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ask you:

What good is my promise,

When you're not here to hear it?

To love you, and only you, forever

When my body, my means, my life is finite?



I ask you:

What good is what I have inside,

When outside the package is all wrong?

Should I have tried not to hide,

When I should have all along?



I ask you:

What good is what I have to offer?

When I know you'll never ask.

How could we find the treasure

When we have to wear our masks?



I ask you:

What good saying I’m at your feet

Yet I won’t bend, won't call?

Both of us oaks, not reeds,

Neither of us yielding, standing tall.



I ask you:

What good are these futile words,

When chances are you won’t read this?

Why for me should there be such hurt

When for you there is no need for it?

Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.

But will the spider remember, or the sun?

Did the water capture our faces in permanence?

Does the wind create us anew as it blows?

Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?

Our secret been revealed.

Yet I have told no other.

I write these words in silence, in mute testimony

To what once was.

But our image remains alive in this place.

It can not be removed.

You, me,

We then,

Were here.

We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.

We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.

We were not liars,

But thieves of time.

For now time has now forgotten us,

Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers

This place that was ours.

You Are The Pain and

You Are The Joy



You are the Pain and the joy,

on the stage of life.



You are the pain, when your are distant

from me and you are the joy in my

memories of you.



You are the pain, when your touch, I

can not feel and you are the joy,

as I hold you near.



You are the pain, when tears you

have caused, and you are the joy, for the

laughter in my life.



You are the pain, when indifference enters

our life and you are the joy, when you

place me before others.



You are the pain, when you busy life, has

little time for me and you are the joy,

when there is just us.



You are the pain, as you seek that which

glitters in life and you are the joy,

as you are immersed, in the makings of God.



You are the pain, when angered and abrupt

and you are the joy when seeking

to make amends.



You are the pain, when anger is your

roadblock to reason and you are the

joy, when you step back and seek

a solution.



You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness

of purpose, to be successful...and you are

a joy, when you blanket those you

care for, with love.



You are the pain, when impatience leads you down

an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you

carefully plot a pragmatic course.



You are the pain, when you listen...but

do not hear and you the joy, when

patient and understanding.



You are the pain, when other matters,

substitute our love, and you are the joy,

when we are fused together as one.



You the a pain, in our spirited

disagreements, and you are

the joy, as you say, I love you.



The lesson we know well, that in

this life, there is no joy, unless

there is pain.



You Are The Pain and The Joy



You are the Pain and the joy

on the stage of life.



You are the pain in hunger and the joy

of food on ones table.



You are the pain of the homeless,

and the joy, of the home,

in His heart.



You are the pain on a bitter,

winter day and the joy, in

the warmth of the sun.



You are the pain and joy, in the

solitude, of those moments alone.



You are the pain and joy, that

lingers in ones heart.



You are the pain in music that is bad,

and you are the joy, in my song

of life.



You are the pain, in the tragedies

of the world, and the joy in the

goodness of people.



You are the pain of the orphans of

the street, and the joy, in a

mothers love.



You are the pain, in a sometime unjust

world, and the joy in the spirit

of ones heart.



You are the pain, in the loss of

loved ones, and the joy, when they

are seated at His table.



You are the pain of self destructive

addiction and the joy in redemption.





You are the pain, in the sicknesses of

this world, and the joy in the

hope of recovery.



You are the pain in the misery of the poor,

and disenfranchise, and the joy, in

the parts of society, that attempts to,

raise them up.





You are the pain and you are the joy,

in all things. For you see, in life, there

can not be joy...unless there is pain.

Stop me from doing this

stop me from lying

stop me from taking my life

stop me from dying



all you have to do is say you love me

for always and forever

that I'm not just another notch on your belt

And you'd pick me second never



Don't leave me here to die

Don't leave me here to rot

Don't tell me it's someone else

Please don't tell me that it's not



I have my knife besides me

so ready and so willing

to slit my wrists or maybe throat

to begin the killing



try to coax me please

try to take it back

try to leave this all behind

try to give me slack



You sit there in silence

Still not saying you love me

you heartless b.astard you're making me do this

you're MAKING me you see?



stop me from doing this

Stop me from dying

stop me from leaving this world

but first stop me from crying

Prick the skin

Let the blood seep out

Take it in, take all of it in



Wave the hand over the flame

No, keep it there

Steady yourself

Come on, you're stronger than that



The flame flickers as it bites at the flesh

The smell it rises, dancing around your nostrils

The pain is rising through your hand



Charred flesh

Sealed fate

Now you're a man

Remove yourself from the pain

Snuff the flame

Take a drink



Smile boy, you passed

You are now more than you ever dreamed

Yes, the blood stained and the flame licked

But you came out alive, you took the pain

Blackened and bruised you are

But also respected

And with that burn ... you passed the first



Now comes the second

Give it here!

Give the hand, give the arm

The blade will cut, the blood will spill

And marked you shall be

The elders will watch and nod

As our symbol is carved into your flesh



Stop crying

It's the last

It's the final, the most important

Pledge your life, pledge your soul

Make it count boy

Say the words, nurse the wounds

And into the collective you shall be taken



That's a good boy, you're now one of us

They can't see more than my shadow,

This is all they'll ever know.

What I say is honesty,

But the truth is never told.



And I can't resist the temptation in my heart.

Death is what I aim for,

Because pain is all I know.



These wounds never seem to heal,

So I don't attempt to try.

Because everytime I get the strength to mend,

I fall farther and farther apart again.



I go on and on in life.

Wondering, waiting for some sort of sign.



I try to see the good,

And now all I do is question why.



My life is like a circle.

Revolving around misery and pain.

Everytime I get up,

I fall right back down again.



I'm a mere shadow in this jaded world,

A shadow of the hidden truth.

I call out - never heard.

What's the point in trying again?



My heart itself,

Once so vivid and pure.

Now so sore, cracked and bruised.

Can I not trust another soul?



And now my wounds have start to heal,

Or, as it is appeared to be.

But the scars...

Why do they still bleed?



My life is a ticking bomb.

All I want is to go off.



Is it my time?

All I ever hear is tick tock, tick tock...