"The sound of the rain at midnight, and the songs the storms create, are quite likely the most beautiful sights ever seen by man, and endowed by his Creator."-Dennis Dodd (10/26/1992 - )
This is a quote based on real life experience. If you don't understand it's full meaning, then it's obviously not for you.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Pain
What is pain?
I know pain.
I experience and suffer through it every day.
But, do you? Pain is when you cry,
Pain is when you're sad,
Pain is when you cut, and bleed,
Pain is a form of mental pain that's unescapable by any means No matter how hard you try,
Or beg, or fight it,
You just simply can't
It's so overpowering that when it hits you, you're paralyzed,
That's all you can do,
Is just suffer through it And if you struggle, it only gets worse,
And the pain just increases,
Until you can't see, or hardly breathe, or even think So, I still question whether or not people truly understand the meaning of pain,
Because I'm guessing they haven't even experienced sadness,
For sadness is the originator of all sorrow and pain
-Dennis Dodd (10/26/1992)
I know pain.
I experience and suffer through it every day.
But, do you? Pain is when you cry,
Pain is when you're sad,
Pain is when you cut, and bleed,
Pain is a form of mental pain that's unescapable by any means No matter how hard you try,
Or beg, or fight it,
You just simply can't
It's so overpowering that when it hits you, you're paralyzed,
That's all you can do,
Is just suffer through it And if you struggle, it only gets worse,
And the pain just increases,
Until you can't see, or hardly breathe, or even think So, I still question whether or not people truly understand the meaning of pain,
Because I'm guessing they haven't even experienced sadness,
For sadness is the originator of all sorrow and pain
-Dennis Dodd (10/26/1992)
Life
Life
Some people go through it
Innocent and cheerful,
They will never know my pain
Or agony, sadness, or sorrow
That I go through every second of every day
They will never know,
What it's like,
To have to go through each day
Wondering if they'll make it tyo the next.
Or have to question,
The love of those whom they hold so very close
They will never
Have to endure through
The suffering of losing a loved one,
Or then loss of a friend
They will never
Be able to comprehend
Anything I've been through
And while they act like they care
They really don't,
Because that's all it is,
It's one big act,
And I have the lead
They will never
Have to experience,
Heartbreak, being cheated, and always being lied to
Or even a little emotional turmoil
But in the end,
I know that,
It's a part of life,
And so I have to accept
Just accept it
Accept and try to move on
Hoping, and wishing, and praying,
Tommorrow will be better
But, of course,
It won't,
And I will suffer eternally
Why?
Because,
It's called life,
And we are all an active participant,
In this game
-Dennis Dodd (10/26/1992)
Some people go through it
Innocent and cheerful,
They will never know my pain
Or agony, sadness, or sorrow
That I go through every second of every day
They will never know,
What it's like,
To have to go through each day
Wondering if they'll make it tyo the next.
Or have to question,
The love of those whom they hold so very close
They will never
Have to endure through
The suffering of losing a loved one,
Or then loss of a friend
They will never
Be able to comprehend
Anything I've been through
And while they act like they care
They really don't,
Because that's all it is,
It's one big act,
And I have the lead
They will never
Have to experience,
Heartbreak, being cheated, and always being lied to
Or even a little emotional turmoil
But in the end,
I know that,
It's a part of life,
And so I have to accept
Just accept it
Accept and try to move on
Hoping, and wishing, and praying,
Tommorrow will be better
But, of course,
It won't,
And I will suffer eternally
Why?
Because,
It's called life,
And we are all an active participant,
In this game
-Dennis Dodd (10/26/1992)
Thursday, July 26, 2007
We
We hide because we want to be found,
we walk away because we want to see who follows,
and we let our hearts get broken to see who cares enough to fix them
we walk away because we want to see who follows,
and we let our hearts get broken to see who cares enough to fix them
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Why We Love Them
Why do boys fall in love with girls?
1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo.
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
3. How cute they look when they sleep.
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
6. How cute they are when they eat.
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.
8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.
11. How cute they are when they argue.
12. The way her hand always finds yours.
13. The way they smile.
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the your cell after you just had a big fight.
15. The way she says,"Let's not fight anymore," even though you know that an hour later....
16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.
17. The way they kiss you when you say,"I love you".
18. Actually... just the way they kiss you.
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.
23. The way they say,"I miss you".
24. The way you miss them.
25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.
Yet, regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world doesn't matter; they become everything to you. When you look them in their eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt.
1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo.
2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
3. How cute they look when they sleep.
4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.
5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
6. How cute they are when they eat.
7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.
8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.
9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.
10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.
11. How cute they are when they argue.
12. The way her hand always finds yours.
13. The way they smile.
14. The way you feel when you see their name on the your cell after you just had a big fight.
15. The way she says,"Let's not fight anymore," even though you know that an hour later....
16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.
17. The way they kiss you when you say,"I love you".
18. Actually... just the way they kiss you.
19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.
21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.
23. The way they say,"I miss you".
24. The way you miss them.
25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.
Yet, regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world doesn't matter; they become everything to you. When you look them in their eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt.
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