BACK.
I FINALLY REALIZED THAT IM LETTING GO OF THE PAST.
AND HOLDING ON TO WHAT IS LEFT.
IM LETTING GO OF THE PAIN AND REALIZING IM NOT THE ONE TO BLAME.
I WOKE UP TO DAY READY TO CHANGE.
WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post CommentFast Forward, Play
August 2004
.
I just want to watch a movie tonight
One I’ve seen before
I just want to surrender
for a while
to float
.
I feel like I’m in the wrong time and place
like an eagle in an inappropriate cage
pacing, flopping around, tired
Tired of thinking about soaring
Growing indifferent to cold flesh
absent of blood and viscera
.
I’m writing a poem
instead of hitting
play on the video
Will it be good?
Am I any good?
.
Good for what?
For nothing in an unfriendly paradigm
Trying to get a clue, some direction
.
Maybe east in the morning
into the sun towards Spain
or an island
under Spanish influence
somewhere along the way
.
One with a mountain
and of course the sea breeze
that gently tosses
the fine as gold hair
of the very pretty
and very young
as they scamper
down the beach
.
A place that needs nothing
.
A place that scours
thoughts from dark places
and makes everything
clean and clear of
cobwebs and clutter
.
A place that heals pain
from open sores
and softens hardened scars
.
A place to perch
to survey the prospects varied
to think nothing
not even how beautiful
.
Such a place
needs to exist for me
rather I need such a place
to exist a little longer
.
I just want to watch a movie tonight
One I’ve seen before
I just want to surrender
for a while
to float
.
I feel like I’m in the wrong time and place
like an eagle in an inappropriate cage
pacing, flopping around, tired
Tired of thinking about soaring
Growing indifferent to cold flesh
absent of blood and viscera
.
I’m writing a poem
instead of hitting
play on the video
Will it be good?
Am I any good?
.
Good for what?
For nothing in an unfriendly paradigm
Trying to get a clue, some direction
.
Maybe east in the morning
into the sun towards Spain
or an island
under Spanish influence
somewhere along the way
.
One with a mountain
and of course the sea breeze
that gently tosses
the fine as gold hair
of the very pretty
and very young
as they scamper
down the beach
.
A place that needs nothing
.
A place that scours
thoughts from dark places
and makes everything
clean and clear of
cobwebs and clutter
.
A place that heals pain
from open sores
and softens hardened scars
.
A place to perch
to survey the prospects varied
to think nothing
not even how beautiful
.
Such a place
needs to exist for me
rather I need such a place
to exist a little longer
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
The weather has changed from blue sky to cold steel rain much like the rain falling upon the plains of Spain, or so I've heard, and so my mind wanders back to this poem from 2004. That was a very different time for me than now. People talk about baggage but I don't get baggage, I get fish hooks and they are much more difficult to get rid of...you can toss baggage relatively easy compared to fish hooks. They hurt going in but it's ten times worse when you pull them out. I had a lot of fish hooks in my hide and it took a long time to remove them but I did it. I don't have baggage, just scars. I like scars. Scars are honest...baggage is just creepy. Who knows what is in a dark, dank baggage? You might not know how a scar was made on a person, but you can see that it must have hurt and that it has healed. I'll let you see my scars if you let me see yours.Question
QUESTION?
I HEAR THE QUESTION BUT I AM ALONE IN THE ROOM,
I ASK THE QUESTION BUT MY MOUTH DOES NOT MOVE,
WHO DO YOU TALK TO WHEN ALONE SURROUNDED BY GLOOM,
THE WALLS ENGULF YOU, THERE IS A DOOR YOU CAN ESCAPE,
IF I ESCAPE WILL I FIND THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
CAN I FIND THE ONE PERSON TO OPEN THE QUESTION FOR DEBATE,
I LOOK TO THE HEAVENS TO ASK IF HE IS THERE,
SO MANY TIMES I HAVE LOOKED WITH A TEARFUL STARE,
HOW MANY SOULS ARE ASKING THE SAME QUESTION,
WILL HE BE TO BUSY? WILL HE HAVE THE TIME TO SPARE?
I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED TO GO FORWARD IN MY DIRECTION,
THE TEST THAT HE HAS SET ME HAS DIVIDED MY LIFE INTO SECTIONS
CIRCUMSTANCES DICTATE, I AM GUIDED BY THE PLIGHT OF OTHERS,
BE IT BY LOVE HATE COMPASSION OR AFFECTION,
UNSTEADY, TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, WHAT DIRECTION?
THE VOICE IN MY HEAD IS MINE AND IS FROM THE PAST,
TO OVERCOME THE PAST HAS MEANT DRAWBACKS AND GAINS,
BUT THIS VOICE IN MY HEAD STILL LINGERS AND REMAINS,
I AM NO STRANGER TO ASK FOR HELP FROM OUT OF THE SKY,
THE QUESTION STILL REMAINS GOING AROUND AND AROUND.
THE QUESTION IS “WHY”.
IS THERE AN ANSWER TO MY QUESTION????
By Ray
I HEAR THE QUESTION BUT I AM ALONE IN THE ROOM,
I ASK THE QUESTION BUT MY MOUTH DOES NOT MOVE,
WHO DO YOU TALK TO WHEN ALONE SURROUNDED BY GLOOM,
THE WALLS ENGULF YOU, THERE IS A DOOR YOU CAN ESCAPE,
IF I ESCAPE WILL I FIND THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION.
CAN I FIND THE ONE PERSON TO OPEN THE QUESTION FOR DEBATE,
I LOOK TO THE HEAVENS TO ASK IF HE IS THERE,
SO MANY TIMES I HAVE LOOKED WITH A TEARFUL STARE,
HOW MANY SOULS ARE ASKING THE SAME QUESTION,
WILL HE BE TO BUSY? WILL HE HAVE THE TIME TO SPARE?
I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED TO GO FORWARD IN MY DIRECTION,
THE TEST THAT HE HAS SET ME HAS DIVIDED MY LIFE INTO SECTIONS
CIRCUMSTANCES DICTATE, I AM GUIDED BY THE PLIGHT OF OTHERS,
BE IT BY LOVE HATE COMPASSION OR AFFECTION,
UNSTEADY, TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT, WHAT DIRECTION?
THE VOICE IN MY HEAD IS MINE AND IS FROM THE PAST,
TO OVERCOME THE PAST HAS MEANT DRAWBACKS AND GAINS,
BUT THIS VOICE IN MY HEAD STILL LINGERS AND REMAINS,
I AM NO STRANGER TO ASK FOR HELP FROM OUT OF THE SKY,
THE QUESTION STILL REMAINS GOING AROUND AND AROUND.
THE QUESTION IS “WHY”.
IS THERE AN ANSWER TO MY QUESTION????
By Ray
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
At a time when I was feeling low and the emotions close to the surfaceAlone with the rage of age
ALONE WITH THE RAGE OF AGE
I AM ALONE AND YET I AM NOT BY MYSELF,
MANY REACH OUT IN SEARCH OF WEALTH,
IT IS NOT FINACIAL THE WEALTH WE SEEK,
BUT LOVE TO SHARE BY THE HOUR THE DAY THE WEEK.
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE THE RAMPAGE OF TIME AND TIDE,
LOOK INTO MY EYES TO SEE THE YOUTH THAT IS STILL INSIDE,
LOOK AT MY BODY YOU WILL SEE THE SIGN OF AGE,
BECAUSE OF THIS MY HEART IS HEAVY WITH SORROW AND RAGE.
WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN NOW THAT I FEEL AT MY BEST,
THE KNOWLEDGE AQUIRED HAS FILLED MY LIFE FULL OF YEST,
KNOW ME, SEE ME FOR WHO I AM NOT WHAT I HAVE BECOME,
I DO NOT WISH TO BE LOVED BY ALL, JUST MAYBE BY ONE.
SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE, TO RECEIVE FROM DEEP WITHIN,
TRY AS I MAY I CAN NOT STOP THIS THING CALLED TIME,
GROW OLD GRACEFULLY I AM TOLD, SO IS MY WAY A SIN,
THEY SAY TOMORROW IS THE START TO THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, LIFE WILL THEN BEGIN.
SOME OF THE AREAS ARE WRINKLED AND SOME ARE CREASED,
I AM STILL ALIVE AND KICKING, IT IS NOT AS IF I AM DECEACED,
LEND ME YOUR EAR, TAKE TIME OUT TO LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
I HAVE A WEALTH OF KNOWLEDGE THAT COULD COME YOUR WAY,
COULD THIS BE YOU SOME DAY..
By Ray
I AM ALONE AND YET I AM NOT BY MYSELF,
MANY REACH OUT IN SEARCH OF WEALTH,
IT IS NOT FINACIAL THE WEALTH WE SEEK,
BUT LOVE TO SHARE BY THE HOUR THE DAY THE WEEK.
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE THE RAMPAGE OF TIME AND TIDE,
LOOK INTO MY EYES TO SEE THE YOUTH THAT IS STILL INSIDE,
LOOK AT MY BODY YOU WILL SEE THE SIGN OF AGE,
BECAUSE OF THIS MY HEART IS HEAVY WITH SORROW AND RAGE.
WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN NOW THAT I FEEL AT MY BEST,
THE KNOWLEDGE AQUIRED HAS FILLED MY LIFE FULL OF YEST,
KNOW ME, SEE ME FOR WHO I AM NOT WHAT I HAVE BECOME,
I DO NOT WISH TO BE LOVED BY ALL, JUST MAYBE BY ONE.
SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE, TO RECEIVE FROM DEEP WITHIN,
TRY AS I MAY I CAN NOT STOP THIS THING CALLED TIME,
GROW OLD GRACEFULLY I AM TOLD, SO IS MY WAY A SIN,
THEY SAY TOMORROW IS THE START TO THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, LIFE WILL THEN BEGIN.
SOME OF THE AREAS ARE WRINKLED AND SOME ARE CREASED,
I AM STILL ALIVE AND KICKING, IT IS NOT AS IF I AM DECEACED,
LEND ME YOUR EAR, TAKE TIME OUT TO LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
I HAVE A WEALTH OF KNOWLEDGE THAT COULD COME YOUR WAY,
COULD THIS BE YOU SOME DAY..
By Ray
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Coming to terms with the fact your mind and thoughts never age the way your body does.Still think the same as I did at 30,then I look in the mirror and see my 67 yearsPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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