This is one of the most personal poems if written its called BREAKDOWN Breakdown As I look at you it fills me with anger I feel the red start to take over My fists clenched tight I start to shake I fall to my knees and start to cry Why did it have to end this way Carrying this pain I don’t know what lies ahead Finding it hard to focus My mind is racing I feel the anger return with vengeance I wont let it end this way I cant let fear overcome me Hope is the only thing that drives me now As I scream my anger into the night I hope you know how I feel I hope you know the pain you have caused I strive to make things right I refuse to let this go By: Chris Grimm tell me what you think
You're hurt...You want pain in something else to let it feel yours. That's natural. But if on the other side of the room the person has their back to you, don't look at that.. Turn around...there's something so much better on the other side. Don't waste your time. Distract yourself and soon enough those distractions won't be distractions anymore. Let go of the anger by doing something good and filled of love...anything. Help a friend, by a xmas present for someone who doesn't have much...This is your world, make whatever you want out of it, but remember that time is ticking...and there is love to be given. <3
From the Pain may we beget Transformation. Transmit it into the Shape of your Choosing. Would you choose to reciprocate it then as Pain, knowing what that Pain was to you? Who can say where the final impact of our vibrations rests, regardless of where we aim? Eh? Can you feel that emanation, behind you now, the tidal wave? What will be left in its wake? Elements, elements, elements. Re-arrange! eMBeMLaHV!
nicely said. And you're right, but it also has a lot to do with how we cope...how we deal with the situation...that's our aim. That's what predicts our final impacts.
Short and Sweet Life is short. Why? Why is it so sweet and then taken away? Our ecperiences define who we are live life as a book and you will be remember as a book live it as an individual you are remembered as that indivudual short sweet and to the point... Life is hurtful. Why? So painful but never redemable our endurance ir our downfall the strong are taken advantage of and the weak are nothing painful but remembered short sweet and to the point... just one of mine let me know what you think
