four little words carved in a rock four little words for-get-me-not
This poem was written by a friend of mine and it really touched me about what some people go through.. and i hope when people read this they'll sort of understand as well
anorexia nervosa
Roll up Roll up to see the freak or the show.
Her fraudulent smile and prominent bones,
A walking corpse, without any needs,
Just an apple a day and the air she breathes.
Come one and all to see how smoothly she dyes,
To cover her sickness from unseeing eyes,
The fairy's still dancing within the decay but,
Her body cant take all the constant betrayal.
The glow or the embers, as wind blows to feed,
The flame or temptation that runs through her,
The symtoms or hunger so hard to define,
Because one things for certain, it's all in her mind.
As she hears the voices, so softly at first,
Before screaming so loud, that all her head hurts,
Assured they correct, and never control,
She listens intently and thinks what she's done.
How fat she must look, after all she has ate,
And how good she would feel if she didn't give in,
So she closes the cupboard, along with her mind,
Slumps into her room and closes her eyes,
She pulls up her blanket, and tries to keep warm,
But she wont sleep tonight cause her body is wrong.
She looks in the mirror, and the thing that she sees,
So horribly disgusting & madly obese,
She can feel all the fat, that covers her skin,
She runs to her scales and the room start to spin.
The pattern continues, for months without end,
Before waking to find that shes lost her best friend,
She'd pushed her away, her attitude crashed,
And noone needed the excess stress.
Alone with a hunger, to feed or to fight,
But finds solace elsewhere, in the form of a knife,
The blood and the tears, the pain and release,
The scars that remain beneath the bracelets she keeps.
Soon everyones looking and some even stare,
So she's taken away and placed into care,
The white sterile hallways the beep of machienes,
The liquidized protiens pumped into her viens.
The facts they spun her, through their forked devil's tongue,
How three out of ten, anoretics die young,
But she doesnt believe them, and nor does she care,
How can she, when theres fat everywhere.
And at charge she collapses, and nobody sees,
She country in a world where there are no more dreams,
No longer an alice, no yellow brick road,
Theres a white light, thats mellowness, and theres no coming home.
Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that Arial">
Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman'
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
daddys little girl by nobodys-girl www.allpoetry.
how do i write these feelings,
that i don't understand,
listening to his screams,
still wishing to hold his hand.
daddy's little girl,
always wishing she could be,
while he points out all her faults,
and she whispers "i wish i wasn't me".
life ticks past us,
and he causes me more hurt,
those words he screams,
they make me feel like dirt.
daddy's little girl,
always wishing she could be,
while he points out all her faults,
and she whispers "i wish i wasn't me".
dearest father,
what did i do wrong?,
was i so horrible,
that we just couldn't get along?
you'd yell and you'd hurt us,
you'd throw things and scream,
you'd make us all wish,
life was just a bad dream.
i know i wasn't what you wanted,
i wasn't perfect in any way,
i always wanted to die,
i guess today's my day.
so well this is it,
my finial goodbye,
i know you'll be happy,
now that I've decided to die.
daddy's little girl,
always wishing she could be,
while he points out all her faults,
and she whispers "i wish i wasn't me".
Love
by Wayfarer on May 16, 2005
Love wounds and mares any heart
Sometimes it’s just tearing us apart
All the things we said and did
All those little things we once hid
Your heart is really a fragile thing
Just be careful and not too daring
Never let your dreams grow small
Don’t get stuck, waiting for a call
Seize the moment and fight to win
Love shouldn’t ever be considered sin
It’s all up to you, great or sad
I promise it wont be all too bad
Sweet love move in slow
Maybe that you didn’t know
It springs from friendship
Now don’t fret, take my tip
Take it easy and give it time
Don’t worry, that’d be a crime
We sail on a ship made of dreams
Love isn’t always as hard as it seems
So relax a moment and look around
Love’s more grand than it may sound
It might get a hold of you on sight
Hopefully it’ll last longer than one night
You can cross your heart and still be lying
If you do, you are the one that’ll be left crying
So remember; please be true, be right
Never lie, never cheat and avoid to fight
Love each other without doubt or fear
Stay faithful even when the end is near
See Who I Am - within temptations
I've been dreaming for so long,
To find a meaning
To understand.
The secret of life,
Why am I here
To try again?
Will I always,
Will you always
See the truth
When it stares you in the face?
Will I ever
Will I never free my self
Breaking these chains?
[Chorus:]
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
Have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back
And then at last
I'll be on my way.
I've been living for so long,
Many seasons have passed me by.
I've seen kingdoms through ages
Rise and fall,
I've seen it all.
I've seen the horror,
I've seen the wonders
Happening just in front of my eyes.
Will I ever
Will I never free myself by making it right?
[Chorus]
Jillian
Our dream ended long ago.
All our stories
And all our glory
I held so dear.
We won't be together for ever and ever,
No more tears.
I'll always be here
Untill the end...
[Voices]
(Jillian, no more tears...
Jillian, no more tears...)
[Chorus]
Drive funeral for a friend
And I wish it was sweeter
The taste of your mouth
Because right now, it hurts too much to be
Closer than this
And with one hard look
I can tell
That you've had enough of these useless sunsets
[Chorus]
This could be a movie
And this could be our final act
We don't need these happy endings
This could be a movie
And this could be our final act
We don't need these happy endings
So tell your father that
That you're mine
And I'll swear we'll run away
And I'll make a plan and save
Everyone from themselves
And put them in the ground
And put them in the ground
[Chorus]
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
That you used to sit so comfortably in
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
You used to sit so comfortably in
[Chorus]
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
That you used to sit so comfortably in
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
That you used to sit so comfortably, comfortably in
Funeral for a friend - roses for the end
Just to say we're sorry,
For the black eyes and bleeding lips.
And it's hard to forget
How many lies we've told.
Or how old we'd grow,
Before I said goodbye.
So let's scrape our knees on the playground.
It's not your fault,
You feel okay.
It's too late in the day.
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed.
You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said.
I never listened to a word you never said.
Wasting the hours now,
We're all suckers for tragedies.
And start this over again,
And you bring us to our knees.
As sunrise comes,
And the story will sell,
A few hundred papers,
So we'll follow you up.
It's not your fault,
You feel okay.
It's too late in the day.
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed.
You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said.
I never listened to a word you never said.
So raise your hands up high,
And let this rain pour on.
So raise your hands up high,
And wash us away.
Like innocence and childbirth,
You look just like your mother
And you look just like your father.
Forgive him our father,
Your son is smiling,
So lay roses around you.
another song by tristania, called selling out
Am I alive?
Feels like dying
Down, down
Fists are striking me
It gets so dark
Or are my eyes blinded?
Down, down
Boots are kicking me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
The liar, the misfit, the creep
I'm running out of
Steps to walk
Of air to breathe
And words to talk
I'm running out of
Noise to make
Of jokes to tell
And hearts to break
For days burned and frozen lies
The years that passed me by
The child in me just died
The scars in me will never heal
An overdose of nothingness
My visions are for sale
I'm selling out
am alive
But always falling
Down, down
I hear voices calling me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
I am alive
Kind of wasted
Down, down
Hands are reaching me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
The liar, the misfit, the creep
I'm running out of
Dreams to dream
Of tears to spend
And screams to scream
I'm running out of life again
Smothering...
Turning into dust
Crushed Dreams by tristania
You choke a scream
Crushing a dream
Made the scheme real
Show this sinner your precious god
Lift the blame off my shoulders
With a simple thought
Show me life's pleasure
And how it is caught
Not just the air I breathe
Or the dream I forgot...
The last smile
The last word
It's time to face the final outcome
The pagan
The godless deeds
Fall...
Deep...
Your vacuum made complete
Exterminate...
Eradicate...
Preparing for death
Awaiting the light to shine on us
Wishing the sun to fall down on our heads
Show us the joy in the world that we're living in
Turn our dreams into sin
Your first breath
The far tolls
It's you these bells were made to call for
The pagan
The godless deeds
Crawl...
Deep...
The last hypocrisy
Walk the path
The shining path
Lift this prayer to heaven's heights
Feed my mind with the most glorious thoughts
Sacrificing all my dreams
For this I will serve and honour to death
Or do I just fear the tyrant's wrath
Ever noticed...that everyone around you is in a couple and half the time you're stuck with them and you feel in the way, even though they say you're not you know you are, they just don't want to hurt you're feelings, they don't really notice what's happening, they just seem to forget that you're right there, while they're at it constantly, *sighs* what's the point? they make you so jealous that you don't have that, you don't have someone there beside you to hug you or make you smile, to make you feel speacil and so loved, and you start to think that you'll never have that, never that you'll be alone for the rest of you're life, from there you except it, and you start planning out you're house, with the room for the cats, so then you're loved by them only because they know that you give them food, then you die by your self and no-one finds you and the cats get hungry and they start to eat you, the perfect existance of you're life, and yet in this no-one notices that you're hurting inside, that you're crying infront of them, but their too diluted with their own sex drives that they don't fucking care, you want to tell them what's wrong but you can't tell them, you can't tell them you're feelings cause you're scared that they'll turn round and say that you're just being silly, and that half way through talking to them they ignore you...what type of friends are they? and you can say the same for me, i should be happy for them, and i am, and i know that they have to get time by themselves and i give them it....but it's hurts and they can't see it