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Showing posts with label Sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sorrow. Show all posts

Friday, January 18, 2013

Somebody Get Me



Somebody Get Me
By M.R. ClueUin


I'm not a puzzle, I'm not confused.
Why not get to know me, you got
nothing to lose. I'm not brown sugur
I'm not gonna melt. So just try to understand
try to help.

Sumebody get me
Understand who I am.
I leave clues like there
bread crumbs.
My heart on my sleeve is heart felt.

Sometimes people judge. I do too.
But I kept my mouth shut, act like
I don't have a clue. Because what I feel I don't say.
Nobody gets me anyway.

Somebody get me.
Understand who I am.
I see everything you see.
I just have a wider pan.

Sometimes I think strange thoughts
at night wondering if I'm really alright.
Death, disease, disharmony, sometimes
I think; "Is it just me?". I need a sounding board somebody to trust.

Is that asking much?

Somebody get me.
Somebody understand.
I'm only human on the outside.
People make me feel like a
stranger in a strange land.

Somebody get me.


Written on 1/5/2012

Monday, June 28, 2010

If only my tears I cry were diamonds.

If only my tears I cry were diamonds.
By M.A.R A.K.A MRClueuin



It's useless you know,
to cry. To sob, to go
into hysterics.

Oh, yes it's cathartic.
It calms the nerves.
Gentles the fragile
soul. But for all
and all completely
useless.

I've sobbed, cried, moaned.
Curled up in a ball, lying on my
bed, or soaking in a tub.


Still, totally useless.


It doesn't pay my bills,
get the rent out on time,
it doesn't even stop or
change time.


Oh, if only my tears I cry were
diamonds.
If only they were worth their
weight in gold.
If the price of dying a little inside
was worth the price!
I could pay off my sorrow in millions.

I could cry away worry about tomorrow.
Buy a minute or two of peace and relief.
Make my friends happy and my enemies
Nash their teeth in jealousy.

But I cry my tears and my sorrow is
still holding on with it's teeth.
Like a rabid dog it doesn't know
better. That it's acting like my
worse enemy.

If only my tears I cry were diamonds.



Wow, yeah! Your probably wondering what bought that on. Well my Dad, Charles R.,is dying. Due to some complications with his over all health. He's got Senior Dementia, can't swallow, and now he has pneumonia. This and add up other things that are going on with my life and you can see how hard it is to remain my sharp and chipper self. To all others who don't know what I'm feeling, I wish I could apologize for being such a downer but it's not going to happen, sorry that's just the way I feel right now. Peace.