Writing the story of your own life is a bit like drilling your own teeth.
quote by Gloria Swanson
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Going On
It seems like this story just keeps going on
Like an endless rant
That I couldn't stop not even if I should want
To, but it presses forward like a damnation
Or a punishment it just keeps going and going
I don't even know what I'm doing
And yet those actions done or not
Are writing my story letter by letter
Those motivational speakers say I'm the pilot
Of my life but i couldn't feel any less in control- helter skelter
But I'll just keep going on writing these poems
And through them writing my story for all time
Forever chronicled in rhyme after rhyme
Because this is all a part of me
These poems they're my problems
And my solutions, or maybe they're nothing more than words
Maybe I'm just overthinking this, but either way It'll go on
Just keep moving on, until comatose or final resting beds
I guess this story will continue until ascension
poem by David Knox
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My Blue Pen
A pen, what is a pen?
An instrument for writing, a tool, a path to wisdom?
Or is much more than that?
What means this blue pen to my heart?
I'm writing with this pen all my thoughts, my hopes,
I'm keep it in my hand to help my ideas flow,
This blue pen is the bearer of all my joy and pain,
And when i'm writing, its blue ink holds my dreams.
I'm writing with my blue pen,
Which he gave it to me,
To never forget and to write,
Our impossible love story in the book of life.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Drilling in the refuge will not solve America's energy problem. The Energy Department's own figures show that drilling would not change gas prices by more than a penny a gallon, and this would be 20 years from now.
quote by Lois Capps
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I Asked Mother Earth
I asked Mother Earth what she wanted right now,
She said STOP oil drilling in the Sea and in the Ground
This is not good for all LIFE here as we know,
It’s dangerous and RISKY for ABOVE and BELOW.
I am asking you oil companies from the CENTER of my HEART,
It’s time to STOP oil drilling and make a new start.
Take all of the oil that you’ve drilled her so far,
put it in containers and fly it to MARS.
No joking, I’m not fooling with you anymore,
if you let this go on any longer
I will definitely let my ANGER show.
Remember you can lift your wrong to a better RIGHT,
We have CHANGE to our ways,
or there’s no more DAY and no more NIGHT.
The End.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I Asked Mother Earth
I asked Mother Earth what she wanted right now,
She said STOP oil drilling in the Sea and in the Ground
This is not good for all LIFE here as we know,
It's dangerous and RISKY for ABOVE and BELOW.
I am asking you oil companies from the CENTER of my HEART,
It's time to STOP oil drilling and make a new start.
Take all of the oil that you've drilled her so far,
put it in containers and fly it to MARS.
No joking, I'm not fooling with you anymore,
if you let this go on any longer
I will definitely let my ANGER show.
Remember you can lift your wrong to a better RIGHT,
We have CHANGE to our ways,
or there's no more DAY and no more NIGHT.
The End.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Just To Hear Your Story Being Told
Stay up all night,
If you are the type...
That can not seem to sleep right.
And bear on shoulders,
Those burdens you can't control.
The ones you hold in overload.
Fight with clinched teeth and be uptight...
About common situations that incite,
And corrode that need you have to be bold.
Just to hear your story being told.
Just to hear your story!
Go fly a kite!
If that is the attitude you choose and like.
But put some movement to it.
And don't criticize...
Those you know who recommend,
You should get a life.
Don't close off to sit inside.
To peep out from a keyhole...
Just to hear your story being told.
Go fly a kite!
Just to hear your story being told!
Stay up all night.
Fight with clinched teeth and be uptight
But...
Don't sit inside.
Just to hear your story being told.
Just to hear your story...
Stay up all night,
If you are the type...
That can not seem to sleep right.
And bear on shoulders,
Those burdens you can't control.
The ones you hold in overload.
To peep on the outside,
From a keyhole...
Just to hear your story being told.
Go fly a kite...
If you need your story to be told.
Just to hear your story.
And,
Go fly a kite...
If you need your story to be told.
Just to hear your story.
And...
Go fly a kite!
Just to hear your story being told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kicked In The Teeth
Two faced woman with the two faced lies
I hope your two faced living made you satisfied
Tell me baby I was your only one
While youve been running around town with every mothers son
Told your story about the women like you
Told your story about the things you do
I used to think that you were sugar and spice
I shouldve listened to my mothers advice
Chorus:
Kicked in the teeth again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
Kicked in the teeth again
Aint this misery ever gonna end?
And Ive been kicked in the teeth
Kicked in the teeth again
Two faced woman, such a crying shame
Dont know nothing, youre all the same
You run around, hope you had your fun
You never know whos gonna win till the race been run
Chorus
song performed by by AC-DC
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With Teeth
But she will not let you go
But this time Im not coming back
She will not let you go
But this time Im not coming back
Keeps holding on
She will not let you go
Keeps holding on and on
She will not let you go
No, no, no, no, no!
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
I cannot go through this again /x8
No, no, no, no, no!
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
Youve finally found the place where you belong
It comes on strong
She makes you hard
The rules have changed, the line begins to blur
To what you were
Wave goodbye
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
With teeth
And it runs deeper than you dare to dream it could be
The black seal
She makes you better than anything youve tried
Its in her kiss
She comes along
She gets inside
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Dear Friend
i always love to write, as early as
gradeschool when we were classmates
while you were playing and chasing and stumbling
i just sat on the grass of the playground under a tree and scribble anything
and read a lot about some stories with lots of pictures
and colors of fairies and kings and queens and butterflies and bees,
i do not stop writing, in fact, writing has become my life
that without words i may die an instant death
i dream that i have written novels and stories and lots of poems
i wake up with some ideas like some seeds that i want to sow
and grow in the field and see them become shrubs and trees and forests
and i keep on this life writing and writing and writing and writing
for writing's sake and i wish i may live longer so i may write
some more, some sequels of my love stories and suspense thrillers
and write finally all the poems that are inside my mind
hanging like ripe grapes and creeping like vines on my fence
as i am writing now as you always want to read me
until such time my friend that i will die, or end my life myself (who knows?)
(i will not talk about it now, it is something bizarre and makes me
shiver, but who knows, well you know, all are but possibilities and nothing
but possibilities in this vast wide world of realities and dreams)
there is something i must say somehow
there is something that i must have forgotten, i have not written about myself
i have always written about them, about you, about the world,
please do not refuse me, stop playing with your life,
gradeschool ended
a long time ago, i have one and ultimate request:
write the story of my life, because it is you who only knows about it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.
For me, writing a short story is much, much harder than writing a novel.
quote by Lynn Abbey
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Actually, that's one of the things I was thinking about writing a story about me, loosely based or autobiographical. I just don't want to be like some people that are in their twenties and writing autobiographies.
quote by Matthew McGrory
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If you write a story based on a real person, you're trapped by the details of the real person and his life. It gets in the way of writing your own story.
quote by Caroline B. Cooney
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Tragedy
That LIC agent
With the
Beautiful
Writing…
Very genteel,
And good-looking.
Baba told me -
He had a happy
Family with a
Young wife,
And two children.
One night
A truck -
Struck them
While they were
Returning home
On their scooty.
That was the end
Of their story.
Or, was it?
No….their
Old parents
Are reliving
This sad story
Day in and
Day out of their
Dying life…
Thinking
Over and over
Again, asking
Each other:
Why me?
I sometimes
Wonder…
Does God
Have a heart,
Does He?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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When I'm writing about reality, I'm writing about death. When I'm writing fiction, I'm writing about life.
quote by Ralph Peters
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I think it's a short story writer's duty, as well as writing well about emotions and characters, to write story.
quote by Eric Brown
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Something
I'm writing in hope for something with sweet melody,
A rhythm that can be felt,
A beauty that can be read.
With words flowing like water over rocks,
Steadily without fault or obstruction.
A liquid in its purest state.
I'm writing in hope for something with sweet remembrance,
Like the scent of falling rain,
Or the memorable sound of a mothers cooing voice.
Something so memorable,
The slightest reminder sends you back to the exact moment,
Replaying in unbroken pattern of mind.
I'm writing in hope for something spectacular to happen,
For my words to form a feeling so deep they hurt,
For each image to be as clear as these words on this paper.
I want you to feel what I feel,
A feeling of lonely discontent,
Sitting alone in my own my own world, writing away.
I am writing this in hope for something to stick with you,
A message or a meaning that I've hidden inside a syllable,
A voice of reason that you have kept from yourself,
Silenced with the voice of your shallow desires.
A dream that you once had forgotten,
Lost in the darkness of the night.
I am writing this in hope for something to be brought to light.
Maybe a buried thought that you wish you never had,
Or an inner conflict that you hadn't noticed but feel tearing apart your skin,
Even an aspiration you promised to live up to but left to die.
Something so lost in the world of your mind,
Swallowed by deep chasms of thought and memory.
I am writing this in hope of telling a story.
The story of a world that can only be imagined in a dark room,
Hidden from the world and apart from anything else.
The story of a broken heart of a shortened life,
The story of the silent cries of a lost soul reaching for sanity.
My own story, perhaps, or even yours, is this your story?
I am writing in hope of making your thoughts and feelings dance,
A slow and steady music in the background,
Propelling your eyes left to right and back again.
Following the steps of each word,
The flow off each line and stanza.
An endless waltz with the reader and the writer, will you dance with me?
I am writing in hope of making an impression on your mind,
Maybe not an everlasting one, but even just a brief moment,
A moment of realization that you are now reading what I have written,
That for one moment in time our minds share the same space and thought,
Each word playing in our head the same as the other's.
Can you hear my voice, can you feel my thoughts?
I don't know why I am writing, or why I am writing what I am writing,
But I know that it has accomplished one thing,
It has given a purpose to something, if even just a piece of paper,
It has given worth to something that at one point was just a blank sheet,
Waiting for something to be etched into its surface, making it something.
I guess that's why I'm writing, I'm just writing; something.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Teeth
English Teeth, English Teeth!
Shining in the sun
A part of British heritage
Aye, each and every one.
English Teeth, Happy Teeth!
Always having fun
Clamping down on bits of fish
And sausages half done.
English Teeth! HEROES' Teeth!
Hear them click! and clack!
Let's sing a song of praise to them -
Three Cheers for the Brown Grey and Black.
poem by Spike Milligan
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