What's taken God 200 years to create was wiped out in a couple of days by what was apparently an arsonist, And it just shows you what a sick world we live in nowadays.
quote by Bill Janklow
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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Leisure
İT is two days
since ıhave been reading a book
in the garden
without moving a bit
ı have no energy even to rise my arms
the boy of my neighbour..cemile's tenant's is playing a violin
he first began playing
when ı first came here
two years ago
do.re.mi.fa.sol.la.ti, do
and now chaikovsky
it is two years
in these years
he has accomplished a great work
and I
what have I done since now
my years flowed like a sea without fish
and are flowing still so
why do ı live
I do not know
even a small girl on her garandfaher's shoulders
is looking around
to discover the world she lıves in
my mother's crysanthemıums blooming in the garden
in multi colors
is it enough for me
to live leisurely
to claim
to watch the crysanthemiums blooming
to read a book translated by Omer RIZA
and to listen to the neighbour'S VIOLIN
İF ONLY ı could have been the one
who had grown those crysanthemiums
nowadays
perhaps ı can come to visit you
not to chat and talk
but for only
to look at your face
may be ı can find
what ı am searching in your face
all the faces ı see are unaware and senseless
nowadays
how is your face
is it full of sense
and comforting
Nazım HİKMET Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Going Against The Grain
I'm sick of all the lies,
that hypocrites use upon themselves.
I'm sick of those who create a guise,
hindering emotions in delve.
I'm sick of the world status,
and not making any alterations
I'm sick of being locked away in stratus,
where thoughts stir in libration.
poem by Paul Hankewicz
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Sick And Twisted World
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
The guy who is like my brother I love,
The guy who I have grown to love I've known so long.
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
To no path can I have him,
To no path do I want him.
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
As I walk though in a room there he is,
As I walk though that room I walk out.
The world I like in is Sick and Twisted,
On a dirty road I walk alone,
On a dirty road I walk with just a Shadow.
In a world so Sick and Twisted,
Its hard to know what I trust,
Its hard to know what is not fake.
This is a very Sick and Twisted World,
The world that is our's,
And the world we never help.
These is a very Sick and Twisted World,
And no one can give a danm,
And no one can help me out.
What a Sick and Twisted World,
This is.
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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My family lives there, so I come back sometimes between shows for a couple days. I get back a couple times a year. When I was 30 to 34 I was weirded out when I came back - you know, how your past gets away from you. It's grown so much.
quote by Matthew Sweet
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I'm so sick- Flyleaf (lyrics)
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You're heeding to it now
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You tremble at this sound
You sink into my clothes
This invasion makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so, I'm so sick
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so (I'm so)
I'm so sick (I'm so sick)
I'm so (I'm so)
I'm so sick (I'm so sick)
poem by Cynthia DeMoines
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2,000 Years Of History! !
2,000 years of history!
2,000 years of history! !
2,000 years of history could not be wiped away so easily.
From the constitution of the Olympic Gods inot Olympic Games,
And from the mystery God of december 25th into Christmas;
But,2,000 years of history could not be wiped away so easily.
Oh! ! What a Babylonian Train of Constantaine to cover the truth of the Zion Train today;
For, the quest of knowledge had really blinfolded my people!
With no reward of positivity to the heaven of heavens;
For, the masses are now giving glory to 'Semiramis'! ! !
Who, through her schemes became the 'Babylonian Queen Of Heaven'.
Yes,2,000 years of history could not be wiped away so easily!
And, the Romans based their letters on the Greek Alphabets;
Which are still in use today,
So, learn from the truth only and come out of this deceived world and be saved.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Couple More Years
I've got a couple more years on you, baby...that's all.
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you, baby.. that's all.
I've walked a couple more roads than you, baby...that's all.
And I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl.
And you're headin somewhere...
But I've been to somewhere... and found it was nowhere at all.
And I've picked up a couple of years on you baby... that's all.
Now sayin' goodbye, girl don't never come easy at all.
But you've got to fly 'cuz you're hearin' those young eagles call.
And someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and tall.
And you'll say I've got a couple more years on you, baby... that's all.
I've got a couple more years on you baby... that's all.
You'll say I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
It ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby... that's all.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Im So Sick
ll break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You're heeding to it now
Hear it! I'm screaming it!
You tremble at this sound
You sink into my clothes
And this invasion
Makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so
I'm so sick
I'm so
I'm so sick
poem by cherry Tucker
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Who shears the sheep's head will live a couple of days, who shears its tail will live a hundred years.
Testimony
I've had some good days
And I've had some bad days
I know about heartbreak
Didn't think that I can make it
I know how it feels to have money
I know how it feels to be broke
And I can tell ya 'bout lonely
Cause I've been there before
Lord, when I raise my head up to the sky
All of the emptiness was gone
If you believe, you'll see in time
That everything will be all right
Chorus:
It's gonna be all right
Everything will be ok
This is her testimony -- Mary's story
Trouble don't last always
Through my trials and tribulations
I still believe
That god had a greater plan for me
Exceeded all my expectations
But when he gave me what I need
And now I'm set free
Lord, when I raise my head up to the sky
All of the emptiness was gone
If you believe, you'll see in time
That everything will be all right
Chorus
This is my story
This is my song
(This is my song)
This is the day I celebrate
My trouble's are gone
Chorus
It's all right
It's ok
He wiped all my tears away
(He wiped them away)
It's all right
It's ok
Trouble don't last always
(Trouble don't last)
It's all right
It's ok
(Said it don't last)
He wiped all my tears away
(He wiped all my)
It's all right
It's ok
Trouble don't last always
(Away), Away
(Away), Away he wiped
(Away)
He cared for me
(Away)
When nobody else did
(Away)
He wiped my tears away
(Away)
(Away), Away
(Away), Away
Away
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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I admit the last couple of years shows were not up to par.
quote by Larry Hagman
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Grandad's grave
they sleep
in so many
different ways
each direction
pulls me a
separate way
the alluvial
seeps so
deeply into
my days
etched on
my face
this fengshui spot
late grandad's
final house
late grandma's
cold seat
as she puffed
away the haunting blues
dividing her world
his world
i wiped, wiped
cleaned the mosaic cross
the only place here
where i could
rest my heart
the myriad blooms
pull me back to this world
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sick Of The Cruel World
i am sick
of living
in
a sick
and
cruel world
i want to lay down
and
die
its my
folt
why
was i born
i wish i wasnt
live would be better without me
i think i will stave my self
or jump of a cliff no one will care
i will
i
am no use
to any one
my life is
depressing
and very
lonely
i am already dead
but alive
i am sick of this world
poem by Harriett Bishop
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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The ultimate would be to compete in a couple more Olympics, hopefully break some world records and wind up my sports career with a couple of years in the WNBA.
quote by Marion Jones
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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An old couple from Kagoshima, Japan
If you sit well
And patience have,
One true story
Please, let me tell:
In Kagoshima, Japan
A little place in East,
One lovely couple
Let us meet.
100 years old is he
But she, just 96.
At 4 am, he is awake
Will cook the breakfast
Tamago yaki,
that means rolled egg.
A little later when she's up,
They'll eat toghether.
Then: sanpo(walk) time comes..
Bit far, in front,
'Fast' walking (lol)
With a cane, is he
Slow after, pushing
A walking chair, comes she
Every few steps
He turns around..
Sure she's fine,
Gladly continues
His 'fast ' line.
They come to stop
At one bridge
Most beautful spot!
Facing the flowing river
So lively, happily count
moving arms, shoulders
heads, warming every joint.
Wow! ! Now,
seem to be much younger!
Smiling, would take~ same way
- back home
To spend another day
Of happy carring for each other.
They love each other very much you see?
70 years seems too much,
Forever, for some people
To live toghether,
not for this couple although
They live those days in harmony
Each night they go to sleep
Praying for the well being of the other.
Now: here's my say:
-Husbands and wives!
If want to live together
as long and nice as them,
then, love and treat the other
Well.
poem by Elena Sandu
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