Re: If There is a Truth in this Pain -- Poetry Grace and Insanity

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Date Posted: 10:34:10 02/23/00 Wed
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: Re: If There is a Truth in this Pain
In reply to: Paul B. Geisert 's message, "If There is a Truth in this Pain" on 19:14:57 02/14/00 Mon

this line:
"how many angels do you think you'll find swimming at the bottom of a bottle of sleeping pills"
is my fave.
this piece seems a bit darker than your usual.
good to read.
i love dark. (strange that i am)
and i am so glad you grace these boards with your work.

Thanks,

Leisa*)

> And so she thinks that she deserves to bleed,
> After all what is love if not some dark consuming need
> And she must be evil for she finds a way to destroy
> everything within her touch
> Until she can't be happy within the sunshine without
> crawling back to the darkness she has come to trust
> And I call her beautiful, a truth I know she throws
> silently back at me
> Says I've never seen her, I'm just in love with a
> picturesque fantasy
> She asks, how many angels do you think you'll find
> swimming at the bottom of a bottle of sleeping pills
> You're always trying to give me wings, but there are
> so many demons I've yet to spill
> Do you think your heaven could ever be enough to lift
> me from my hell
> Sweet boy you're so naive, you've never even noticed
> the thousand locks upon my cell
> With that I took a sharp knife and drew it softly
> across my skin
> As the first bright droplets fell, her eyes I gazed
> silently within
> Do you think that I bleed any less truthfully than you
> do
> Just because you haven't heard me scream, don't think
> that I can't love you
> And you can wish upon yourself forty more years of rain
> Thinking there is some truth you can only find in
> these moments of pain
> But I refuse to believe you are getting any closer to
> an answer by wrapping yourself in this shame
> You can use yourself as an excuse all you want, but
> you can't always take the blame
> The truth is we all are beautiful when we give
> ourselves the opportunity to be
> And I can't stop you from bleeding, only you can set
> you free
> But I think you know you deserve so much more than the
> darkness that's become your favorite place to hide
> And every answer you've ever sought is there once you
> learn to trust the heart you hold inside
> I paused and let her eyes sink to the small red puddle
> on the floor
> If there is a truth in this pain, I said, it just may
> be that we don't belong there anymore

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