Final Curtain Call

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  1. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    Her curtains' fall
    her life play is done,
    and out in the hall
    rings a single shot from her gun.

    No more fear or shame,
    nor pain or crying.
    No longer feeling guilt or blame
    as she lays there dying.

    And now there she lay
    but a heap on the ground.
    Finally a memory she'll stay
    as others come to gather round.

    Oh God! She didn't!!
    Dear Lord! How could she?
    Was it a life, or a minute?
    Doesn't matter! Now she is free.
  2. Melancholy

    Melancholy Well-Known Member


    Stay safe, Carla
  3. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    am i that woman?
    i need to be right now
    to let the emotions
    take their last bow
    in the hot running blood
    to leave a mark
    someone can understand?
    what made me so dark
    am i that woman?
  4. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    Sit very still my friend
    and look up to the sky tonight.
    Search with love in your heart
    and you'll find a new star burning bright.
    It burns with brillance made
    from shedding itself of pain and fear,
    and it will burn eternally
    with love for ones once dear.
    So sit very still my friend
    and look at the sky tonight.
    My search for peace has come to an end.
    And is shared with you within that star's light.​
  5. brokensoul98

    brokensoul98 Well-Known Member

    hey my friend ...still with me? step at a time...
  6. You've got a great way of expressing yourself - even in sadness. I like all the poems but especially the last one - it sounds like peace/resolution/being in the moment - acceptance (?). It reminded me very much of how I used to feel, and even though with some melancholy - thanks...
  7. titanic

    titanic Well-Known Member

    Don't let the thorns get you down sweetie xx

    "Of Roses and Thorns"

    A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully.
    Before it blossomed, he examined it.
    He saw a bud that would soon blossom.
    He also saw the thorns, and he thought,
    "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant,
    burdened with so many sharp thorns?"
    Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose,
    and before it was ready to bloom, it died.
    So it is with many people ...
    Within every soul ... there is a Rose.
    The "G-d-like" qualities planted in us at birth,
    growing amidst the thorns of our faults.
    Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.
    We despair, thinking nothing good can possibly come from us.
    We neglect to water the good within us,
    and eventually it dies.
    We never realize our potential.
    Some don't see the rose within themselves ...
    It takes someone else to show it to them.
    One of the greatest gifts a person can possess ...
    is to be able to reach past the thorns and find the rose within others.
    This is the truest, most innocent, and gracious characteristic of love -
    to know another person,
    including their faults, recognize the nobility in their soul,
    and yet still help another to realize they can overcome their faults.
    If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns.
    Only then will they blossom,
    and most likely, blooming thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold,
    as it is given to them.
    Our duty in this world is to help others,
    by showing them their roses and not their thorns.
    It is then that we achieve the love we should feel for each other.
    Only then can we bloom in our own garden.​
  8. brokensoul98

    brokensoul98 Well-Known Member

    When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
    When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
    When the funds are low and the debts are high,
    And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
    When care is pressing you down a bit-
    Rest if you must, but don’t quit.

    Life is queer with its twists and turns,
    As every one of us sometimes learns,
    And many a failure turns about
    When he might have won had he stuck it out.
    Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-
    You may succeed with another blow.

    Success is failure turned inside out-
    The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
    And you never can tell how close you are, it may be near when it seems so far;
    So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
    It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

  9. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    If I were a painter
    I would paint my reverie
    If that's the only way for you to be with me.

    We'd be there together
    Just like we used to be
    Underneath the swirling skies for all to see.

    And I'm dreaming of a place
    where I could see your face

    And I think my brush would take me there
    But only....

    If I were a painter
    And could paint a memory
    I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be
    with you.
    I'd climb inside the skies to be with you.

    Norah Jones

    I miss you too much Gerri, so wait in the sky.
    I will come to you and miss you no more.
    I feel the pain, but not a single tear left to cry.
    Soon I too will be a memory
    And then again you can welcome me at your door​
  10. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    One day I will drive down the road
    to a place where my fate and destiny will unfold.
    I have pains too deep to ever be told
    and anguish that I hoped my children would never behold.
    In years I am still young but my mind and body so old
    and to the demons my very soul has been sold.
    To others I have become but a burden to unload.
    They show no caring but rather they are spiteful and cold.
    My final actions will be swift and bold
    and into peace I hope that I will be pulled.​
  11. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    To see me you'd believe all is quiet and well.
    But my heart holds and tells a different tale.
    For it holds anguish and pain of an unthinkable scale
    and my lips no longer have the words to tell.

    My mind once eager to love and learn
    is now torn with racing thoughts that never end
    and with my very soul I can no longer defend.
    It has fallen into it's own Hell to suffer and churn,

    So I must stop the anguish and pain
    before it takes over my once beautiful heart.
    By ending my life it is really the start
    of a peace that I seek and hope to forever remain.​
  12. This is really very good, though also so very sad..
    You have a strong way of expressing your terrible anguish, you make it understood...
    And I love the way you rhymed - didn't notice it until I read it again. It's so unusual, but very effective - it makes it even more poignant, like a refrain of the first line in each stanza.
    Maybe your lips no longer have words to tell, but your soul does...
  13. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    Thanks FAL but the soul is dying too.
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  14. I have felt very much the same in my own universe/life (sigh). It was the most indescribable pain I could fathom. In fact, I don't know why I'm still alive...

    I feel for you... and your soul still speaks volumes, even in its terrible agony. My heart goes out to you

  15. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    I sit and think of when I first came here.
    So many came and helped wipe away my tears.
    But now as time has slipped on by,
    it is so very lonely as I sit and cry.
    I cry for all the pains I shared.
    I know I shouldn't have , but yet I dared.
    I cry because I am so alone now
    As I prepare to take my final bow.
    No one there to hold my hand
    As I venture to find peace in an unknown land.
    My friends were the best while I was here.
    But now I take only the memories to hold dear.
    So alone I came this caring safe place
    And alone I leave with new tears upon my face.

  16. "I know I shouldn't have, but yet I dared."...

    You did, bravely and beautifully!

    I'm selfish in that I don't want these last words of yours to be the last I read from you. Can you continue expressing??

  17. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    In my mind...
    thoughts of things others are afraid to see.
    Terrifying memories of how my life used to be
    and ways to end them all and set me free.

    In my heart...
    just a flicker of a flame that once burned bright.
    An overwhelming dread that nothing will ever again be right
    and a prayer that I will not awake after each night.

    In my soul...
    burdens that have ravaged and turned me old.
    Pains, agonies, tortures and heartbreaks untold
    and an unbearable fear of the future yet to unfold.

    Inside me...
    suicidal urges that rage so strong.
    But held by the rest of society as wrong
    and the question, "How much longer must I hold on?"

    just an ordinary person that has been badly hurt.
    With suicide attempts I continue to flirt
    and to the rest of the world I'm nothing but dirt.​
  18. (I'm in the rest of the world, and I do not - see you as dirt)

    That's another terribly powerful poem, in so many aspects - I love the rhyme, and the descriptions of each of your parts - even though the sum of those parts does not make you whole as they should. The very first two lines really struck me - summing up so simply yet effectively how the world could see us - but rather all too often, chooses not to... :sad:

    I'm also (selfishly I suppose) glad that my previous wish came true - though I know you're in great pain. Bloody Catch-22...Blessing and Curse...

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  19. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    Why does abuse follow me?
    Like a dirty shadow through my life.
    All the things he did, couldn't he see?
    I was only trying to be a loving wife.

    The words the fists and repeated rape
    The beating that caused the loss of our 1st born one,
    All hung on me like a heavy cape
    Does he see or care that all this can't be undone?

    It haunts me as it lives inside me so deep
    And I know I'll never be rid of it.
    It is with me all day and when I'm asleep
    Knowing his anger was a fire a I lit.

    His anger and rage were my doing.
    I tried so hard from questioning eyes to hide
    But it is me the abuse keeps persueing
    And until my death with it I shall abide.​
  20. itmahanh

    itmahanh Senior Member & Antiquities Friend

    The gentle touch of darkness
    as it caresses across my skin.
    The weaving path of a single tear
    as it gently falls from my chin.

    The thoughts that were once silent
    now awake to race and tumble.
    Inside my head that houses them
    they begin their constant rumble.

    The vast heavy but empty void
    that has settled deep inside my chest.
    Offering an unnerving wrenching feeling
    that I shall never find peace or rest.

    My legs begin to twitch
    that quickly turn into shakes.
    My arms, my neck, my head,
    my very soul then quietly quakes.

    I so badly want to talk to someone.
    A soul that would listen and care.
    But the words are much too painful
    so I sit alone and do not share.

    My friend darkness has yet again
    got its overpowering hold on me.
    It offers me one feasible option set me truly free.​
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