I work for Walmart so please understand my pain!

The 12 pains of Walmart

1. bitchy customers
2. over crowded aisles
3. blocked aisles because of customers inconsiderateness
4. too much freight and not enough space
5. Stupid questions like "Do you work here?" like the the walmart vest is a trendy new style in today's fashion world!
6. Bratty kids crying because they dont get thier way and scream it all over the store!
7. Rude customers who need to buy a few manners
8. Customers without a clue! "Where is this...?" Right there lady, look to your left, Duh!
9. Customers not ever looking where they are going when exiting an aisle
10. Customers who feel it necessary to use ALL the aisle to walk down in or shop!
11. Having to work Xmas eve when i had to work thanksgiving while everyone got it off, therefore screwing my regular days off up.
12. Interruptions! Interruptions!

i tried to kill the pain

but only brought more

i lay dying

and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal

i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming

am i too lost to be saved

am i too lost?


my God my tourniquet

return to me salvation

my God my tourniquet

return to me salvation


do you remember me

lost for so long

will you be on the other side

or will you forget me

i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming

am i too lost to be saved

am i too lost?


my God my tourniquet

return to me salvation

my God my tourniquet

return to me salvation


my wounds cry for the grave

my soul cries for deliverance

will i be denied Christ

tourniquet

my suicide

This was posted on my group. Found this a beautiful message. Hope you all like it. This is really what the holidays are about, not this materialistic BS. Jesus is the reason for the season. Perspective is everything.

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One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the

country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.

>They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be

>considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father

>asked his son, "How was the trip?"

>"It was great, Dad."

>"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.

>"Oh yeah," said the son.

>"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.

>The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a

>pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that

>has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the

>stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the

>whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have

>fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they

>serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around

>our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."

>The boy's father was speechless.


>Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."

>Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if

>we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what

>we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have, every single day --

>one day at a time.

Well Thank God Thanksgiving is over! One major holiday over, one major pain in the ass to get through next! So How was your day? Hopefully not as depressing as mine was...

Apparently so....

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Am I Wrong?

So many things needed to be said,
So many things needed to be known
I may never again get my chance
A war wages between my heart and soul.

All I wanted was you beside me,
All I wanted was to feel you there,
All I wanted was to know you still care,
All I wanted was to have you fight for me,
The way I tried to fight for you,
The way I believed our friendship true.

Your silence speaks volumes
And I am left disillusioned once again.
Alone I fade, alone I die.

Am I wrong?

By ShadowPoet
4/4/03

She sits in the shadows
Silently and without song, she watches.
You've shut her out in the cold,
You see her but don't know that she is there,
Cloaked.
You think you are safe,
Just wait.
She will rise again to join the pack.

Back to the shadows in silence she goes.
Wounded by your trap,
You've poached her soul
Stripped her heart clean.
No remorse,
Just cruelty you display.

And yet you remain oblivious to her absence.
Her species is endangered but not extinct.
Yet in some far away forest glade, she sings,
Cloaked still.
Listen closely to her haunting song
And know it is she who sings.

By ShadowPoet

Brainfarted again.

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You've sailed your ship on winds of belief, the horizon has decieved you,
Disillusioned, you wade in the rivers of relief, hoping for a better view,
This ship of fools has sailed and run aground,
Your heart has left you gagged and bound,
You swim a thousand voids to salvage what is left of the wreckage of your soul,
Swimming straight into a whirlpool of emotion, drowning you whole,
You're underwater, let the flood begin,
Drowning you over and over again.

You seek but do not intend to find,
A calmer ocean or a sun that will never rise
You watch from dry land while waves crash against your stone heart,
Nothing will seperate you from your burdened mind, it tears you apart,
Hand on your chest you make a solemn vow,
You will live on, infinity waving now
Abscence is the answer, it serves as your shade
A bell tolls for your heart and this lonesome song never fades.

Exiled into the sea of infinity, why is eternity forever?

By ShadowPoet
3/20/03

Melancholy Sky,
Why do you cry?

Is it because the wind, he could not stay,
Left nothing but dark clouds in your way?

Melancholy Sky,
Why do you sigh?

Is it because you feel jaded,
Lost in a vortex of loneliness you've created?

Melancholy Sky,
Why do you die?

Is it because you ended up too high,
Is it really time to say goodbye?

Melancholy Sky,
Don't you weep and sigh.

In you lies sunrises and rainbows,
The Promise of a New Day itself bestows

By ShadowPoet

Piercing demons screaming in my head,
You're not good enough, you're better off dead.
You're not worthy, nobody will ever love you,
Life is meaningless, nothing left to pursue.
Your a loser, you deserve to be dead,
Always running behind, never getting ahead.
Invisible is what you are, nobody sees you,
Better throw away your illusion, get a damn clue.
Your friends are all scattered, you'll always be alone,
The name on your tombstone will still be "Unknown".
A good person and friend is what you try to be,
Your efforts go unnoticed, they are just too blind to see.

Running from demons whose thrill is to haunt me,
Running from demons whose purpose is to taunt me.
A monster in the closet, one under the bed,
No sense in living when inside you are dead.
Running from the loneliness that invades my soul,
I give up running, let fate take it's toll.
I cannot change the direction in these winds of fate,
Silence! Screaming demons abate.

By ShadowPoet

Yup more shit crapped by me!

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Weeping Willow, enough with the tears,
Weeping Willow, enough with the fears.
Weeping willow, dry your eyes,
Weeping willow, stifle your cries.
Weeping willow, nobody cares,
Weeping willow, nobody dares.
Weeping willow, nobody sees,
Weeping willow, everybody flees.
Weeping willow, nobody loves you
Weeping willow, what else is new?
Weeping Willow, it's all in vain.
Weeping willow, hide yourself again