10 results for 'sadness'
...take some time each day to help other people. Even though I don’t know who authored the following tale, I thought that it would be a good thing to share with everyone.
After my morning classes at SFU, I spotted a man sitting outside all alone, shivering, pale and with a look of sadness in his eyes.
I asked him how he was doing, he responded, “Cold and alone. I miss my wife.” I walked away not knowing what to say or do. About a block later I found myself walking into a Starbucks on the corner of Seymour and Hastings. I went in, purchased a grande coffee and a... (more)
whilst we waste our
b r e a t h the meal ordered took too long someone takes their l a s t cut down ~ bloodied holes that pierced the skin or sliced with steel paper thin he refused to carry weapons his crime? wrong place ~ wrong time
on a cold and stony road she lies gasping for her final breath hit by one who drank ~ who swore he didn't see her car, she wore no safety belt
alone in an empty lane ~ forgotten old feeble, slouched on cold brick walls his organs failing from abuse his begging plea no longer heard
he's old he hears them whisper ~ had a good innings,... (more)
draped the angel sleeps the cold of stone not felt beneath surround her not with pity she no longer feels her pain blind to acts of cruelty deaf to words of hate
as on earth an angel once again
do not weep your tears though your heart may break as you stand before her rest a marigold where she lays remember not her sorrow her soul now free to touch
the face of the stars
brush the dirt away from her so she maybe cleansed from those that caused her death sit and talk with her a while and you will hear her plea
I sleep, I ask ~ no tears be shed... (more)
... suspicious of all people until they prove me wrong and am less friendly than I could be. And yet I see how this way of being is not helpful to the greater good. Amplified and replicated it is not protective but isolating and when people are truly isolated they lose a part of their humanity. So as Seamus (or whatever his real name is) pledges to be more compassionate, I will too. If nothing else but to repair and strengthen the connection to and faith in fellow humans. Of course this will not undo what has happened and it may seem small. But otherwise there is just sadness and fury.(more)
Time slips away
I know I can not rewind this gift
I cry out to this senseless universe
Longing to hold in my hands
One last moment when life
Was as I knew it
You were here with me...
We never know what time
Will steal from us
We must treasure every second
Speak all the unspoken emotions
Left behind unsaid
Unlittered by this cancerous evil...
If I had known
I'd drench us in joy
Hold every second in
The palm of my hand
Played in all the colors
Drowning us in joy... (more)
...son is a nice lad, except that he has too much sex in him and he’s too violent and he can’t romance a girl to save his soul, and he comes across as an unsympathetic person…” The list goes on. What did I do wrong in raising these kids?
After the initial Shock, Anger, Denial and Sadness routine—and these are all important for you can’t short circuit the cycle of change, and every stage needs to be respected and endured, however painful—well, as I was saying, after the SADS routine, you get down to re-writing, right? What else can you do? And this could happen (a) right... (more)
Tears fall, sliding down the cheek like small torrents of rain. Sadness, deep and wrenching...taking hold of the soul and holding it captive.Loneliness, profound and all encompassing...surrounding the life force in totality.Fear, looming behind the insecurity and pain...it haunts me.(more)
When darkness falls and all was lights so lonely,
A child left torn, yearning for mother’s song.
That grief within his heart will sojourn so long.
Yesterday’s laughter, he can recall merely.
For tomorrow he will face life solely,
In search of the lost home, where he belong,
Waiting for someone to lift him up along,
To feel the love he desire and smile truly.
What people see in him is a mask of mirth,
As after everyone leaves, fadeth to sorrow,
Disguising a lost soul against the cold.
And those lamping eyes hold pains... (more)
But as the years have ticked by, I've found handkerchiefs indispensable since grief, in one form another, is bound to enter your life.
There doesn't seem to be a way to avoid it although I think we all try. It comes in so many forms that if you're living a life at all, you'll be confronted with this emotion.
There is the grief of a broken heart - probably my first taste of despair and it comes along with puberty. It's wrenching, blinding, irrational and exhausting. And sort-of fun in a masochistic way. It's the pre-cursor to the grown-up heartaches of ruined relationships, divorces... (more)
A mere thought enters my open and wounded heart.
It begins to grow thicker and thicker,
Like a bacteria in a Petri dish, it grows and festers
Taking over the wound as it’s new home, its new acquisition,
Stolen, and conquered like barbaric warriors take over their spoils,
Like fierce ants that feed on a corpse
Till its hollowed shell crumbles and disintegrates into dust
Then is swept away by a brisk and cold wind.
I shout at God for help,
And then I beg for relief from this hunger, this burden of thoughts
That pounds me into... (more)
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