"I KNOW"
Emotions rain overflows the windows to your soul
Forging rivers slowly down your face
Emptiness too small a word, to describe the echo heard
Lingering inside this hollow space
And the hurt it shows the way it grows
Feeding on your heart
Your mind searches through every clue
Of how it got its start
(chorus)
I KNOW what you’re feeling
I KNOW what’s inside
Emotions stirring deep within a memory you hide
Days of pain squeeze tightly
Ears numb from silent screams
Nowhere to run and losing sight of all your cherished dreams.
Silent rocking all alone while on the edge of time
Wondering how long this all will last
Hope is keeping up with stride, yet kicking at the hurt inside
Pain revealed creeping forward from the past
But the line of time doesn’t fit the rhyme
It circles round instead
The battle here is all too clear
Picture perfect in your head
(repeat chorus)
Still emotions rain overflows the windows to your soul
Forging rivers slowly down your face
I want to let it be known, that you’re not alone
Hope is something that we can embrace
Now the pain and fear throughout the year
Are signs that you’re alive
If you take a chance on the circumstance
You’ll know you can survive
(different chorus)
I KNOW what your feeling
I KNOW what’s inside
Emotions over whelm the heart, fight them off ah man you’ve tried
And oh someone to confide in
Just don’t know who
I turn to God every time I felt the same way too.
Written by: Ray W.
March 1995 ©
A collection of short stories (The Boys of Gruberville), poems, lyrics, and thoughts of Ray Winkleman. - - All contents of this Blog are protected by Copy Right Laws. All rights reserved. © 2013 *Comments Welcomed and Encouraged - Especially Constructive Ones*
About Ray
- Ray
- North East Ohio, United States
- Good or bad, I encourage everyone to post comments (constructive critics prefered) about what ever you may read below. I'm no great writer, but I have fun with it. Hope you enjoy. Editors NOTE: For the record...I have included some poems that I wrote while being in sad/dark places. Writting down those feelinigs and thoughts would help get perspective on being sad. So I included them just to say, if you have ever felt this way, you are not alone. Write your own feelings down. Read over them and maybe share them with someone you love/who loves you. Don't let it bottle up.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
RHYME AND REASON (found in an "UNUSED" suicide note)
Okay so let’s be clear once again. This is an old poem that, at the time, I “NEEDED” desperately to write to allow all the thoughts, pain, and hurt escape. It was 1995 and I WAS “feeling” very much alone and empty. I learned several things after writing this poem. I learned how to escape pain by expressing it. I learned that there were (and still are) people who love me and care deeply (and who cried when they read this because there was a friend in such pain). I learned (and often re-learn) that God’s love is such an incredible knowledge to have and hold in your heart. Hollow is not possible when you have the Spirit of God sharing space with your own. I learned that with this I wanted others to see that they were not alone either. And to tell them that God loves them too…right where they are…no matter what they may have ever said or done in their life.
Please remember that “UNUSED” is the key word here. And you may identify with some (much or all) of this poem, please read the last 5 words a few times to know where I am now, and where you can be too.
Thanks for your time. Here now is:
“RHYME AND REASON” (found in an UNUSED suicide note)
HOLLOW STARE / HOLLOW SOUL – NO SENSES LEFT, I’M NUMB
WANT TO SHARE / LOST CONTROL – I CAN’T, THE WORD IS MUM
SUICIDE NOTE / FROM THE LIVING – CONTRADICTION IN TERMS
BUT I WROTE / SO I’M GIVING – TO EVERYTHING BUT THE WORMS
HOLLOW BREATH / HOLLOW SCREAM – HEARD SAID TO ME, “CHEER UP”
THINKING DEATH / WISHING DREAM – BUT PEACE IS NOW CORRUPT
WANT TO FADE / DISAPPEAR – EXISTENCE NOT ENOUGH
THOUGHT I PLAY / CAUSED A TEAR – WELL SOMETIMES LIFE IS ROUGH
BEYOND SAD / FAR PAST HURT – SEEMS VOID WOULD BE THE WORD
CELL OF PAD / DRUG INSERT – LOOK DOWN AT FLYING BIRD
MAKES NO SENSE / MIND NOT FULL – OF ALL THE USUAL “BLAH”
CONSEQUENCE / OF THE FOOL – FAIL: IT’S AGAINST THE LAW
ALL WHO READ / LOVE TO YOU – CRY NOT FOR FALLEN SON
PLANT A TREE/ MAYBE TWO – IF EVER, DEED IS DONE
NO MORE “Q” / NO MORE “A” – LEAVING THEM IN THE PAST
AS FOR YOU / THIS I PRAY – AND HOPE YOUR PAIN WONT LAST
“NOT ALONE” / SONG THAT PLAYED – SAME TIME FELT EMPTINESS
WANTED PHONE / RING TODAY – AND TAKE AWAY THIS STRESS
WAS NO CALL / FOUND A PEN – SAT DOWN, THESE WORDS I WRITE
STARE AT WALL / OH AND THEN – ALONE I WEPT THAT NIGHT
WRITING DOWN / WITH EACH LINE – SOME PAIN HAS GONE AWAY
STILL A FROWN / SMILE NOT MINE – WAS WORN THROUGHOUT THE DAY
HOPE YET LOST / BUT HOW LONG – BEFORE A WAY IS FOUND
SPARE THE COST / OF EACH SONG – A TEAR FOR EVERY SOUND
MAYBE YES / MAYBE NO – THIS POEM WILL FIND A USE
WHO CAN GUESS / JUST DON’T KNOW – THE ANSWER'S TOO PROFUSE
AND THEN SAID / FROM THE HEART - “LOOKING FOR THE OLD THEE”
BUT INSTEAD/ MY OWN PART – WAS WANTING TO BE FREE
WELL IF SO / “FOUND” AND READ – PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS PART
IS BLAME? “NO” / ALL’S BEEN SAID – NO LONGER NUMB IN HEART.
Written by: Ray W.
September 14, 1995 ©
Please remember that “UNUSED” is the key word here. And you may identify with some (much or all) of this poem, please read the last 5 words a few times to know where I am now, and where you can be too.
Thanks for your time. Here now is:
“RHYME AND REASON” (found in an UNUSED suicide note)
HOLLOW STARE / HOLLOW SOUL – NO SENSES LEFT, I’M NUMB
WANT TO SHARE / LOST CONTROL – I CAN’T, THE WORD IS MUM
SUICIDE NOTE / FROM THE LIVING – CONTRADICTION IN TERMS
BUT I WROTE / SO I’M GIVING – TO EVERYTHING BUT THE WORMS
HOLLOW BREATH / HOLLOW SCREAM – HEARD SAID TO ME, “CHEER UP”
THINKING DEATH / WISHING DREAM – BUT PEACE IS NOW CORRUPT
WANT TO FADE / DISAPPEAR – EXISTENCE NOT ENOUGH
THOUGHT I PLAY / CAUSED A TEAR – WELL SOMETIMES LIFE IS ROUGH
BEYOND SAD / FAR PAST HURT – SEEMS VOID WOULD BE THE WORD
CELL OF PAD / DRUG INSERT – LOOK DOWN AT FLYING BIRD
MAKES NO SENSE / MIND NOT FULL – OF ALL THE USUAL “BLAH”
CONSEQUENCE / OF THE FOOL – FAIL: IT’S AGAINST THE LAW
ALL WHO READ / LOVE TO YOU – CRY NOT FOR FALLEN SON
PLANT A TREE/ MAYBE TWO – IF EVER, DEED IS DONE
NO MORE “Q” / NO MORE “A” – LEAVING THEM IN THE PAST
AS FOR YOU / THIS I PRAY – AND HOPE YOUR PAIN WONT LAST
“NOT ALONE” / SONG THAT PLAYED – SAME TIME FELT EMPTINESS
WANTED PHONE / RING TODAY – AND TAKE AWAY THIS STRESS
WAS NO CALL / FOUND A PEN – SAT DOWN, THESE WORDS I WRITE
STARE AT WALL / OH AND THEN – ALONE I WEPT THAT NIGHT
WRITING DOWN / WITH EACH LINE – SOME PAIN HAS GONE AWAY
STILL A FROWN / SMILE NOT MINE – WAS WORN THROUGHOUT THE DAY
HOPE YET LOST / BUT HOW LONG – BEFORE A WAY IS FOUND
SPARE THE COST / OF EACH SONG – A TEAR FOR EVERY SOUND
MAYBE YES / MAYBE NO – THIS POEM WILL FIND A USE
WHO CAN GUESS / JUST DON’T KNOW – THE ANSWER'S TOO PROFUSE
AND THEN SAID / FROM THE HEART - “LOOKING FOR THE OLD THEE”
BUT INSTEAD/ MY OWN PART – WAS WANTING TO BE FREE
WELL IF SO / “FOUND” AND READ – PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS PART
IS BLAME? “NO” / ALL’S BEEN SAID – NO LONGER NUMB IN HEART.
Written by: Ray W.
September 14, 1995 ©
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