I was the kind of person who got bullied and loved the attention of it.
quote by David Walliams
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If you are not being bullied all I would say - cause I like to talk about the other side of it as well - is you know, be someone that nurtures, and if there's someone in your class that maybe doesn't have a lot of friends, be the person that sits with them in the cafeteria sometimes; be the bigger person.
My Best Friend
Flashes of my past,
Come back to me.
Everytime I blink,
A vision appears.
The first one is,
When I was at my old school,
Getting bullied.
The next one,
I was being bullied,
And the teachers didn't stop it.
Then,
I was at the park,
Getting picked on by older guys.
Next the vision came,
So fast,
I passed out.
While I was passed out,
Visions of when I was bullied,
Swam in my head.
One of getting punched,
One of getting called names,
One of getting tripped.
One of getting ran over,
And one of my friend,
Helping me up.
She always helped,
And always stood up,
To the bullies.
She protects me,
Because of,
Two simple things.
One I'm weaker than her,
And two,
We've been friends for a long time.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Cathartic Was
Never had a love like this in my life…
Bullied…and loved it…
It was irritating to give in to give in…
But I loved…it…
Making that transition from sad to bad…
My bitter-sweet real-life…
My chocolate dip…
My life's sip…
Was really a trip…
Then it hit me…I..AM…WOMAN…
Wise, Original Mirrored, Altruistic and…
NECESSARY…
Never had a love like this in my life…
Relieving anxiety …tension…I… was repressed…
Most of the time…NO! …more tunnel vision…
Myself has made the decision…
My foreground touches me all over…
My mind boils with newness…
Of the me…who always was…
My subconscious cries out…
BECOME your own winner of democracy…
Turning to man for such…A Simple Pleasure…
When I…When I am… my own person…
FREEDOM…within.
Whisperkwane@gm ail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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What kind of things could make a grown man cry?
What kind of things could make a grown man cry?
To cry in public, not just to himself.
What lacrimatic views must pierce his eye,
unleashed by secrets hidden on that shelf?
For men have places, locked away from all
who try to find the weaknesses within.
A sanctuary, with the wherewithall
to glorify what others see as sin.
The rawest of emotions find their place.
The bullies and the bullied ones combine,
forgotten friends and loved ones with no face
may not cross this imaginary line.
What kind of things could make a grown man cry?
The losses, love is doomed to magnify.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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I don't really look at myself as the kind of person who craves attention, but I've never been to therapy so there's probably a lot of stuff about myself that I don't know.
quote by Al Yankovic
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Thinking About You
Alone,
In the dark
Unable to sleep
Tossing and turning.
Listening quietly
To the December rain
Tossing and turning
Tossing and turning...
Restless,
Thinking about you.
Realised,
A sting of loneliness
As I opened my eyes
Staring at the celling.
No one but myself
In this small single room
Tossing and turning
Tossing and turning...
Thinking about you.
Partially wishing you were here
To lend me a listening ear
Because I admit
I too, like you,
Want to be hugged
A person, not a bolster.
The warmth of another person,
Longing for affection
Hungry for some attention
To hear some affirming words...
That I am still loved,
To have someone to remind me
That I no longer need to be lonely.
I too, desire to be loved.
Just like you,
Just like any other person.
Wilson Khor W.H. @ Seymour Nightweaver
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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Rare Thoughts that Never Go away
Has anyone out there reading this
Ever thought about that one person that is always in your thoughts and they never go away?
Well many of us out there are too scared of what or whom we miss
And then there are some of us that can't stop thinking of them throughout the day
Well I am this kind of person that just met a person not long ago
And I am here to say that my thoughts are of this person that I really admire
There are so many people that say how you can feel that way about someone who you barely know
I simply tell them that I trust in the Lord's every desire
Even though finding that one kind of person in everyone's life is rare
Who is always willing to listen and be gentle and kind
I hope that everyone can find this type of person that seems to always be there
Because I want her to know this is why she is always on my mind
And this is why these thoughts never go away
Because of the friendship that has come from the Heaven Above
This is why I am glad, for these thoughts are here to stay
And hopefully those thoughts and feelings will turn from friendship to passionate love
By Frank Pulver
poem by Frank Pulver
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I'd Rather Be Loved
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be painted...
As somebody that I aint,
To then be tainted.
I'd rather be loved,
Than to be sainted.
As someone that's depicted,
In a way to be shamed.
And by...
The light of the moon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
And by...
The dawn until noon,
I want to be seen as the person that I am!
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
And,
Seen to be the person that I am.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
By somebody who completely understands.
I'd rather be loved...
Under bright lighted moon.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And...
By that one who knows and understands.
I'd rather be loved...
From the dawning 'til noon.
And,
When night falls we know there's no demands.
And...
When night falls we're there and understand.
And...
We know what we do and what we can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Be Bullied By A Fool
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Bite your lip unball your fists,
And resist the thought of it...
To do a walk away.
That's right don't fight.
Just do a walk away.
And that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
They'll have their day one day.
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
And abort it.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bloop
I'm walking down the hallway,
of MY school,
and everyone knows my name,
it's like they know a person,
who said hi to me once,
because they did my homework for me,
and all of a suden were friends...
were not,
why does every one have to know my name,
i mean why cant..four people know my name,
that's only four hello's in the morning,
and four goodbyes at night,
but no,
of course not,
i must know everyone and have some intimate bond with them because they desire attetnion,
I do not want attention,
i do not desire attention, and i do not need attention,
why does everyone give me so much...
it's like the people are sucking the life out of me,
they all know my first,
and last name,
HOW do they know that,
sometimes i even forget thet..
well not really,
but I don't know anyone's name
poem by Sandra jacks
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She claimed she loved the camera, its warmth, its familiarity. She responded to its naked glare, its slavish attention to every expression of her face and body, with the kind of immediacy a trusted lover could expect.
quote by Anne Edwards
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Strange Kind Of Women
There once was a woman, a strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was Nancy, her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery
I loved her, everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her, I even tried to break her
She said, I ain't for takin', won't you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
She looks like a raver, but I could never please her
On Wednesday mornings, boy, you can't go far
I couldn't get her, but things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on, baby, you're my star
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
Ooh, my soul, I love you
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
She finally said she loved me, I wed her in a hurry
And no more callers and I glow with pride
I'm dreaming, I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Envy
though I have penned down
a lot of qualities of you
inspite you have given me a single clue
I am the only person on the earth
who has loved you since his birth
loving you, for me, was such a fun
that I forget that you have forgotten
that only person on the earth
who has loved you since his birth
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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I think a lot of young kids at school are very conscious of trying to keep credibility in case they kind of stand out in a crowd and get bullied by trying to stay cool and stuff. And my whole thing, all the way through school, was I was just a goof... I didn't care.
quote by Dominic Monaghan
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Well not really to get attention, but to entertain, but you know to show some elements of rural life as well, it kind of blended all in, its kind of like a mockery in a sense, kind of stab back at people that have those stereotypical ideas of the south.
quote by Bubba Sparxxx
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Brian II
The light that shows us our sins is the light that heals us,
But i am on the mountain of love searching for you!
So innovate your love towards me and let me show you the way.
Change is not merely necessary to life but it is life itslef!
And we came into this love not finding a perfect person but,
By learning to see an imperfect person becoming perfect! !
Love is kind and patient,
But knowledge is the frontier of tomorrow!
And friendship grows uo from paying attention to others,
But true-love will cover the multitude of our sins! !
And i will always seek for you my sweet Brian
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Poet
He — or was it she?
was a child who said little
but walked, endlessly, just looking
or stood still for minutes, hours,
and became what they looked at
was from a large family
but still people said, you’re an only child aren’t you
was it seems very happy in themself
but no-one asked, so never said
kept themself to themself, which annoyed
other children, who bullied them
and then were even more annoyed
when they didn’t play the victim
failed examinations and yet
was always wrapt up in a book
occasionally did things like cutting themselves
and was told off but never questioned usefully
wrote poems secretly but was unconcerned
whether people read them or not
was good to be with as long as you
didn’t expect anything of them
was secretly loved by some
who never liked to say so
because what they loved somehow
didn’t have a name
years later, some of them read the poems
and knew what they had loved
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Didn't Pay That Much Attention
You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!
I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relief is a joy
To regret is a kind of joy.
To repent is a kind of joy.
To render yourself pitiable
And to lament the loss of yours
Too is a kind of joy.
To long for someone you loved
And pine is also a kind of joy.
They relieve you of the burden.
12.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strange Kind Of Woman
Blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery
I loved her
Everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said I aint for takin wont you ever learn
I want you I need you I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you I need you I gotta be near you
Ooh I got a strange kind of woman
She looked like a raver
But I could never please her
On wednesday mornings boy you cant go far
I couldnt get her
But things got better--she said
Saturday nights from now on baby youre my star
She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and I glowed with pride
Im dreaming
I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died
I want you I need you I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you I need you I gotta be near you
Ooh I had a strange kind of woman
song performed by by Deep Purple
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