When Stark isn't off sulking somewhere, or whatever he's doing when he won't return my calls, I alternate between the two. That usually works well, though occasionally an idea for the wrong guy drifts through my mind.
quote by Donald E. Westlake
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Stark (5,3,1 structure for Gulsher: -)
All matter that existence here
constructed of quark?
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits one arc?
Stark
A misty graveyard with only
Song of Lark
Stark
Raving madness that takes hold
Makes you bark
Stark
Cutting bluntness of succinct remark
Stalks like shark
Stark
Barron, the searing hot desert
Must not disembark
Stark
Broken mind, shades
under depression
So very dark
Stark
Winters morn sitting on bench
In empty park
Stark
poem by Stevie Taite
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Stark
All matter and existence
build from the concept of quark
Stark
Everything you need for life
Fits on one Arc
Stark
A misty graveyard with just
the song of the Lark
Stark
The raving madness that takes hold
and makes you bark
Stark
The cutting bluntness
of a succinct remark
Stark
Barren, the searing desert.
I fight the urge to disembark
Stark
A broken mind, in the shade
of depression, so dark
Stark
A winters morn alone
on a bench in an empty park
Stark
poem by Stevie Taite
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Decision to Be Vindictive
I am going to return what I get.
Whether that be a bad attitude,
Or an evil disposition.
No sulking done will I do...
To appease the few who initiate conflict.
I am going to return what I get.
And address it without disappointment met.
I am going to return what I get.
This forgiving to forget nonsense,
Is only perfectly done in written text.
People awaken in the morning,
With a decision to be vindictive.
And the clown in me...
Chooses not to let them down!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Magic
the magic comes
then drifts away
never to return again
the girl watches
stanfing still
expressionless
the boy sees
her standing there
unsure of what to do
the darkness comes
the optune moment
and covers their worlds.
the boy looks up
the girl is gone
damn that darkness
the girl weeps
regretfully
where did it all go wrong
the magic stops
and turns around
just one last time.
magic = girl + boy - no darkness
one more time
the magic works
An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Telephone Book
I look at my telephone book
I look at my telephone book
I cant stand the way it look
I hate to think the way you took
Me down into a burnin rage
I wrote your name on every page
But you dont return my calls
You dont return my calls
You dont return my calls
Im ready to bust down the walls
Im going down niagara falls
In a barrel of fun
Hey aint I a lucky one
You dont return my calls
My telephone book is the color red
My telephone book is the color red
The red is all in my head
Some things are left better unsaid
Is that why you dont try
To acknowledge or reply
You dont return my calls
Why did you hear from an old friend
I knew once way back when
I did some bad things to myself and my health
Or did you happen to hear an old song I once sang
Did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins
And will you never think of me the same
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass
Victor delorenzo: drums
Recorded at carriage house, stamford, ct
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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You Were Only Talking...
It's four o'clock in the morning,
No sleep for me this night,
I sit on the cold verandah,
And watch for a chink of light;
The wind howls round about me
The moon's not raised its head,
And you are out there walking,
Walking,
Walking,
And you are out there walking,
When you should have been in bed!
I'm shivering in the darkness,
It's colder than the crypt,
The rain that passed right over
Left puddles, where it dripped
My mind sets off to wonder
Why life should be so grim…
You said that you were talking,
Talking,
Talking,
That you were only talking
When I saw you there with him.
I questioned you on Monday,
I questioned you, and then,
You said that he was funny,
You'd talk with him again.
I said I didn't like it,
It wasn't right somehow,
But you just sat there sulking
Sulking,
Sulking,
You sat and faced me sulking
With a crease across your brow.
You left the house at seven,
You said: 'I won't be late! '
You had to do some shopping
And be with your sister, Kate;
But when I phoned your sister
She said there was no trace,
And now the dawn is breaking
Breaking,
Breaking,
And now the dawn is breaking
Across my tear-lined face.
A sudden light at the corner,
I see he's brought you back,
That one last kiss of the morning
Has turned my vision black,
For I am sat in the darkness
Like a statue, frozen, stone,
With a kitchen knife by the awning,
Awning,
Awning,
And I think you'll still be yawning
When I drive the handle home.
22 February 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.
quote by Gerard De Nerval
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Idea Track
Dear Hugh Miller
Ive thought it through for a while but it doesnt get any easier
And three months on in this bad design wont make it feel any easier
Your grave, its your grave
Dear Hugh Miller
Its four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier.
I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesnt get much easier.
Your grave, its your grave
Pretend it works a while, its transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (you dont try)
Pretend it works a while, its transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (dont try)
Dear Hugh Miller,
its four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier.
I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesnt get much easier.
Your grave, its your grave
Pretend it works a while, its transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (you dont try)
Pretend it works a while, its transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (dont try)
Your grave, its your grave
Pretend it works a while, its transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (you dont try)
Pretend it works a while, its transmitted live
Pretend it works a while (dont try)
I dont care if I dont have an idea track, its an idea track, its an idea
I dont care if I dont have an idea track, its an idea track, its an idea
Your grave, its your grave.
song performed by by Idlewild
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Ideal Perfect
Trying to be that idea of perfect,
When in reality we're all falling apart,
Dressing, acting, talking like everyone else,
What's wrong with being different? ?
Can't you see that's the greatest part of life...
Being unique.
Make that idea of perfect YOUR way.
When you feel alone,
Like no one cares,
Bad thoughts in your mind,
When you're on the edge of life,
Losing control...
Just forget about the world and everyone in it,
Stop trying to be that idea of perfect,
Just know...
You don't have to try for me or anyone else,
You're perfect and everything amazing to me,
Be yourself,
Because really you're so very special just the way you are
poem by Brandi Dybala
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She Is Not In Her Mood
surprise surprise
Rachael is sulking
yes she is sulking...
her mother
does not
know why?
she does not
want to
take a photo
her mother
does not
know why?
you need to be still
and patient with her
she is not in her mood
Rachael lives
with her rules
not yours...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Way The World Works
the world works with trageties and happieness to bad the children don't know it or care for it but that one incodent can change a childs life the world works in a mist of war ad peace death and life the world works with everyone this is how it works our world moves from one shooting to a bombing what is going on with our people why must we act like dip shyts over nothing without war we have peace and without peace we have war but our world runs off both if you understand what is going on in the world can someone please tell our president he has no idea about how the world works to him it all war death and money
poem by Ian Singer
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Piece Of Love
Time can heal a broken heart
Oh, but does it really ease the mind
I know its hard for you
Though you say that youre not longing for my touch
I know it pains you much
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong, baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Night begins with calls from you
Oh, asking me if Im alright
Im really not sure, baby
Im wondering if your love for me has gone away
Like I heard you say
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong, baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Its hard to say
Weve made mistakes
But when its not over
Its best to put pride away
Two eyes should not cry the tears of regret
cause two lips wont let go of an age old lovers lie
Oh, baby, oh, oh
Whats wrong, baby
Whats on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Whats wrong baby
What is on your mind
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Id do anything for you
I will give you all my heart
Did you leave a piece of love behind
Oh, did you leave your love behind
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Learn about the world, the way it works, any kind of science and anthropology, it's really an interesting place we live in. Evolution is a really fantastic idea, even more than the idea of God I think.
quote by Randy Newman
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The idea that maybe you don't have to own a car if you only need one occasionally may catch on, just like time-sharing caught on in real estate.
quote by Steve Case
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Never Let You Go
Theres every good reason for letting you go
Shes sneaky and smoked out
And its starting to show
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you turn around our back on each other
Thats a good idea break a promise to your mother
Turn around your back on each other
You say that Ive changed
Well maybe I did
But even if I changed
Whats wrong with it
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you turn around our back on each other
Thats a good idea break a promise to your mother
Turn around your back on each other
And our friends are gone and gone
And all the time moves on and on
And all I know is its wrong its wrong
And all I know its wrong its wrong its wrong its wrong
If theres a reason its lost on me
Maybe well be friends I guess well see
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you go
I never let you turn around our back on each other
Thats a good idea break a promise to your mother
Turn around lets turn on each other
Good idea break a promise to your mother
Turn around your back on each other
Thats a good idea break a promise to your mother
Turn around your back on each other
What a good idea
I remember the stupid things the mood rings the bracelets and the beads
Nickels and dimes yours and mine did you cash in all your dreams
You dont dream for me no goodbye goodbye you dont dream for me no
But I still feel you pulse like sonar from the days in the waves
That girl is like a sunburn
I would like to say
The girl is like a sunburn
I would like to say
Shes like a sunburn
Shes like a sunburn
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Critics in Our Life
When someone criticizes you, listen,
It means your subconscious created a burden.
Can mean that you are wrong or it is just fear of success,
Anyhow, you must look into it, find the truth, be fearless.
This world is full of critics
You find them everywhere in every topics.
There is a saying: if you tell your truth of opposition
They will chop your head in for their own protection.
Sure, nobody likes to hear what is not their idea,
And get mad when someone is opposing their area.
However, we are here on earth to edit each other
When someone say something, listen & see if their idea is better.
Sometimes it is just your own mind questioning what goes on,
So, be ready to stand up for your idea or be over run.
If they can convince you that their idea is wiser or better
Be flexible, humble and be their follower.
But, when you see someone who just want to pick on you
And you feel in this moment their idea for you is untrue,
Stand up, thank them, but let them know your answer,
That too bad, in this moment they are not your way shower.
It can happen later in your life existence,
You find they were right, then make a change in your intelligence,
But until you are not quite understand
Stand up for your own opinion, that I can recommend.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
quote by John Ashbery
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Fanfiction
It’s the unreal from unreality
But I can’t help it, I need it
To be real, to live somewhere
It’s the deviation plane of imagination
But I can’t stop it, I crave it
To travel, to wonder freely
It’s the popping idea by the love of creation
But I can’t deny, I’m fascinate about it
To get some place, and find its way
It’s the hidden wish of the prolong dream
But I can’t erase it, it’s always on my mind
To be allowed, not cover by shame
It’s another possibility from alternate universe
But I can’t throw it, I want it somehow
To stay bright, and keep on fire
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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His Girl
Why do girls get so offended,
When a guy calls her 'my girl'?
'You're my girl'
What's wrong with that?
Don't you want to be wanted?
I love being called, 'my girl'.
I want to be his girl,
I don't want to be known as...
His girlfriend, how lame!
It's so normal.
His girl, his baby,
His love, his cuddlebear.
I like those, I don't mind them,
Maybe I'm just weird.
I love that though,
Being his girl rules!
Feeling wanted and cared about,
In his arms, being his girl.
'She's my girl'
You have no idea!
Wanting to be his girl,
I love being his girl!
poem by Ocean Myranda
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