It's taken me longer still to realize what a short span there is between those life experiences and the rest of your life. That's a job for the people who lived through it.
quote by Jeremy Northam
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Life's Not Always Fair
Life is the thing that all people have the right to,
But not all people have it the way they want it.
People take life for granted,
There's suicide, and homicide, People killing other people.
One thing I have learned is...
Life's not always fair, So deal with it.
Some people live and some people die,
Death is not always the answer.
The angels come down,
They take you away,
To what you think is the better place to be,
But you miss them...Family, friends, and being THERE!
You never realize what you have until it's gone,
Once it's gone then you realize what has really happened.
You cry and cry, You want to DIE!
People need to realize that, Life's not always fair
Don't die! Live life to the fullest!
And you will see, It can only get better.
No matter how bad things look,
Just realize one thing...LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS FAIR!
poem by Kristina White
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A Better Life!
Love, marriage and divorce and
Again love, marriage and divorce
Celebrities' way of life so goes on!
Artists, actors and big shots live
Life for satisfying their own needs
Unlike simpletons living for others!
Who is satisfied and has lived better,
Lived longer fulfilling life's objectives
And left the world in peace and bliss?
It is a mystery many follow many ways
And the experiences of their lives come
In stories of many magazines to know!
Simple living and high thinking life only
Of all perhaps in Nature is better, know!
poem by Ramesh T A
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People do not realize this, but my drug addiction was actually a short span of time. It was only for two years.
quote by Corey Feldman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Light That He Was Talking About
IT takes me months
to realize that
it was him who saw the
light,
HE stayed inside
the cubicles of his wisdom
I strayed
from the doors of my
prison
I chose to become a blue
butterfly
fluttering my blue wings
in the garden
of love (and lust as he sees
it)
I have chosen
a short span,
this perceived quality
of a life
well lived
in the beauty of my errors,
my truths,
my altruistic feeling that i have done
what i must do
They that command me
have found
the uselessness of their
mandatory lists
of what not
what ifs
what musts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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First day
I see you found my underground
Help yourself to guns and ammo
Nothing here has ever seen the light of day
I leave it in my head
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
song performed by by Brian Molko, music by Timo Maas
Submitted by Simona Enache
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To Tick With A Tocking All Of Our Clocks
Not too often,
But I do become quite amused...
By those who read my work,
And immediately have their perceptions of me.
Who I am and the life lived I pursue.
I am a writer and 'sometimes' I infuse,
My experiences lived.
But I am not an isolationist...
Observing life within limitations.
I have the ability to empathize,
With others unknown but do see.
I also listen to others as well...
With a focused attention.
Without that focus being centered on me.
I am not a self obsessor.
I am also a creature of curiosity.
An adventurer scouting out life,
And what life offers me.
And with a pad and pen with imagination too?
Well...
The environment is a canvas I observe.
To describe what is there existing.
Although there are times when people refuse,
To see themselves the way I do.
And believe it or not,
What is revealed to us all...
Has the capability to tick with a tocking,
All of our clocks.
With refusals to believe.
And denials to be heard to go on none stop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Man Young And Old: XI. From Oedipus At Colonus
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span;
Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man;
Delight becomes death-longing if all longing else be vain.
Even from that delight memory treasures so,
Death, despair, division of families, all entanglements of mankind grow,
As that old wandering beggar and these God-hated children know.
In the long echoing street the laughing dancers throng,
The bride is carried to the bridegroom's chamber through torchlight and tumultuous song;
I celebrate the silent kiss that ends short life or long.
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say;
Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day;
The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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None of It Is Embellished
Go ahead assess and evaluate.
What I know already,
Has been lived.
If you wish...
You can interrogate.
I do not walk with sensitivity,
Expressed or exposed on my sleeve.
Trust me,
When you are finished...
The truth as I know it,
You will not believe.
Every breath of it,
I did breathe!
My sisters and I have been extremely blessed.
You have no idea of our challenges and tests!
I choose not to look back.
Moving forward I prefer.
If I stopped to critique my life like you are...
I would have long been less grateful!
And disillusioned by a life,
I realize now I more than deserve.
When I say I am thankful and blessed...
There is not a movie or book,
That could pieced together my experiences...
To emotionally express them in proper context.
With complexing twists and turns.
Laid out with suspense and drama...
To heighten the effect
Whatever the investigations taken,
I have not lived my life...
To satiate your sensations.
Trust me!
None of it is embellished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't Everyday One Makes An Order, And Throws Out The Past
It isn’t everyday one makes an order, throws out the past
Goes through the piles of old papers
And sees here a missed opportunity there another time of life
Which one has long forgotten
Throwing most of the business papers away
And holding on to most personal things
One finds letters one did not answer
And dreams one did not begin to realize
Pictures are most painful
People no longer here
Loved ones in youth
Oneself as one was and will never be again
A life in these things
And almost gone
Cancelled bank books
Money one had once and no longer has
Love and people who were once one’s whole life
And are now strangers
The children
In so many different ages and times
The children no longer children
The past too too much past
Weighing me down with grief and despair
Asking myself how I can go on and for how much longer
Before someone else has to deal with the mess
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Life Has Become What It Is
It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.
But as age creeps upon me rapidly,
Those many experiences I've had...
That are now lived as fact,
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
No longer do I feel,
I have a need to make adjustments.
Or explain to anyone,
What it is I 'have' or 'have not' done.
The proof has been in my doing.
Whether negative or positive,
Or with feelings felt that were indifferent.
My life has become what it is.
And I enjoy it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We have no time to laugh
In the broadfield of life
We find only pain and sorrow
Those who pose to be joyous
Are laughing at themselves
Let's think what is there to smile
A short span of life?
Sixty, seventy, probably hundred years
Is not enough to make us joyful
As we have to present our account
Before Him
In such a short period
We can't do much to please Him
Then why should we be happy?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Good try
Ego is to be satisfied
At every stage you must be lied
Each and every law must be defied
Then laugh at others and wrongly justified
If so then it should not be groomed
If so life is certainly to be doomed
It may bring down your entire empire
Less people may remain with you to admire
You may be your own prisoner
You will be isolated sooner or alter
You will not be able to set free
You will be tied and unable to flee
You won't know when time may pass
Up to this time people might have known your class
You are most hated person but not told on face
Time may soon fix you in unavoidable chase
Try to free from bondage
Still you have time left in age
If you can alter the cycle
You can still avoid the embargo and troubles
Only brave people may be spared
Foolish people may live under and dared
That time may be short lived
Not everything said may be believed
Life may soon be reaching dead end
You will be surrounded by no friends
It will speak of futile enterprise so far
But then you have gone too far
No time to trace back and confine
Life span is already lost and defined
What ego has to do now for bidding good bye?
To come in sense before time may be worth good try
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bad Side Of The Moon
(bernie taupin/elton john)
Published by songs of polygram international - bmi
Seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
It seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
There aint no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Foolishness Of Fear
The only people who miss,
The living of a different life...
Seem to be those who recognize,
The foolishness of fear.
With beliefs a better life lived,
Is to do it making decisions...
To live in divisions with avoidance.
And when it dawns upon them,
Experiences they could have had...
Were by them dismissed.
A process of 'what ifs' begins.
And aging for them is not done,
As gracefully as they wish...
With too much time lost to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cityscape Dynamic Differentiated
afternoon alive valid life lived
people personalities experiences
beauty seldom seen appreciated
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Not Trying To Sell This
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.
Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.
I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!
I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.
That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is life?
What is life? This gives me a big problem!
What is life? More difficult to write in a poem!
What is life? Bewildered and confused me a lot.
What is life? How much you say it is short!
What is life? Different people have different opinion,
What is life? Among people nothing is common.
What is life? No one satisfied with the conception and definition!
What is life? Every one is leading a life of dissatisfaction!
What is life? A bottom of depth-less deep,
What is life? Who dares to fathom it?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Life of My Death
My only difference
Between life and afterlife
is my death
My only triumph
upon the whole universe
is my death
My only freedom
of thoughts from mind
is my death
My only distinction
from the angels and devils
is my death
My only decision
after all my decisions
is my death
But death is short-lived
and the thing that pleases me
is my death
Life always presents span
and the shortest spanned
is my death
I can grasp everything
but the thing out of my bounds
is my death...
08-03-2008
poem by Usman Hanif
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No Longer Afraid!
the day you
wake up and realize...
you no longer have
any reason to pretend,
that you have nothing
of value left to lose,
that you cant change the past...
that the people that love you,
love you in spite of yourself.
that the people you hate
are just reflections of you.
that life cant be possessed,
and is not about possessing.
that what you leave behind
is your heart... nothing more!
that death is not the enemy,
not the end, but comes to all...
then you become...
no longer afraid!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Comforting Beliefs
A life intellectualized,
Is not a life lived.
I am here to experience it.
This life!
And that is the only prerequisite,
And qualification I need.
With certain degrees of satisfaction,
I try to achieve to please.
But to succeed?
That depends on my own,
Comforting beliefs.
And those are the experiences,
With a few repeated...
That ultimately brought to me peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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