I was a bit of a big mouth my whole life. I'm a person who expresses themselves with a lot of openness.
quote by Anne Heche
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To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Deserving Of The Best
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I did not appear here expecting forgiveness.
I came to you wanting to,
Show my respect.
I take full responsibility,
For the neglect I had shown...
When then I left.
Please,
Turn around and look at me.
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
I want to reveal to you,
My immaturity has gone.
I came back to town to let you know...
No matter what has happened,
Between us...
I want you to hear me say,
It was me...
Not you,
Who had been the one wrong!
I've been wanting to tell you that,
For so very long.
Turn around and look at me.
Please?
Nothing on my face expresses,
I've come to you with a concealing message.
If I have to deliver it on my knees,
I will.
Only happiness in your life,
I wish for you to seek and fulfill.
I've come to you to express my respect.
And to let you know,
You are deserving of the best...
Of what life has to offer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lovely Medic
i am not
drowning
she applies
mouth to mouth
resuscitation
i am not
dying
i have much air
in my lungs
but i am not the
kind of person
that refuses
a nice
offer
so here we go
again
mouth to mouth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.
quote by Paul Tillich
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Only person
I am the only person
Responsible here.
Only person wellknown in the market
Only person to love
Only person to show life with open eyes.
The life is an empty vessel
The life you like and
If you like you can puton
Anything you like
If you like you can putoff
All your programme
And held me responsible
For all lapses committed by you.
I am the person
The only person
Who is yours
Only yours
Only person
The only person.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Remarkable is the greater openness of the Catholic Church towards people of other religious traditions and persuasions. The development has not been without problems, since some people have resisted it and others have pushed openness beyond the desirable point.
quote by Francis Arinze
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The openness of rural Nebraska certainly influenced me. That openness, in a way, fosters the imagination. But growing up, Lincoln wasn't a small town. It was a college town. It had record stores and was a liberal place.
quote by Matthew Sweet
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Political art expresses the cliches you agree with, unlike propaganda, which expresses the cliches you don't.
quote by Brad Holland
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Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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It seems to me monstrous that anyone should believe that the jazz rhythm expresses America. Jazz rhythm expresses the primitive savage.
quote by Isadora Duncan
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You Smile!
When I Smile
It is like a bright day to come
When you smile
It is a joy to my heart to see you in such happiness
In other words Smiling reflects throughout my whole life
Smiles i say to you
Shows a very high self-esteem of someone
it expresses your emotions
Through one perfect simple smile
A smile can make a difference
Also it can shine a light in a person`s life
Your the beautiful smile
When im sad you make me smile
Everytime im down you lift me up
Your smile turn my frown upside down
With just one smile
it can make a big difference
ESPECIALLY TO ME!
You Smile...
poem by Sophanie Occean
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Dancing My Fears Away
I’ll dance when I want to
I’ll dance what I feel
I’ll dance until the night is done
Until dusk almost here
Dancing helps me laugh
Dancing helps me cry
Dancing helps me everyday
To get by and by
It expresses my sadness
It expresses my fears
It expresses all my highest emotions
It helps helps me let go of my cares
I’ll dance when I want to
I’ll dance what I feel
I’ll dance until the night is done
Until dusk almost here
poem by Analyssa Mevs
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Oh!
We met as two consenting adults in some
Busy, crowded malls, and we offered our true names,
We like each other, we love the way we talk
It was easy, we are two consenting adults and we
Met again somewhere, not in the crowded mall
Not in the busy street, not in the church to pray,
We are lovers, we are two consenting adults,
We are the new lovers, and we know what is the
Secrecy of love its sanctity when we as consenting adults
Met again, and we are naked,
We have embraced ourselves as truths not as lies
In the open
In our openness, we swallowed ourselves in utter openness
We welcome what happened
We said it was wonderful we want to meet again and feel
So wonderful
We have the will, we have the free will, we are free
Then you said something while you were alone and distant
Yes it was wonderful but it was when I lost my senses,
You chided me, you were lost when we did something wonderful
And you said it was something dirty, you have indulged in the
Arms of the wrong person, in the wrong hours, in the wrong places,
You even vomited what wonderful was it that was swallowed
By you as a consenting adult, and I as a consenting adult
I thought it is wonderful and I always
Think it is wonderful, I do not know what dirty is
I was not raised in dirt, I do not know dirt, I am not dirty
Days and days, you reflected upon its wonder, the wonder of what we did and you call me back, you emailed, you texted
You like to meet me again in some crowded malls, in some busy streets we start all over again to trace the maze of amazement again
You offer your true name again, your senses in full you smile
You are a traffic sign blinking the green for go again
The wrong person is here, he is now lost in his senses too,
You called the wrong number, you emailed the wrong mails,
You texted the wrong number, you will be calling the wrong person
That wrong person has gone away, he is the wrong person to your
Thousand eyes and he has no more reason left to stay. He cannot wait for you, the malls are crowded, the streets are busy, and the door of
The house is now closed. And he is now the traffic sign which blinks
The red for stop.
There is no one to be blamed, It is our upbringing that brings
the end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing I Could Say
I remember the first time,
I confronted someone...
Reacting to a rumor.
And from a third person heard.
I shouted obscenities,
In the face of this person.
Only to discover...
The rumor I heard,
Had been about another.
Years has passed.
And I have seen again,
That person I offended.
And with friends that person said to me...
'Are you still that fool I remembered?
And are you still as ignorant,
As you impressed me first to be? '
There was nothing I could say.
I had learned to keep my mouth shut.
And from those wishing to start confrontations...
I don't acknowledge this.
I simply walk away.
Growing older to wisen up,
Has its benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
quote by Gaston Bachelard
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Terrorist Poetry
Too much truth,
And excludes delusion.
Expresses realism,
Felt and stripped of fraud.
Includes what is and eliminates what isn't.
Unless, of course...
Someone expresses remorse.
Or spent time in recovery...
Healing from divorce.
Terrorist poetry,
Must be avoided at all cost!
It threatens a fantasy.
Like descriptions of flying horses...
Saddled by talking moths!
And everyone knows...
Moths only sneeze, sniffle and cough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I not a person?
Am I not a person?
It would appear.
That im not a person.
Not quite human.
More like a zombie so to say.
Am I not a person?
That is the question.
Im not a person.
Not quite human.
An emotionless wrekage.
Within the walls of brakeage.
Am I not quite a person?
Im not quite humane.
Not quite the person.
I once used to be.
Am I a person?
Or just a big mess.
And a sorry excuse
For a person?
Im not quite a person.
This I do now no.
Im more like a zombie.
Am I not quite a person.
Nope Im not.
I just one sad sorry mess.
A zombie of my formerself.
Just a sad sorry mess.
And a pethetic excuse
For a life.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Little person in the well
Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look at
You must linger here
Must you be out of sight
From something with no eyes
Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must linger here
Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows
Must you hide so nothing can find you
When nothing's searching
Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows
Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it
You run from every thing
When nobody's chasing you
Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it
The little person in the well
Has a secret to share
The little person hiding in the dark
Has a secret to be told
The little person always running
Has a secret thats never been heard
The little people that you hear of
Are just like me
March 2006
poem by Jessie Li here
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What Can One Person Do
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
What can one person do
More than a little bit
More than a little bit
Can I fight the battle
All by myself
Can I make a miracle happen
As long as I can think
And got my health
Ill never stop
Im too strong for that
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Everyones gotta move
What they can move
The faithful can sometimes move mountains
When your faith is right
You will never lose your heart, your hope
Or your good friends
Dont be overcome by frustrations
Live up to your highest expectations
Im tellin you just for your information
Just for, just for your information
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Looked into my soul and suspected
That Im gonna take, gonna take on the unexpected
Walked into the fire unprotected
Walk into the fire
What can one person do
What can one person be
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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It Begins Right Now!
we live in the most intense time
that the modern world has seen...
governments and economies are
caving from within... the very
air we breathe is polluted, the
water we drink has been defiled.
sea life is being destroyed, and
the world food situation worsens
at an alarming rate... millions
live and die in poverty, millions
are homeless, without medical care...
masses of workers are unemployed,
children grow up on the streets
without hope, and end up in prison.
human rights are being violated,
or just plain taken. and people
are absolutely afraid of each other!
we have closed our eyes, and numbed
our souls for too long. now we stand
on the brink of disaster, and we're
forced to wake up!
so what can one person do? one person
can live in a way that stands for truth...
one person can demand freedom, and equality.
one person can reach out a helping hand...
and when one person daring to live becomes
millions, we can move the stone from the
mouth of the cave!
but it all begins with one person... and
it begins right now, or its too damned late!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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