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Empty Tears

Linora Low — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 18:01:52 +0000

Yes, when I am down, i tend to write poems… I found another one that i had kept hidden in the closet. But when you all read it, think of a tree that is crying rather than a person, instead. Just to give a different feel. Imagine it cry as we cut it down to pieces and it cries out in vain.

Empty Tears

Coldness as it outlines It stains the sides One single drop rolls down Is it a drop filled with sadness, sorrow, hurt or joy?

It hurts, it’s painful The ache is swelled up The lump grows and multiplies Is it a piece of sadness, sorrow, hurt or joy?

The gutter bitterness Is nothing but a constant agony, It nags and gnaws from the inside Is that gutter sadness, sorrow, hurt of joy?

Do you not hear me when I hurt? Do you know when my heart breaks? Do you even care, that it aches? …..Why is there, no one that cares.

What is the purpose of shedding even a drop? Why cry at all when we have these emotions? It’s sickening and sad… For all anyone knows… They are nothing but… Empty tears….

Distorted Tears

Linora Low — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 17:45:26 +0000

A poem I had written long ago, which I’m feeling the situation now…

Stream of tears Follow the delineation of her cheeks Stream of fears Smirch her mind

In her own world She cries In her own tribulation She enjoys

Comfort found distantly Now even further Song of dejection Ever so close

Anger mixed with hatred Happiness no where proximal Stains of hurt Embodied deeper

Abandoned is she Alone is she Happiness aviates Sorrow is embraced

Freedom is savored in pain Stigmas of grief Tears uncured Distorted are the tears

Everything is a lie…

Linora Low — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 15:10:57 +0000

Do you ever have one of those days that you feel everything is a lie? The place you grew up in, the floor that you walk on and once crawled, the flight of stairs that you occasionally run up for several reasons, the people around you, the air that you breath, the music that plays somewhat hauntingly on your media player… …they all just seem like a dream… Everything is just foggy life your confused mind on what is going on around you. The times when you once had good times, just seems like a very faded memory. All you see in front of you are just the bad things, just the pains, just the hurts, just the tears, which you don’t want to let go. Dammit, I want to cry but sadly my tear ducts are too proud.

The scenes of a happy smile, The times when there was laughter, The days all was ok… You try to see the good of it, you try to focus on some happy thought you had, but all your vision sees hate and unnecessary sorrow.

Those times, I just want to run away, away from all that is around me, away from all that I thought was real…

For they are nothing but lies….

I’m having a bad day…So let me share two songs that express my depression.

Deception..disgrace

Linora Low — Sun, 03 Jul 2005 02:53:00 +0000

Can you see the wounds? Can you see the hurt? Can you see the scar? Can you see the suffering? What do you see? A world that you once believed in… Is nothing more than an illusion to your soul… All that had seem true is like a broken orb The home you brought up in, The people who surround you, The places you went, The things that you have done, What have they all meant to you? What have they all been for? What was the purpose of it all? What is the point of keeping them? The mind is restless, Too easily amused by the lies of the world, It receives the lies, And take them to be true The eyes and touch of the human, Fails just as badly, For it touches and misses what it cannot have, And destroys what it wishes not to see. Each tear shed instead of cooling the skin burns instead, For that is where we are, Not in our own paradise But in actual truth our own hell, What a marvelous deception, For people to actually think they can redeem themselves, All supposed works of a man, Means so little if not nothing in the end… Riches they think they have now, Abilities they think they still sustain, Righteousness they think they should rightly claim, Happiness they think they have obtained, All of it is meaningless, All of it is a painful and despicable lie, All of it a deception, All of it is a disgrace. O God, With so much of deceit and selfishness in a human, How is it that You can still love us so? How is that You have redeemed us so? Let all man be liars Lord, And the Truth spoken in You, For in our midst of deception You have saved us with your unfailing and merciful grace

Drunk in emotions

Linora Low — Mon, 30 May 2005 17:46:00 +0000

My dear Father, Why is it my hands tremble, like I am in the cold winter? Why is it my mind feels like all judgment has been clouded? Why is that I feel cold all over? I am drunk in emotions…My dear Father, Why is it that my hands are clenched into balls of fists? Why it that I cannot see what is in front of me? Why is it that I feel numb like I’ve been placed in ice? I am drunk in emotions… My dear Father, Why is it I feel a tear trickle down my cheek, like the slice of a knife? Why is my mind in turmoil and I cannot speak? Why is it that I feel a black void, which seems filled with strife? I am drunk in emotions… My dear Father Why is it I feel an ache in my chest that will not subside? Why is it that where my answer was clear, it now seems faded? Why is it that I feel alone, rejected and denied? I am drunk in emotions…

You know there comes a time in every women’s life when emotions take hold and all that is reasonable just seems thrown out the window. This poem just happens to be one of those times and since I am ‘sober’ about it for now, choose to analyse why i have said all those words. It is a personal reflection, yes, but i also think it relates to others out there at times.

Emotions were given to us so that we have a special part of humanity. It is more so in women. I don’t want to look at it scientifically or as a woman. I don’t want to say, I am woman therefore i have a right to let emotions take over me just because I am more proned to them.

The times when all just feel so sick, stressed, sad, a pain, a failure and everything just seems wrong. It is at those times i want to just shout it all out. I want to scream and just lament, to my Best Friend. If i can’t do that, who can i turn to. If i turn to others, one i would disturb them and in the ends cause them the pain, and then there are others who will not understand, and then there are others i just cannot turn to. So who in the end, who can i turn to but my Friend. Who will just listen to my pain, confusion and laments? He’s there and He will listen.

” Record my lament, list my tears on your scroll are they not in your record?” Psalms 56:8

“Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me,

for in you my soul takes refuge.

I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings

until the disaster has passed.”

- Psalms 57:1

To Be Silent

Linora Low — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 16:18:00 +0000

Silent… When is it best to be? Silence… Whom for is it best? Do thou dare refrain, from sounding any noise? Do thoue think thou can, afford not any sound? To speak, better is it Or worse is it when thoue do? Hold back the temptation, restrain thyself from wars.. Wise be when thee utter, words from thy mouth, try not to stutter, broken will be what thou mean. Sigh ramblings yet again… of just something going through my head wish i would rather refrain from saying out loud… Get a grip girl and go back to work… How sad I be, that I may have to, speak to myself, over through my own blog… Back to work… back to work..

My Evenstar

Linora Low — Mon, 14 Feb 2005 17:33:00 +0000

The Evenstar What is inscribe on the back in elvish words One ring to show our love, One ring to bind us, One ring to seal our love And forever to entwine us. “…and she took a white gem like a star that lay upon her breast hanging upon a silver chain…” Four points, and seven stones, Clear,solid and pure, A song it sings from its radiant sparkle… A song of the stars, A love like no other, a giving of thyself to another for their love, a journey of two souls… I’ve given my heart away, to only one mortal man, It amazes me so, This love so precious… I’ve been given the ability to love, For He has loved me first, I praise Him so much for this gift, To be able to love another… The center stone is the rock, It represents all things held together, God is the center of the relationship, Thus all will be held in His knowing hand… This gift is from the heart, A heart I know that loves, One that will always sing the song, My Evenstar… It is mine to give to whom I will…like my heart - Arwen to Aragorn My evenstar

Why women cry..

Linora Low — Thu, 20 Jan 2005 14:11:00 +0000

Why does a woman cry? To express the love she carries inside, Why does a woman weep? To express the injustice she sees, Why does she tear? To express gratitude she feels inside, Why does she sob? To express the sadness she feels, Why does she bawl? To express frustration pent inside, Why does she sob? To express the joy she feels inside, Why does she tear? To express the hurt she feels, Why does she weep? To express the care she has for others, Why does she cry? To express how blssed she is that she can —————————————————————————— A little encouragement for my girlfriends who have it hard.. “Why are you crying?” he asked his mom. “Because I’m a woman” she told him. “I don’t understand,” he said. His mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.” Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?” “All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God; when God got on the phone, the man said, “God, why do women cry so easily?” God answered: When I made woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. This same sensitivity helps her to make a child’s boo-boo feel better, and share in her teenager’s anxieties and fears. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults, and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.” “You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.” It’s a tear for humanity.

Does it Matter?

Linora Low — Wed, 12 Jan 2005 15:10:00 +0000

It doesn’t matter if I cry It doesn’t matter if I fall It doesnt’ matter if I bleed It doesn’t matter if I hurt… What does it matter when one is ignorant? What does it matter when one has all? Are all that we have all that we will ever need? Are the goals we set enough to content us for all eternity? Dreams we have, are they enough to inspire? Goals we have set, are they enough to motivate? Who would care of what we achieve? Who would bother if we fail? Does it matter to anyone? Of our shortcomings or our blessings? In the end all of it doesn’t matter. All that we do and want All that we say and react to It all dissolves into in the end.. Nothing. Depressing it sounds, but there is a hope to count for, Even though it all sums up to nothing here, That nothing can be turned into something He sees all we do, He feels all that we feel, He will bother about you, He is the one that matters most of all, Our Father in Heaven, it began with You, Therefore it should always be about You, It has always been about You, And it is You that always matter!

Who am I?

Linora Low — Mon, 10 Jan 2005 06:13:00 +0000

Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth, Would care to know my name, Would care to feel my hurt, Who am I? that the bright and morning star, would choose to light the way, for my ever wondering heart, Not because of who I am, But because of what You’ve done, Not because of what I’ve done, But because of who You are.. I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapour in the wind, still You hear me when I’m calling, Lord You cath me when I’m falling, and You told me who I am, I am Yours, I am Yours! Who am I? That the eyes that see my sin, Would look on me with love, And watch me rise again.. Who am i? That the voice that calm the sea Would call out throught he rain And calm the storm in me… Not because of who I am, but because of what You’ve done, Not because of what I’ve done, But because of who You are.. I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapour in the wind, still You hear me when I’m calling, Lord You cath me when I’m falling, And You told me who I am! I AM YOURS, I AM YOURS! Whom shall I fear, whom shall i fear, I am Yours…. This is a song sung by the Christian alternative group, Casting Crowns. I fell in love with this song in particular cause i feel it brings a lot of meaning to me and I think it’s a good opening to the blog. Read the words my friends, and i think everyone can relate to them. Who are we, my good people..who are we, to be even called worthy?