Topic: Pain

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only...

By Paul Laurence Dunbar
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04 December


I sat on the front step with the clouds covering the rays And as I surrendered to the moment I realized the sun doesn’t always shine Sometimes your parents don’t work it out like they promised they would Most times your skin doesn’t resemble that of a porcelain doll And often...

By Breanna Marchand
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29 September


I do loathe the rain, blissfully falling to Earth, In a short thunderous burst yet upon impact, No feeling of Pain. No one would miss a single silent-- Drop of Rain ~ Ambiguous within the mist, living without a name. I wish I was Rain -- part of a swarming Grey Gang. Nothing to lose. Nothing to gain. Or maybe...

By Leland K. Kennedy
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28 September

“O Christ! My fit is mastering me!”

O Christ! My fit is mastering me! What the rebel said gaily adjusting his throat to the rope-noose, What the savage at the stump, his eye-sockets empty, his mouth spirting whoops and defiance, What stills the traveler come to the vault at Mount Vernon, What sobers the Brooklyn boy...

By Walt Whitman
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16 January