[So apparently we already did pain as a topic. On January 3. Oops. Oh well. Here it is again.]
Ouch.
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After every school year
Comes the summer break.
After every day of tireless work
Comes a night of needed rest.
After every downpour
Comes the sympathetic sun.
Time and time again I’ve learned
In lessons passed and truth earned:
There can be no bliss
Without the soreness.
And still, in moments of pain
I forget the reason for rain.
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In the morning when I rise
I can feel it hovering over me like an anvil
Waiting to drop
And I know that today,
Today if I try to get up
It will send
pins into my psyche
And daggers into my soul
And kill me.
Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning.
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Acupuncture
A tiny little prick
In my foot
That’s for callousment
No tender foot here.
Next on my head.
Push, stretch, THINK!
Ouch.
And in the neck,
Not my will,
But thine.
Now I’m poked
Right
In
the
Eye.
I didn’t know they did that.
Eye single now-
We have an accord.
Growing up is like acupuncture-
It’s a bit painful.
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A Matador would so suit you
Do you kill all your sport so they won’t kill you?
Aficionados you bid charge your way,
But you gracefully send them through your cape
And with a wry devil’s grin,
You slide your weapon in
What a gory
Tragic story!
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Silence echoes through the empty heart
something is missing
in a love broken apart
leaves only the silence whispring
but silence like a storm
sweeps across my eyes
lightning strikes, fire is born
tears fall from the skies
a fiery cup of pain
drowns body and mind
in a scorching cold flame
peace, can I find?
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Funny Bone
Someone’s tapping my shoulder eargently
So I turn around in my desk to reply
And my elbow hits the back of the chair.
Ouch! Some people call it funny. Why!?
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Indiscribable is the pain
Of the dead child’s mother.
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as the body wakes
muscles cry out in protest
the body’s whiners
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it’s not so awful
when it’s your own
watching
another suffer
and you melt in
agony
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It hurts when it is
getting late and I still have
to write a poem.
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Pain
You feel the sting of the blade,
As it drags against your wrist.
You see the crimson blood,
As it flows down your arm.
You smell the saltiness of tears,
As they run down your cheeks.
You can taste the bile in your throat,
As it comes from the pit of your stomach.
You hear your muffled sobs,
As they rise from your chest.
You suddenly start awake,
Dazed and disoriented.
You feel the love of others,
As they ask you why you did it.
You see your wrist,
As it is wrapped in gauze and tape.
You smell the sickly smell of blood,
As its strong scent hits your face.
You taste your tears,
As they begin to flow.
You finally hear someone,
As they tell you that it’ll be ok.
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