Scipio-the-elder

what are words that can describe the way i feel they seem so small against what i know is real what adjective should i use to bring my pain to life so that all might see this invisible strife i have searched in many books to find a proper noun but i have found nothing quiet right to match feeling with sound there isn't enough punctuation in all the writings that I've read to emphasis more the hurtful things that have been said Silence now seems appropriate Now that there are no more words to say I will live quietly And simply go about my way

They dream of better times as they huddle in the darkness Cramped in their cell they search for a weakness in their cage In the past they had reigned supreme Creating havoc with his hurt and rage Now locked away, they can only hope that fortune will smile their way That he will give in to impatience and become irate Because it is way down deep That the demons lie in wait.

I need my pain, it makes me who I am My pain sharpens my focus and clarifies my perspective To deny my pain would be to deny myself I will not seek to dull my pain or lessen its impact upon my life It has built my character and fortified my resolve To dilute my pain would be to weaken my very foundation. I would not trade my pain for any blissful ignorance Before my pain, I was a stranger to myself with no sense of what I was With its bright light, I have peered into darkness and realized that  I am not an empty shell I am marred because of my pain My once untouched heart has been blasted by its heat but made stronger Through my

One more chapter in another person’s book A few lines to sum up what I mean to them and it’s off to the next page Footnotes provide short testimonials to real emotions that otherwise get lost between the lines. But for the most part our time together is reduced to a concise series of events. Sometimes there is a whole chapter devoted to me Other times, barely a paragraph between husbands Searching for my name may yield multiple pages Or just that one sentence mentioned after the ex and before her current interest Occasionally I am the one that got away Usually connected to the thought, “if only I could love him more

A part here and part there leaves a heart less whole. How long before it becomes fractured beyond repair? I just won't let myself be You don't understand who I was supposed to be So much more. So much more. Someday I will fly Far away and above the chaos Where hate and anger have no form There I will be free to be who I am Until then, I will give all of myself to those who need me. I save nothing for the return

What would you have me be I change according to your whim once we loved and now I have become your friend to be what you need, I limit what I am to you Despite this, I seem to not have your respect should I yell more or force myself upon you do I search out that man and fight so that I may fulfill my role surely with all pent up frustration that would be easy However none of this is in me I make do with your accidental touches my heart leaps when you feel the need to hug me and linger for just a moment and when all else fails, it is your smile that gets me through I still look to the time when I could love you without guilt when

Oh death how enticing you are simple peace you give to those whom you embrace no more troubles and no more pain an end to our struggle to win this race though a high price is to be paid for this gift that you give fore we must forsake our future if we choose not to live this future we cannot foretell it might bring us joy or deliver only pain a choice between a cold certainty or the chance that we may overcome our stain Oh death won't you spare me one more year and keep your gift of ignorant bliss there are so many wonders in this world that I would truly miss though your offer is tempting and I may yet call out your name fo

lessons learned the hard way lead us to who we are you find out what your made of when you dare to go too far show me your bruises let me see your scars i wont turn away from you if you show me who you truly are so open up your heart and let in the pain because there is a certain beauty to a marred and battered thing

Everything Must Go Heart Soul Smile Memories Love Sale of a lifetime Everyone stand in line Great deals to be had First ever sale of its kind Here it is folks who wants a piece of my heart It's been used and used but it still works A little worn from wear and scarred from over use But it makes a great investment after you work out all the quirks My soul was a rental It was never really mine So long as you don't tell You can take over payments at any time What is the going rate for a smile How much would you be willing to pay All you have to do is listen to me And I can come up with one any ole day Can you place a value o

From Christopher To Christopher September 4, 2006 Hey man, just thought I would check in with you and see how your doing and to maybe remind you where you have been.  I hope your doing good by now and if your not I hope that you haven't lost your heart.  Yeah I know it's hard to keep on going when everything seems to be wrong but you really do deserve happiness.  I just want to remind you that you did your best.  You loved when your head told you not to and despite all I hope you still do.  By now the decisions that are pressing on me will be made either by me or for me but I hope you aren't like that.  I hope you take hard decisions head