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I felt that I had been influenced by being in the city enough and I wanted to go off by myself to see what was going on. I remember going out there and looking in the mirror and thinking I wasn't anything.

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It wasn't so much that I had to leave to make it in the music business as I was curious to be out on my own and sort of explore. I never felt that where I was ever influenced my songwriting.

quote by Matthew Sweet
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Moonlit Day

I remember the moon staring back at us
I remember the stars holding our gaze
I remember the cool air that night
I remember warming you and holding you tight
I remember how it felt to finally be loved
I remember how I felt and what I couldn't stop
I remember the way you looked being lit by the night
I remember how fiery my passion became right then
I remember all the things that were
I remember all the things that couldn't have been
I remember all of this but it belongs to time's past
I remember everything and the feelings that wouldn't last
I remember most of all what I wanted to say
But it remains to another time
A time of a moonlit day

poem by Matthew Jenkins
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Cant Help Thinking About Me

Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My heads bowed in shame
It seems that Ive blackened the family name
Mother says that she cant stand the neighbours talking
Ive gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
Im guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Remember when we used to go to church on sundays
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on mondays
Oh, but its too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
As I pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends, always been found and I cant
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Now I leave them all in the never never land
The station seems so cold the tickets in my hand
My girl calls my name hi dave
Drop in, see around, come back
If youre this way again
Oh, Im on my own
Ive got a long way to go
I hope I make it on my own
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me

song performed by by David Bowie
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The Basilisk and the Mirror

There once was a basilisk
Who never wanted to be alone,
But never had any friends
because one look would make them run in fear.
This basilisk could never look into its lover's eyes,
For its lover would turn to stone
And be all alone.

There once was a mirror,
Which displayed exactly the truth.
Some would want to doubt this mirror,
For its truth is the whole truth
Without a lie in its sights.

There once was a lonely basilisk and a truthful mirror,
Forbidden for one to see,
And one right even without a gaze to be seen.
The basilisk felt hopeless and rejected,
And wanted to ask the mirror why.
As always the mirror responded truthfully.
And now there is only stone within its sight.

There once was a basilisk,
With power one could only dream.
But now there is only a stone,
Old, crumbling, and grey.
It used to have life
But now is a stone to stay.

poem by Ryan A. McGraw
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Influenced By Europeans

As An American I can say,
I've been influenced by Europeans.
I grew up with Jews and Italians,
Most of my young life.
My high school had a mixture,
Of Russians, Portuguese, French
And Spaniards.
Who would find me humorous...
When the teacher saw my hand raised,
To sometimes ignore.
Until I made outbursts.
Expecting from her more.

I took two years of French.
And had friends of several races.
Then one day all of that was changed.
When the city I now live in...
Became a place for bigoted racists.

Oh there may be many who will try to deny what I say.
But when I was a child,
Where I live wasn't divided as it is today.
With waves of bused in suburbanites...
Coming to work during the day.
To leave their jobs for an urban flight!
When I was a child,
Not much of that was in sight!

The first time I heard the word 'nigger'
Was from a Black music teacher,
Who wanted to impress.
Reminding us of how she felt.
And made sure to us that was addressed.
Oh yes!

Dedicated:
To those friends I remember
from Northeast Junior High School
and Hartford Public High School.
Just a 'few' years ago.
Or, more appropriately, decades
that seemed to have flown away.
~LSP~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Know, The Reflection You Don't Recognize

You know
its kind of weird
when you look
in the mirror
and cant decide
exactly who
you are really
looking at

You know
its kinda stupid
when you fall
to your knees
and pray
to a god
that you don't
even believe in

You know
its kinda rude
when someone says
that you've changed
into something
that isn't what
they want to
see anymore

and this is why
i'm standing here
in front of this
tainted mirror
thinking that
maybe there is
some truth
in their words

You know
what i mean
to say when
i try to explain
that i have
lost my image
in this reflection
that i see

You know
how it feels
to collapse to
a world that
engulfs you
into thinking that
you are not
what they wanted

You know
what its like
to feel defeated
day to day
by the little words
people say
that distort the
image in the mirror

and then i ask
do you know
how it feels
to stand and
see the reflection
of someone
that you don't
recognize in
a mirror of nothing
but yourself

poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Suffer Me

she wanted something just like the real thing
he needed love and it all worked out some how
he knows that love is the king of emotion
but he can't touch her because she's too perfect now
but she wasn't like that then and
he wasn't like that then
they were everything, everything they need
chorus:
suffer me
call on me and i, i'll call on you
suffer me
call on me and i, I'll call on you, call on you
she wasn't thinking about anyone else just then
but she knew someone else would always come to mind
because they were strangers living in the feeling
they were scared when they heard they talked about love
but it wasn't like that then
it just wasn't like that then
they took everything because everything was for real
repeat chorus
oh yes they were thinning out
at that moment they were all afraid
started thinking that pretty soon one of them would leave
she said suffer me
repeat chorus twice

song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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I remember the day

I remember the day
when i was holding you
I remember the day
you loved me
I remember the day
when i felt your heart beat
I remember the day
you were sick of me
I remember the day
when i showed you my love
I remember the day
you never wanted to see me again

poem by Mike Schliemann
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You'll Get There

(Since you wanted me, Since you wanted me)
I woke up late this morning
She said she wake me up
I woke up to discover,
This wasn't in my home,
Don't believe your heroes
They take you for right.
Don't believe the dangers before you kiss the sky.
And don't believe me,
I'm a liar,
You'll get to me in the end...
I feel your heaven
Never felt it before,
Ill breathe in the ocean,
And I want you to know
Ill feel your heaven
Never felt it before,
Ill breathe in the ocean,
And I want you to know
I woke up late this afternoon feeling so alive (since you wanted me)
The sensations you gave me,
They've, rearrived
Don't believe these angels,
They'll take you for right
Don't believe the dangers
Before you kiss the sky.
And don't believe me
I'm a liar
You'll get to me in the end...
I feel your heaven
Never felt it before,
I breathe in the ocean,
And I want you to know
I feel your heaven
Never felt it before,
I breathe in the ocean,
And I want you to know
Whisper:
Every time I look at you,
I see myself inside your eyes,
And I despise my own reflection looking back at me,
And I remember when I promised that I'd never walk away from you,
Right now I have to live with what i've done to you and what I have
become,
I am a liar
And the fire is not burning,
But when I lie awake at night it's you who is my final fault,
I live for you,
I die for you
I dream for you
I'll give everything to bring you back and let you know
That I will never flee from you
I feel your heaven
Never felt it before,
I breathe in the ocean,
And I want you to know
I feel your heaven
Never felt it before,
I breathe in the ocean,
And I want you to know

song performed by by Inme
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Before Time Altered Them

They were full of sadness at their parting.
That wasn't what they themselves wanted: it was circumstances.
The need to earn a living forced one of them
to go far away—New York or Canada.
The love they felt wasn't, of course, what it once had been;
the attraction between them had gradually diminished,
the attraction had diminished a great deal.
But to be separated, that wasn't what they themselves wanted.
It was circumstances. Or maybe Fate
appeared as an artist and parted them now,
before their feeling died out completely, before Time altered them:
the one seeming to remain for the other always what he was,
the exquisite young man of twenty-four.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Man Said No!

I wanted to build myself a boat
Everyone said that it wouldn't float
As carpentry and boating I do not know
So man unto me, he said no.

I wanted to plant myself a flower
I was told I couldn't without knowledge or a power
I wasn't a gardener so plants I did not grow
So man unto me, he said no.

I wanted to learn myself how to fly
But I was told if I did I would die
In the air to the ground I would crash below
So man unto me, he said no.

I wanted to cook and to become a chef
But I was told that I wasn't mature enough
If I lit a match I would cause and inferno
So man unto me, he said no.

I wanted to learn to play and to enjoy music
But I wasn't allowed to listen to it
I wasn't taught to sing or to play the piano
So man unto me, he said no.

I wanted to learn how to ski
But to my idea everyone did disagree
Everyone knew I loved the cold and the snow
So man unto me, he said no.

I wanted to live my life the way I should
Do what I believed and understand what I could
To my want's and idea's to all I did confess
So man he said no; but GOD he said yes.

poem by Randy McClave
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Thinking Of You

Tell me mama is your life a better change ?
And tell me mama
Would you live your life the same
Or come back and rearrange ?
Tell me mama how is freedom ?

Oh I'm thinking of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I'm trying now
Oh I'm thinking of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be

Tell me mama
Are the colors deeper shades ?
And tell me mama
Are there great big brass parades ?
Does the sun shine night and day ?
Tell me mama no more sleeping
Tell me mama no more weeping

I'm thinking of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I'm trying now

Oh I'm thinking of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be
And I'm trying now

Oh I'm thinking of you
And all the things that you wanted me to be yeah

Hey mama

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from 5
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That One Night

I lay dreaming at night about the way you held me that one night
That one night i felt like i meant something to someone
The night i thought you loved me
If only for a few hours
Laying thinking and smiling
Thanking myself for risking freedom just to see you
Its another day and my mind is still at that one night
We never wanted that night to end
I never wanted you to let go of me
I never wanted you to let me leave
I wanted to be in your arms forever
I stayed calm and wanted
I leave thinking about when that one night will come my way agian
I would kill for that one night
Just one more night of your love towards me
I know you dont love me
But it seemed like you did at the moment
I shut my eyes and dream of that one night

poem by Harley Kellis
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The Big City Type

I woke up in a big city apartment

Rode to a big city job

On a big city subway

With hip, big city people

Worked at a big city job

In a big city skyscraper

Stood in a big city line

For lunch, heard big city jazz

On a big city radio station

It was like a big city scene

In a big budget movie

When I realized I had become

The big city type

I always wanted to be

Yet I was still me

poem by Adam Artois
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Coy Koi

You're not as predictable as you might think
Remember when we danced in the pouring rain?
Remember when you played with my hair like it was some black fire
you wanted to put out (or pull out) ?
Remember those tales you must have made up?
Think about it.
Look in the mirror.
I'm not you.

poem by Eon Ezkiel
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I Shattered the Mirror

I kicked the mirror with my boot,
Then I finally saw how different I looked.
I loved looking at me.

So I kicked the mirror again,
I looked ever more different,
Just the way I wanted to look.

This time, I kicked the mirror,
Till it made sounds of sharp shattering.
I looked gorgeous now in front of this mirror.P

I wanted to be shattered again!
Post shattering, I screamed hooray,
For my shattered look became me and I smiled.

The reason I shattererd this mirror,
Was that this mirror was my own self-image,
This mirror showed me bad,
So the self-improvement,
Was a happy thing not sad.

poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Beach Memory

I remember the day at the beach
I remember the hot sand burning my feet
I remember how cold the ocean felt
and how my skin seemed to sizzle in the heat

I remember the boardwalk clamor
I remember how I wanted to eat everything in sight
I remember walking and baking in the hot sun
Even though now it’s still February and gloomy

I remember savoring that summer day
But my favorite memory’s yet to come

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poem by Wade Blade
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The Mirror Struggled

The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.

The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Dear Father

Sitting at my desk
I found myself in the past
Thinking of my father,
My dear father.

Then I remembered my mother
Her magical green eyes, giving me what I missed
But it wasn’t enough, I wanted more,
I wanted protection,
I wanted love,
Love from my dear father

I try to remember him
But he was not there,
There was my imagination
Playing with my thoughts
thoughts full of hate, it’s probably a mistake
But it was the mistake, of my dear father

I guess you don’t want to hear what I have to say
But I found it
I found the love that I needed
I found the missing piece,
The piece to complete my happiness
It wasn’t exactly what I have expected
But it was there and it filled me.
It filled me with pain, with passion
It filled me with strength; it filled me with a man’s body
It filled me with love as well as misery
It filled me with everything my dear father didn't

poem by Jomar Rosario
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Andrew-in loving memory part two

sitting here thinking of how it felt when his heart beat against my side
and the pain i felt when he pushed on my ribs and back
oh the fuss he made when i ate something he didnt like
i cant help but wonder would he have been like me?
would he have been like his dad?
or a bit like both
i dunno but i wish i could have
helled him in my arms just once
and hear his soft cry's
his dad would have wanted him too
i miss andrews heart beat an
i miss the feel of his push on my spine
i wish i could have hured his laugh
and played with his feet
i sung to him and
talked to him all the time
when he was in my stomach
i am left to wonder why he's gone?
why did he have to go befor he was born?
when i think of him i know hes there
thinking mommy please dont cry i will always be here
two baby foot prints in my heart will forever stay
from the day i learned i was going to be a mom
when i lost him i didnt know what to do
all i could do was cry
to think of him an
the happyness i felt when he was there
i used to get mad when hed push on my back an ribs
but really all he wanted i guess was to hear my voice
its not fair that hes gone an never got to live
but i know hes my angel now
hopefully i will get to hear him giggle and laugh one day
i remember telling him about who i was
and what i look like
i remember singing to him and saying goodnight
the times i laughed and the times i smiled
cuz i knew he was there
touching my stomach to feel his heart beat
and falling asleep to the rythem
i miss him every day
its hard not to cry an
i hate to wonder why he had to die
i love him still and think of him often
miss him alot
i want my son back...

poem by Sandy Vanity
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