Cry

Cry

A Poem by Lover Of Words

Cry
Sitting in the dark 
Beginning to wander
What it is that my life is to bring to others
Just needing others to see the pain in my eyes 
Crying on my knees
A breathless transformation 
The aching of my heart 
Bleeds to no end 
Cry through the bleeding of the skin 
I ask the lord to take the pain and suffering 
And bring me my savior 
Cry baby cry 
I don't want to be that person 
So i wear a mask until the darkness of the night 
Then the pain shows behind closed doors 
I fight a battle i wish for others to know 
But yet do i show 
Without breaking the bond formed between us and others 
Cry Baby Cry 
in the safety of hidden  rooms 

© 2013 Lover Of Words


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The only thing we have total control over in this world is our thoughts. If we choose to dwell on our pain, then pain we shall have. If we want joy and happiness in our life then we fix our mind on things that bring joy and happiness. We are the creator/Creator. By our "Word", we create our Universe. I see you are already understanding this concept from your many recent works.

Rudyard Kipling's poem, "If" demonstrates this concept:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much



Reviews

Sometimes it helps to cry, to get out the emotions...good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sitting in the dark
Beginning to wander
What it is that my life is to bring to others

So you too entered a phase of contemplation ! good work !
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Posted 10 Years Ago


This hit me on a very deep level, I have no word for you other than, keep writing. Through writing we can voice our pain and fears and eventually they hold no more grip over us. Thank you for sharing this luv.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sometime we need tears. Tears make us feel we are alive and the heart is still there. The description allowed the reader to feel the sadness. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote
I think everyone has been here before hun great job kido

Posted 10 Years Ago


Yes I do cry in the night where no one can see me, in my bed when I want to sleep, do my tears flow, not everyday but sometimes it feels like I cry my eyes out, beautiful poem

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Same for me thanks for reading
"Greater is he that is in You then he that is in the world"

Posted 10 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

well thank you for trying
Cryingkate

10 Years Ago

What works for you?
Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

That helps
The only thing we have total control over in this world is our thoughts. If we choose to dwell on our pain, then pain we shall have. If we want joy and happiness in our life then we fix our mind on things that bring joy and happiness. We are the creator/Creator. By our "Word", we create our Universe. I see you are already understanding this concept from your many recent works.

Rudyard Kipling's poem, "If" demonstrates this concept:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lover Of Words

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much

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