Me

When it hurts at night, a pain not in my sight, can you feel the light for me?

If the rain falls softly pounding on the door, still count as a downpour?

I move alone, the path I choose, what do I loose, see me go by?

The pain I carry is inside, why prove the pain to you for me to survive?

I know what I feel, no need for you to feel it too.

Your pain is the one I will share with you.

So what can you feel and must it be real, come on whats the deal?

How it came to me is not what moves me, that it’s not you, you see?

Is it just a soft sound or a sigh in the night?

Yours, mine, its alright, I will carry on till it’s light.

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combatrider commented on Me

01-08-2012

Too many times, the best in man is what they are made of.

am2anangel commented on Me

01-03-2012

This piece speaks of great loneliness. But also of great compassion. Compassion for another person not to feel the pain and loneliness you're feeling. I have one along these same ideas called 'forget me'. Check it out if you would. well done. -Tonya

combatrider

01/03/2012

thank you, believe me I will. Your insight is amazing.

combatrider

01/03/2012

can you be my friend, I don't know how to do it right?

combatrider

01/06/2012

I did, wish we were on the other side. Thank you for looking at some of my poems. They may be a little silly or vague but they make babies smile, enough for me. Thank you.

combatrider commented on Me

01-02-2012

I have always said poetry was a bunch of words. When they go together then you begin to see what it was meant to be. The sound, the feeling, the way it can make you recognize and remember, my poems make babies smile, try it.

ESSENCEOFLOVE commented on Me

01-03-2011

Being alone as a choice is a gift. Being forcibly alone is a curse because companionship in it's many forms can make life refreshing and enjoyable. I really appreciate your honest voice and your personal truth. thank you for sharing........E

combatrider

01/03/2011

Your words sound just like a poem I wish I had written. Thank you for hearing.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

combatrider’s Poems (50)

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Whispers of The Past 0
A Good Deed 0
Reality 0
"Might Have Been Me!" 0
Life Start of a Little Person 1
You Looking Yet? 0
"I Knew That Place" 0
The Only Way 3
A Way to Tell 1
What Can I Say? 1
Him 2
Abuse 1
Only the Lonely 1
A Story Told Never Grows Old Before Its Time 1
Not Mine 3
Happy or Sad, Only You Can Choose 4
Don't see me, listen? 3
Why Would I? 2
Sassy 0
An Ode to Those 0
What Was the Work I Started? 1
Resolution 0
Don't matter to me, does it? 0
How to Fix the World, My Thoughts 0
You Made It 1
As it Seems 1
Relativity 1
It'll Be Better 0
Me 4
Truth of a Nature 1
...maybe..... 2
Who was .......... 1
As if 2
A little breeze 1
Whether Changes 3
Make it Right 1
JUDGEMENT 1
He was Me 1
And what if? 2
RACE 2
Wasn't Me 2
Might Be, Might Be 2
WHat I GoT To DO 0
Right? 2
How do You Choose? 0
Confused 4
If Only I 1
True Story, No Answer 1
Watching the Sleeper 4
Tricks and Lies and Such 4