I was cut off from the world. There was no one to confuse or torment me, and I was forced to become original.
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There was no one near to confuse me, so I was forced to become original.
quote by Joseph Haydn
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What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
The Difference Between You And Me....
perhaps we have the same vices,
we write to confuse, but we drive some points,
like nails on sandalwood,
not those rusty ones that make the sound
of 'trying hard'
we are original in these, competing only with
our own syllables,
we may have the same vices
i may have written all those words to confuse
but mine is a series of stairs
leading to the door to the room to the window
to the skies
and then everything i am is gone
but you do not notice it
you think that i am still the chair and the table
the napkin and
the spoon.
my wings are hands
my hands are winds,
my mind are planes,
my soul a boat,
what i write are mirages
you see, you cannot touch.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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War was forced upon mankind in his original civil and social condition.
quote by Elihu Root
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Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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To tell something original.
She says, you are not original in what you are telling me
Any janitor in your office can always say that seeing that
It is different. I am original in this. I am feeling something.
I am original in this feeling and you do not feel it that way I see these things.
I am leaving you. It is the first time I am feeling this. It is this first time
That I am telling you. I am original. I have long searched what words to use
To tell something original.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
quote by Thomas Campbell
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Jimmy Kane
Jimmy kane cant sleep at night
Sex in pain
Keeps me alive
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
Yeah
Youre to blame
For everything
Sex in pain
Keeps moving me
Keeps me
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
You cant confuse yourself
They make you know what else
You cant fake it
You will never make it
Yeah
song performed by by Muse
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Copies are different originals
I take after my father but not his original.
I take after my brother but not his original.
Replicas are themselves original.
03.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Originally Yours
challenged to be
original
i quit. i am not
original i am a xerox
copy of
another mind
i am a duplicate
of another carbon
copy
i am an imprint
of another zealousness
i use other people's words
i listen to
every syllable
and they all stay
inside my heart
like decanted
mass from acetic acid
from coconut
wine.
i am not original
i look at myself
in the mirror
i am not original
but i put on a smile
i am too
one kind of
a handsome
copycat.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Very few people are original. There's very little original anything out there. Because to be original means you have to stand alone.
quote by Susan Powter
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Before The World Was Made
If I paint the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And your lips more scarlet
Ask if itll all be right
And its mirror after mirror
No vanities displayed
Youre just looking for the face you had
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
And if I look upon you now
As though I have my view
With the earth beneath your feet
And heaven up above
Would you think me cruel
After everythings been said
Youre only looking for the face you had
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
And if I paint the lashes dark
And your eyes more bright
And your lips more scarlet
Ask if itll all be right
And its mirror after mirror
No vanities displayed
Im just looking for the face you had
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Your original face
Before time and space
Your original face
Before time and space
Your original, original face
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
Before the world was made
song performed by by Van Morrison
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No thought is original
Some are original, some inspired,
Some copied, some reproduced,
Some modified or expanded
The original itself is the seed
Of one’s impression of events.
Nothing is original.
New born is not the newborn.
It is the extension of the fused gametes.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Are Original
We are all original,
We are all unique,
Let the Lord bless us
When we close our eyes to sleep.
Let us prayer for world prosperity
And also world peace.
We are original,
We are unique.
Copyright 1998 & 2010 Suzae Chevalier
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Confused
You confuse me
You used to take my breath away
Every time you siad hey
Now you confuse me
My head spins
I don't know where you been
But now I know what to do
And it has nothing to do with you
So when you call me next time
Just keep of mind You're' done confusing me
poem by Haley Fisher
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A replica too is original
Maybe he takes after his father.
He cannot for that be his father.
The replica resembles the original
And is original from the original.
Don’t brand any as copied
27.03.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just let Go
I knew of torment once
so long ago, was that me back then
suffering in pain, I was forced to do things
I could never remember
I was forced to be someone
outside of my own
I don’t like to say
or remember back then
how it hurt me to even just breath
the agony you feel the pain unreal
how can a child bear witness
to this torment and pain
to be torn into two
like a rag doll of old
the memories are real
they made me a women of today
but to block out the terror
the screams and hands
that lay waste to my soul
its more than I can bare
its more than I can say
how to make you understand
the innocence of a child
taken from them without remorse
without regret and the child not knowing
she was too young to know
of the horrors drawn from her that day
not understanding she would live
she would breath only to live her life
like a zombie instead
but the torture of living
and breathing each day
was something she learned
alone in the dark never really knowing
all she had to do was reach out and touch
loved ones and friends
So where do you say
you know agony and pain
have you lived through a year
of torture and pain
Have you been held so tight
you can’t breathe you can’t move
you move to your left your crushed real tight
you move to your right your crushed tighter still
then a hand covers mouth
stopping you to scream or shout
then hear every day don’t tell or be dead
I’ve walked away from this memory of old
and I've learnt to be strong
and just let it go
poem by Kaila George
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Feminism is dated? Yes, for privileged women like my daughter and all of us here today, but not for most of our sisters in the rest of the world who are still forced into premature marriage, prostitution, forced labor - they have children that they don't want or they cannot feed.
quote by Isabel Allende
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I Dont Want To Change The World
Standing on the crossroads, world spinning round and round
Know which way Im going, you cant bring me down
Dont you try and teach me no original sin
I dont need your pity for the shape Im in
Chorus
I dont wanna change the world
I dont want the world to change me
I dont want to change the world
I dont want the world to change me
Tell me Im a sinner I got news for you
I spoke to God this morning and he dont like you
You telling all the people the original sin
He says he knowsyou better than youll ever know him
Chorus
You know it aint easy
You know it aint fair
So dont try to please me
Because I really dont care
Dont tell me stories cause yesterdays glories
Have gone away, so far away
Ive heard it said theres a light up ahead
Lord I hope and pray Im here to stay
Tell me Im a sinner I got news for you
I spoke to God this morning and he dont like you
Dont you try and teach me no original sin
I dont need your pity for the shape Im in
Chorus
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Pessimism for Babies
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
We scream—torn from the womb in discontent.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
No matter the calmant the doctor tries,
A guttural growl bellows as we vent.
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
We are helpless infants, forced to comply—
Forced to understand a life of torment.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
Our faces beam bright red. We are untied—
Cut from the cord that provides nourishment.
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
We are ripped out by our feet—held up high.
We hang there—exposed and indecent.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
The saline streams of tears soak in our eyes.
The first moment of life makes us lament.
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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