I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.
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SUICIDE is not a WANT but a NEED
Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.
You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.
Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.
If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.
The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Looking Down At My Reflection
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle at my feet
Things don't seem so real down there
Or maybe I don't see
I see no satrvation
I don't see any pain
I see myself not helping
Just a lonner in the rain
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle in the ground
Things are getting clearer now
I can see a thunder cloud
I see gross injustice
I see evil men
I see myself repeating
The same old words again
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle lying there
Now I decide to change my mind
And show the world I care
I care about my fellow man
Being taken for a ride
I care that things start changing
But there's no one on my side
song performed by by Ub40
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Muddy Water
I spend most of my life with this guitar
Playing my songs
Playing the role of a juggler
Hard and long
My pieces of this puzzle my life
I can't fit together
I seem shattered, and darkened down weather
Lost forever
See no one
No guest of my reflection been drawn
See no one, no one, no one
So don't stir up this dirt in this puddle and settle at the bottom
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I try and pace my steps in an ordinary fashion through the doorway
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I rolled over on nickels
Rolled and got out
I just kept on walking
Not knowing who I was
Where was I scarred and bleeding
Through blurred vision I saw freshened lines
Across the horizon
I was out of my skull, I was torn, I was tired
See no one
No guest of my reflection been drawn
See no one, no one, no one
So don't stir up this dirt in this puddle and settle at the bottom
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I try and pace my steps in an ordinary fashion through the doorway
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
So just down another shot it's just one more ache in the morning
Take another hit it's just one more cell you'll be killing'
Have another beer it's just a few more words you'll be yelling'
Go have your self a ball
And take two of these and call me in the morning
So don't stir up this dirt in this puddle and settle at the bottom
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I try and pace my steps in an ordinary fashion through the doorway
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
Water, water
song performed by by Nine Days
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Narrative of Death
As the patriot rounds the corner he sees a man, and there lies a sturdy rusted object in the gentleman’s hand. The man stabs the heroin in the back, object held in his fist. The hero’s body starts to relax, unable to resist. As the martyr’s blood flows over the unsheathed blade, the murderer lets out a laugh. The man in a puddle, a victim of raid, pleaded with a gasp, Please sir don’t kill me I have a wife! I have two sons and a daughter. Please, I do want my sad life, I wish not be a prey of your slaughter.
There in a puddle they found him the next day, the knife in his back and the blood in his face. The world never noticed the crime happened to pass. He could have died calmly, died in the grass, but he died horribly died gory as the original mass. His family did mourn for he died for no cause. He was murdered in coldness, and it was all for his loss.
poem by Axiom Wheeler
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Silent In The Morning
My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue
Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view
If you are here with me, I trust you to lead the way
When youre not I follow you, and always go astray
Silent in the morning
Suspended in the trees
Lunch time comes youve found your voice
It brings me to my knees
The volume just increases
The resounding echoes grow
Till once again I bask in morning stillness, I love so
The target that I shoot for seems to move with every breath
I tighten all my arteries and make one last request
Divine creation hears me, and he squashes me with fear
I think that this exact thing happened to me, just last year
Silent in the morning
You found your voice that brings me to
Silent in the morning
You found your voice that brings me to
Silent in the morning
You found your voice that brings me to my knees
I will not dismiss you, shelter you, speak with you
Smile at you, trust in me, hed like to brush you off, and Id agree
song performed by by Phish
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Tinged With Oil
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
empty cars locked,
rusting in the warmth.
empty bottles, cigarette butts,
and ghosts walking quickly,
going nowhere, leaving a trail
of nothing behind.
stray dogs, beat down stop signs,
people afraid to touch,
much less to feel...
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Morning Fog
As soon as I rise to start finding my way
you are a barrier that stands before me.
I wish to reach better places,
but I can’t see further than you.
What my eyes tell me
isn’t so promising; they’re deceiving.
Maybe, with just a step further,
I might fall into a pit.
I might step on a puddle,
slip and fall.
For a while,
I start to see lights and passing cars.
A smile breaks from my face,
a sigh of relief leaves my lips.
But as I start to walk briskly
to get myself away,
I can no longer see again.
It’s just a misty cloud all over
that appears to stretch on for miles.
I don’t need you Morning Fog,
without you, I see better.
Without you Morning Fog,
I live better.
poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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After Reading An Epic Fantasy
Quite suddenly, full blown,
out of the chubby cheeks of an infant wind,
a leaf landed on a mud-puddle,
like a strange, crude vessel launched
on a fathomless cafe au lait sea.
It tacked eastward for seven ticks of time
then lost its course in a birthday candle blow.
Later, by the sun-shrunken mud-puddle
that had beached the curled brown leaf,
an ant swam a minuscule cove.
But it was a gigantic monster,
and I saw the horrific peril of yet another episode
in the epic from which I'd been excluded,
too huge to be viewed
even as a comprehensible god.
poem by Larry Kimmel
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Father
Father, blessed father,
Its morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when Im standing by your side.
Troubles knocking here again;
Ill tell him jesus has me by his hand.
Hell walk me through.
Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.
I remember the nights Ive cried for you;
Now I only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, youve made it clear just for me.
I see the light;
Its burning out the night.
Oh, father,
Its morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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I have *PRIDE* in myself
I tripped
I fell
Into a massive dirty puddle
I ran home embarressed
I accidently ripped my trousers
on the back
my pink hearted pants were showing
I ran to the toilets in shame
My bag broke and fell on the floor
All my books flew everywhere
and I had to chase them
I lowered my head in disbelieve
But still I have pride in myself
the next day I came to school smiling
I walked around the puddle
I wore shorts under my new trousers
And I got a new bag
Today was the day that I got to
walk with my head held high and a massive
grin across my face
I still have pride in myself
poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
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And So Found Dawn
it was in doubt
that i found faith.
it was in forgiveness
that i found forgiveness.
it was in loss
that i found passion.
it was in suffering
that i found understanding.
it was in letting go
that i found freedom.
it was in the mirror
that i found prayer.
it was in darkness
that i found light.
it was in jail
that i found dignity.
it was in addiction
that i found determination.
it was in giving
that i found love.
it was in fighting
that i found reason.
it was in reason
that i found dissatifaction.
it was in questioning
that i found truth.
it was in truth
that i found the need for silence.
it was in silence
that i found kindness.
it was in working
that i found respect.
it was in respect
that i found acceptance.
it was in living
that i found god.
it was in god
that i found the need to touch.
it was in caring.
that i got dirty...
and so found dawn...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Morning Drizzle
Today
If you find out the rain is rattling outside
Don't put your blanket on
And sleeping again
Today
If you find out the wind doesn't stop whistle
Don't close your ears with your hands
And hide your fears
It's just morning drizzle
It's just shower from the sky
That waking this world
From cold winter time
Today
If you find out the sky is grey
Don't you hesitant to go outside
And ruin your perfect day
Today
If you don't see the sunlight shines bright
Don't keep your mourning
And forget to smile
It's just morning drizzle
It's just a mighty spray
That splashes you warning
In your joy of spring
Today
If you find out the cloud doesn't disperse
Don't keep the loneliness inside
Behind the dusty window
Today
If you find out the damp street
Don't let your mood darkening
And grudging over the muddy puddle
It's just morning drizzle
It's just a water breeze
That cooling this land
From the heat of summer
Today
If you find out the plants soaked with downpour
Don't let your heart heavy
To do what you have to do
Today
If you find out the leaves falling helplessly
Don't also feel so weak
To be blown by cruel storm
It's just morning drizzle
It's just the season's change
That washes you some fun
In the harvest of autumn
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Jainy
Jainy sells for three dimes a night
Morning helps her find her way blind
And I love her more than I can tell
Heaven help me now
Seems I found to find her just as well:
Jainy Yea:
Jainy Yea
Jainy takes me three times a night
Morning Saves me and I find my way blind
And she loves me more than she can tell
Heaven help her now
Seems she's found to find me just as well
Jainy Yea:
Jainy Yea:
Jainy stares at stars every night
Morning takes her eyes every time
And she'll love you more than you can tell
Heaven help us now
Seems you've finally found us: just as well:
Jainy Yea:
Jainy Yea:
She'll be all right
She'll be all right
song performed by by Five For Fighting from America Town
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Making love in the morning got me through morning sickness. I found I could be happy and throw up at the same time.
quote by Pamela Anderson
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Not Every Morning Is A Poem
NOT EVERY MORNING HAS A POEM
Not every morning has a poem
Not every morning has the light one needs
Not every morning is a new beginning
Not every morning is what morning should be.
Still this morning I will try
As I most often try
To feel from the first step outside
That morning is a new day.
God, how long has it been
With all these days and all this effort
And all these needings to begin again?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wonder
Amid the clouds and darkness,
my soul perches itself on the rooftop of the world.
Staring down, peering long,
into the fleeting puddle on the barren sun baked floor.
Drop by drop,
lifting into the heavens.
Like a lost soul,
searching for its ending.
As we all watch,
and envy its celestial path,
I wonder.
If demons and angels alike envy us the same
awed in our sinful ways.
Reaching their outstretched arms to the ends of their capabilities,
until only a teardropp filled the puddle once again,
until the ocean sucks the moisture out of hell itself.
As I peered long from the basement of the earth,
watching in silence,
the coveted, air like fineness,
whispered to me and said-
'Gold or led, happiness or dread, none will be satisfied without endless regret.'
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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Don't look for a sea when you can drown in a puddle.
I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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