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All Unsaid
If you were here now
Then i would tell you
Then i would force you
To make your choices
And get out of my way
chorus
Just scream
But there's no one there
To hear or hold your hand
I'd rather talk to you than
Leave it all unsaid
It's all unsaid it's all unsaid
Don't run away now
It's not my choice
Don't try to make it feel that way
Did all i could but
Your heart is empty
So i won't let you win
Refrein:
Just scream
But there's no one there
To hear or hold your hand
I'd rather talk to you than
Leave it all unsaid
It's all unsaid
Hey
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Liberty Sought For All
Words keep filling my brain.
I rarely write them down.
Because as soon as I empty my head.
Words start filling my brain again.
I can never empty my head.
For there remains too much unsaid.
Poignant thoughts, enlightened ideas, ideals.
Waiting for a poet to bring them to heal.
Words. Words. Words. Words. Words.
Whirling Whirling Whirling Whirling Words.
Waiting for a chosen moment, of precise creativity.
Waiting for a special moment, of ordained existence.
Waiting to transform
a corrupt materialistic world.
Waiting to put compassion
back into heartless hearts.
Waiting to restore love
vitality freedom and nobility.
Waiting to herald a new age
of heaven sent realized liberty.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Rosy Dream
This is for you,
Did pencils ever write
unwritten paper
empty blank
broken moment
unsaid poems and little words of fear
This morning of our affection
we spill our emotions
through the glass of wine
of ordinary hot words....
and walk through the shore of sand
sea shore is now empty....
a rosy garden
where roses fall silent
at the gaze of the moon,
where the night falls in a rosy faint, and snow
like a' ruby 'drops....
In the morning of our belief
in the faces of stars
like a kiss of words
we rely upon,
the streets remain empty
and our watches break again...
our skies sing
in a painful breeze
we miss our little song
Did paint ever portray
unspoilt canvas
empty hands
idle colours
rest
In the morning of singing song,
whistling
birds.....
poem by Thampi KEE
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Tragic
(a. bell / v. clarke)
Speak. spell.
Whats that word again?
In. out.
Of my head again.
Clear. cut.
Charmed Im sure again.
Merrity!
I wish for thought.
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid;
Theres no truth in whats said.
Cloud. fog.
Looks like rain again.
Glass. wall.
Looks could kill again.
Clock. face.
Half past two again.
Turn again.
And how time flies.
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid;
Theres no truth in whats said.
Dream. world.
In my pawn again.
Hot. cold.
Fingers burn again.
Teardrop.
To the floor again.
Cruelty.
How real is real?
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid
Theres no truth in whats said.
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid
Theres no truth in whats said.
song performed by by Erasure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Disciplined
like a disciplined cat
he sits on the chair
on a motionless scale
staring at an empty
breakfast table
an empty cup
an empty bowl
on those empty hours
she expects him to say
meow
but he didn't
in an hour he left and
tells the wind about it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dead Silence
silence overcoming silence
nothing spoken nothing said
all you hear is the cold bitter sound of the
wind from the fan brushing against the phone
and on the other side nothing but silence
as if there was nothing but death...harsh, brutal death
words unspoken, unsaid
minds blink
clear from all thoughts
all they hear now is there hearts racing
like two dragcars -vroom vroom-
but yet there was still silence
there was nothing spoken nothing said
nothing but harsh brutal silence
words unspoken
words unsaid
silence overcoming silence
is all there was
poem by Mari Velazco
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Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
I feel like I could run away
Looking at a darker day
Oh Im pulling the shades away from my eyes
Its true the moody manners come and go
And its better that you never know
Some things are better left unsaid
Some strings are better left undone
Some hearts are better left unbroken
Some lives are better left untouched
Some lies are better off believed
Some words are better left unspoken
My ideas seem to frighten you
Are you really that afraid to move
Oh I guess that its your right to reason
Im still dealing with a force thats so strong
The force is stringing us along
song performed by by Hall & Oates
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Dont Know Why
I dont know why, was getting so good with us,
I dont know why, was getting so good with us,
I dont know why, was getting so good,
Was getting so good with us.
I dont know why, was so good with us.
The rooms so empty, the rooms empty without you,
My bodys so empty, the worlds so empty without you.
I dont know why,
I dont know why,
I dont know why,
I dont know why, twas so good with us.
You left me, you left me, you left me without words,
You left me, you left me, you left me without words,
You left me, you left me, you left me without words.
You bastards!
Hate us! hate me! we had evrything you...
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Dont Know Why
I dont know why, was getting so good with us,
I dont know why, was getting so good with us,
I dont know why, was getting so good,
Was getting so good with us.
I dont know why, was so good with us.
The rooms so empty, the rooms empty without you,
My bodys so empty, the worlds so empty without you.
I dont know why,
I dont know why,
I dont know why,
I dont know why, twas so good with us.
You left me, you left me, you left me without words,
You left me, you left me, you left me without words,
You left me, you left me, you left me without words.
You bastards!
Hate us! hate me! we had evrything you...
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Words
Words on this paper
Words in my head
Words while I'm texting
Computing
Unsaid
Words between people
Words on the phone
Words upon words
Even when I'm alone
Words from the Bible
I question
Don't mesh
Words from pornography
Making them flesh
Words with flat letters
Written in black
Good words and bad words
You cannot take back
Words that are shallow
Words that are deep
When they're too many
They put me to sleep
Words that I'm writing
And rhyming you read
Whatever I'm saying
There's prolly no need
Words from the alphabet
Words that can't be
When you are blind
And it's Braile that you see
Words that are worthless
And said on the fly
My words or your words
Are most likely lies
Words in a sentence
Wise words or fair
The only words earnest
Are those said in prayer
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
poem by Sara Fielder
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The sentence of love...
Many thoughts live inside my head,
Yet quite often they go unsaid.
So many thoughts that were not spoken,
Were they merely just a token? ...
Were the thoughts that meant the most,
The ones I never got round to post?
Have I missed the chance to save us all?
I think the chances must be small...
For if those thoughts meant so much,
We should find a way to stay in touch.
Thought understands feelings in a way,
That mere words could never convey...
And just because these words go unsaid,
Does not mean to life that they are dead.
For special words have meaning so true,
The words I'm thinking of are 'I love you...'
So although the words I don't often say,
May not be heard each and every day.
When the sentence of love my head does start,
You shall live forever in my heart...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Will You Still Be There?
How many lives have been shaken
Cos a few simple actions were not taken
There will be a time, time for the next world
Cant let the feelings be left unsaid
Chorus
Will you still be there when the night comes
The glorys over and the chill comes
When the night comes, will you still be there
Will you still be there when the night comes
Will you still be there?
When the world seems to fall apart for us
When all the hope has turned to desperation
How can we torture, torture the ones that we love
Cant let the feelings be left unsaid
How many hearts have been broken
How many have been broken in two
Cos a few simple words had not been spoken
Not been spoken, no, no, no
Theres a need to know that were wanted
That were wanted yeah, yeah, yeah
Theres a need to know you care
Need to know who cares for you yes we do
song performed by by Howard Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm Writing to the Wind
I'm writing to the wind
The words drift from my mouth
They dance and mix about
Then lose what they're about
I'm writing to the wind
To say I stand alone
To let the people know
I came and then went home
I'm writing to the wind
Because no one seems to know
We're nearly almost at the door
Where no one want to go
And if the wind says no
I think I'll understand
The wind just comes and goes
And seldom makes a stand
The wind can pass me buy
Or stay awhile to linger
The wind can never die
Or rise to point it's finger
The wind goes on and on
Around the world forever
Unless it comes to find
It's a sad and poor endeavor
For after we are gone
The wind will just be flying
'Ore empty barren plain
We made as we lay dieing
poem by S. Michael Downs
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Day Of The Dread
Day Of The Dread
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, March 4,2012, @ 12: 20 PM
Rose red yet no one speaks for the dead
The blind was foolishly led
No place to lay my weary head
No one listens to the words I've said
Empty is my lonesome bed
Hanging on by a thread
Happiness hopelessly fled
By bliss I was misled
All the books I never read
So many words left unsaid
I thought I was happily wed
Precautions I should have taken instead
The heart hungers unfed
Broken it hides in the shed
Buttered both sides was my bread
The spirit bashed against the bulkhead
Lifeless it rests on the seabed
Nothing it has left to look for ahead
Unfastened fitted bedspread
For lines I never proofread
Sweet words listened by the dread
Arms were always outspread
Forgiveness I once pled
Gold has turned to poisoned lead
Rivers run red
Letters immediately I shred
Shorten are the wings I spread
Sour now is the sweetbread
Descending on a paper sled
Burdens get over fed
Prepared woefully to unwed
Needles now unthread
Ascending struggles the moped
Blues turn a bloody red
Words often misread
Never should I have let you into my head
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Life Goes On!
behind the well lit window,
the coffee pot churns.
doors open and close,
and hair is combed.
in silent hurry,
the day laid out,
life goes on, life goes on.
things left unsaid,
perhaps a note.
the brush in passing
through the tangled hallway.
the tv news, grey anvil tongue.
eyes squinted, life goes on.
while on a vacant corner,
in an empty house
neath a burned out bulb,
nothing gathers in shadows...
prayers fall on deaf ears.
an empty bed, and the shelves are bare,
nothing rhymes nothing,
life goes on!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Welcome to Your Long Dying
Welcome, to your long dying-
Unsaid words, empty gestures
The substance you always searched for
Was never real, and you discover
We will all be dying alone
Of grief, of the faux, negligible existence
Everything taken away at the end
Dark holocaust swallow us whole
And strangle the last sound we make
Welcome, to nights of tremulous tears
Inside the winding cloth you've made:
The teeming brain's multiforme emotions
The day you were born, an empty place was created also
You were never too rare or special to die
The train whistle announces you've been left behind
To contemplate your impersonal end
We are clothed of the same dust
All arrows point in the same direction
Both the high and low road are a mobius strip
Eternal life, but a dream of dimensional matter
Held for a short time in bondage-
Time on any scale is nearly invisible to us
Welcome, to your long dying
Which is but the first breath of non-existence.
poem by Patti Masterman
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I'll Be Back
Messages come, and make us suffer
A letter comes, and keeps on asking…
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty
The one's I trust
A form of rose
Has written me this letter
And has asked me
Someone's breaths, Someone's heartbeat
Someone's desires, Someone's smile
Someone's dull mornings, sleepy evenings
Lonely nights, unsaid words
Longing arms
And have asked her
Longing eyes
That...
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty
The ones with love
My best friends
Have wrote and asked me
My village, my people
Old trees, White clouds
Green grass, my soil
My celebrations, my religion
My farms, my land
My parents and
My wife has asked
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this country is lonely and empty
Sometimes a motherly river's letter comes by
And brings along
My childhood days, my games in the backyard
My mother's support, being protected
My mother's lullaby, the softness of her hands
The desire in the eyes, the worries in her words
Hard on the outside, Lovely from the inside
Acts my mom
And asks me in each letter
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you my lap is empty
Hey the passing wind tell me
Will u please do a little favor for me?
Go to my state and salute to my friends
In that state there's a road
Where my wife and kids live
Just tell them that I love them
Just tell them that I love them
Further down that road
Is my old mother
Just touch her feet and
Say my name in her ear
Hey the passing wind
Just to my friends
My wife and kids,
And my old mother
Send them this message
And tell them that…
I will come home
I will come home
The promise I made to…
My soil
To its colorful nature
To my mother lap
To my blossomed flowers
And to someone's heart…
I will fulfill it
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
poem by Kiara Davar
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Unspoken
Sliding gently into silence,
Words are sucked dry,
Lie like dried insect husks
Divested of meaning.
Sounds lost in the chaos.
The noiselessness deafens.
Whistles screaming into oblivion.
The empty space between the lines,
These words unsaid yet explicit,
That swivel around the unspoken.
In that split of time, that void,
The inablity to unwrap, voice,
We are separated, walled off.
The corpse lies between us
Lying in cold mute misery.
We know our love has died
poem by Paul Brookes
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Letting Go
I still hear my voice
It's calling in my head
But if I had only one choice
I'd leave it left unsaid
Unsaid
I try to reach you but my senses got so blurry
And I, try to teach you but my words come out so muddied
And I, if there's one thing that I should let you know
It's go away
But I keep fighting and I'm finding your injustice
It's just killing me (killing you)
I cannot breathe
Just let me go (killing me)
Or this will break me
My inner voices
Are part of my disease
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you
But killing you is just killing me
If I can't have you and the dreams you put inside my head
I would not leave you but I keep you here until our death
You think it's over, there's a gun in my head full of lead
I want to use it but I can't abuse it and that's why
It's just killing me (killing you)
I cannot breathe
Just let me go (killing me)
Or this will break me
My inner voices
Are part of my disease
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you
But killing you is just killing me
What are you waiting for?
You will never get away
What are you waiting for?
You will not get away
What are you waiting for?
You will never get away
What are you waiting for?
You will not get away
(Unsaid)
My inner voices
Are part of my disease
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you
But killing me you just killing me
'Cause killing you is killing me
song performed by by Ill NiO
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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