I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn't realize that there is something called originality and your own voice.
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I Was Young
i was young,
i didn't know any better,
i've thought the only way out,
was to take my life,
it wasn't getting any better,
people don't understand,
what i have to put up with,
but, in the end i've realize,
suicide is never the answer,
no matter how bad you want to,
so many people will miss you,
would you want that?
everybody hurt because you're gone,
mad because you left without a good-bye,
but, what can i say,
i didn't know before,
what i know now.
Copyright © 2009
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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One Of Us Must Know
I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When i saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and i believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if i was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what i did hear
I didn't realize how young you were
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that i heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' i took your word
And then you told me later, as i apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' i told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That i never really meant to do you any harm
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
You just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That i really did try to get close to you
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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One Of Us Must Know (Sooner Or Later)
I didn't mean to treat you so bad
You shouldn't take it so personal
I didn't mean to make you so sad
You just happened to be there, that's all
When I saw you say "goodbye" to your friend and smile
I thought that it was well understood
That you'd be comin' back in a little while
I didn't know that you were sayin' "goodbye" for good
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That you just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see what you could show me
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I couldn't see how you could know me
But you said you knew me and I believed you did
When you whispered in my ear
And asked me if I was leavin' with you or her
I didn't realize just what I did hear
I didn't realize how young you were
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That your just doing what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
I couldn't see when it started snowin'
Your voice was all that I heard
I couldn't see where we were goin'
But you said you knew an' I took your word
And then you told me later, as I apologized
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
An' I told you, as you clawed out my eyes
That I never really meant to do you any harm
But, sooner or later, one of us must know
That you a just did what you're supposed to do
Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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LIFE IN AGONY...by talile ali
IN THE ANXIOUS MOMENTS
OF A SATURDAY AFTERNOON
I SIT AND WRITE ABOUT JUST
HOW MUCH I WISHED YOU'D SPOON
WE PECK A BIT, AND THAT IS
SO STRANGE I MUST CONFESS
BECAUSE I DIDN'T REALIZE
HOW MUCH WE ARE A MESS
I THOUGHT THAT WE WERE WORKING
BUT I WAS OH SO BLIND
I WISH I COULD HAVE SEEN YOU
WHEN YOU HAD BETTER TIMES
BUT YOUR LIFE WAS A SHAMBLES
AND YOUR HEAD A REAL MESS
YOU DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THEN
THAT TRUST WAS ALL I PROFESSED
DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY ITEMS
DIDN'T EXPECT ANYTHING
ALL I WANTED WAS TO LOVE YOU
THAT WAS WAY TOO GREEN
I KNOW THAT WHEN WE'RE HONEST
IT CAN SEEM OVER STRONG
BUT IT IS NOT DECEPTIVE
AND NEVER WISHED YOU WRONG
BUT IT WAS TIMED SO TRAGIC
AND RAN YOU THRU AND THRU
IT SCARED YOU TILL YOU PANICKED
YOU RAN SO FAST, YOU FLEW
SO GO AND BE WHATEVER
YOU FEEL YOU NEED TO BE
AND I WILL GO OBSERVING
YOUR LIFE IN AGONY
poem by Talile Ali
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Last To Know
[Chorus]
Why was I the last to know
That you weren't coming to my show you coulda
Called me up to say "good luck"
You coulda called me back you stupid f***
Why was I the last to know?
[Verse 1]
First date, we ate sushi and
It went well, I was funny and
You said I was a cutie
That's the last thing I heard from you
I left the tickets at the door for you
I had to tell my mom that there was
No more room
You didn't show, that was so uncool
You coulda called me back
So i guess this means that we're
Not friends anymore, I heard
It's me you're asking for, I thought
I'd see you at the show
You said you'd go
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
After the date, I wouldn't go
Home with you
I wouldn't put my heels in the
Air for you
You tried to get me to do things
I just won't do
Last I heard from you
Here is how I guess the story goes
You woulda came if I was a ho
F*** for parts that's just not how
I roll, move it on down the road
So I guess, we, shouldn't be
Friends anymore, sick of hearin'
That it's me you're askin' for
'Cause I thought I'd see you at the
Show, you said you'd go!
[Chorus]
You thought you know me
I guess you didn't
You thought you had me
I think you didn't
You thought you knew me
But you didn't
[Chorus (Out)]
song performed by by Pink
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Infectious Thought
I
A poem like a thought
Ingratiates with time
When we write it's wrought
Into our rhyme
II
What is thought once
Is thought forever
Whether intellect it hunts
Or it's dull or clever
III
An ancient poem
And another's thought
We may call our own
So think we aught
IV
What binds us to those
We never knew
Is a poem or a prose
A thought our minds too
V
In this poem I
Think like me too
As I sit and think
only of you
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My Unheard Voice
Their faces flash through my eyes
The touch of their hands I sense
How could they not apprise
my lack of consent; my body was tense
They didn't hear my unheard voice.
I remember his moan
As his filth entered my mouth onto my tongue
From his bone
The taste stung.
He didn't hear my unheard voice.
My hands push the other man, my friend, away
He does not listen, he tries once more, and more…
How could he lead me astray?
I thought to him I wasn't a whore
But I've been deceived once again
By a man that I trust
Because his thoughts were in vein
His mind focused on lust
He didn't hear my unheard voice
They thought I would forget
That's it's not rape if I'm intoxicated
But that's just like playing Russian Roulette
Hoping the bullet would hit me, but I not get affected
I did not forget
And we all know it is rape
And I am more than upset
Because I cannot escape
this nightmare
All because they didn't hear my unheard voice.
poem by Ginger Kastrup
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Poetry?
what is poetry
a bunch rhymes
or just simple words on paper because you have to much time
poetry to me isnt all about rhyming
poetry to me is a way to get out emotions or things that happen in the past your to scared to say so instead you write about it. poetry can be sweet, bad, naughty, nice poetry is how your feeling poetry takes on the tone of voice your to scared to explain. poetry is that voice deep down inside that voice that takes over when your typing or writng. to me people are poetry people are the voice, people are the future, but poetry is the key that on locks us all. to stand up and use that voice that we write with when were writng poetry.
poem by Jerrell Frazier
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Everything Is You
...you are my everything...
i've been thinking of a way to phrase it
seem to never find the words to say it
but it's true to say
i've been occupied by other things (i've been occupied by other things)
how could i think that you wouldn't notice (you wouldn't notice)
the absence of our closeness
realizing now
i will never let it happen again (again)
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
and now i realize (i realize)
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize that you are my everything
as i sit here contemplating
'bout our love that's slowly fading
so insensitive
didn't hear you calling out for me...(didn't hear you calling out my name..)
if i could change the past i would do
everything to show i appreciate you
open up your heart
let me help you fall in love again
my friend, 'cause now i
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
(now i) and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings (like an angel without it's wings)
(and now) and now i realize
that you are my everything (you are everything)
now i know it (now i know it)
shouldve shown it (should've shown it)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
(life without you here beside me) and like an angel without it's wings
(oh can't you see that i apologize)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it (your the air that i breathe)
and now i realize (the spirit that lives in my soul)
that you are my everything
[repeat chorus until fade]
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Faint Of Heart
I wish you could have read
The Letters that I didn’t write
Would’ve liked for you to have heard
Words I didn’t say
I wish you could have felt the touch
Of hands that didn’t reach out at night
Would’ve liked to know
What you didn’t feel…
When you didn’t hear the words…
Words I didn’t say…words I couldn’t write
poem by David Whalen
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Wit's All Been Done Before
I wish I could, innovate,
And try to stretch your minds,
Cause often times, when guys like me,
Do that they leave themselves behind,
To clean a mess, or to impress,
A little bit of everyone,
But to innovate, is a mistake,
Cause there's nothing new under the sun.
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
In all my lines of warning signs,
But not all with dead ends,
And I'm not sure if the clever words,
All sit well with my friends,
But I will not just sit and watch,
And me the victim fall,
I'll just have to do,
What my gut tells me to,
And hope that you will buy it all.
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
Originality is a ghost town,
And it's oh so hard to get to,
And waiting until, then people start to hate you,
You scream what you believe out loud in a crowd,
And they will hate you,
Cause repetition's just so safe,
And repetition's just like prison,
And I prefer to be out of place,
Cause I'm not really into prison.
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
song performed by by Relient K
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The Man Who Was Standing Behind
I was in a conference centre full of people,
and a man called out my name.
His voice was louder than the chattering,
and he shouted it out again.
His voice wasn’t at all familiar,
and no one knew I was here.
This was a lonely hearts club meeting
for singles who also enjoyed a beer.
For a third time he called out my name,
and my I.D. tag gave me away.
The woman with whom I was talking
waved her arms and shouted “Hey.”
I left her presence quite quickly
and became lost in the crowd.
I didn’t look to see who was calling,
but he was persistent and shouting loud.
People all around me were fainting,
for no reason they dropped like flies,
but then I heard leather to wood footsteps
above the peoples’ sighs and cries.
I slowly looked all around me
and somehow I knew it was my time,
I was leaving one way or another,
with the man who was standing behind.
poem by Orlando Belo
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My Friend Jane
My friend Jane had a lovely voice
and she also could write a tune
but I don't see her anymore
she went away far too soon.
I guess she's just a loner
who likes to move around
but I miss her songwriting
and the way she made a sound.
She went a bought a boat
it cost her a lot of money
now she's living on it
just her and her little dog Sunny.
I wished she'd stayed longer
but she needed to move on
one day she was here
the next she was up and gone.
But I'll never forget Jane
nor her little dog called Sunny
she was clever and creative
and at times very very funny!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Lacey had this huge chip on his shoulder. He walked into the room thinking that the people didn't welcome him and didn't like him. He gave the impression that he didn't understand the Voice and New York, and he didn't want to.
quote by Sydney Schanberg
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A Cursed Gift
I wish I didn't know how to write,
Or how to use a pen.
I wish this skill was forbidden,
The greatest of all sin.
I wish I didn't know how to think,
Or how to use my mind.
If they took it all away,
These words I would not find.
I wish I didn't know how to love,
Or even how to break.
Both of these leave me in fear,
In which I write as I shake.
So take this all away,
Leave me empty in my heart.
I do not want to write again,
It's tearing me apart.
poem by Adam McKim
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Much a Do About Nothing
Too much time to wait
Too much nonsense to talk
Do we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too many thought for trivial thing
Too much pride for simple matter
Will we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much hatred in watching
Too much angst in reading
Could we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much energy to laugh
Too much bitterness to share
Though we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many advices to keep the health
Too many rules to guide our life
And then we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many strategies to win the battle
Too much work to pay the bill
But we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much emotion to reason failure
Too many questions to prove loyalty
When we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much formality for an action
Too many lies for denial
So we realize
We much a do about nothing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Letter
This is the first letter that I wrote back home to mom and daddy
A few days after I'd moved to Nashville
June 2nd 1964 Nashville Tennesee
Dear mom and daddy I hope this letter finds everybody well and happy
As for me I'm fine I guess I'm just a little lonesome and a whole lot homesick
I got to Nashville OK and I thought I'd better write and let you know
Cause I knew you'd be worried about me
And I don't let you know to worried about me Cause I'm gonna be alright
Once I get settled and used to bein' away from home
I didn't realize how much I loved you and all them noisy kids until I left
And I didn't reaize how hard it was to eave home eiter
Till I started to leave and everybody started cryin' includin' me
I cried almost all the way to Nashville
And I wanted to turn around a few times and come back
But you know how bad I've always wanted to go to Nashville
And be a singer and songwriter
And I believe that if I try long enough and hard enough that someday I'll make it
Don't worry about tryin' to send me any money or anything
Cause I've got a job singin' on the early morning television show
Here called the Eddie Hill Show
And a couple of folks already told me that they might record a couple of my songs
So I'll be makin' enough money to get by
And I don't want you to worryin' about me bein' hungry or anything
And Nashville's not exactly what I thought it was gonna be
But I believe I'm gonna like it here once I get used to it
And I don't want you to worryin' about me gettin' in trouble either
Cause I'll be good just like I promised you I would when I left
Well can't think of anything else to say
I guess I'd better close for now and you write me real soon
And tell everybody I said hello and I'm gonna be real anxious to hear from you
Cause I sure miss you and I love you an awful lot
With love as always Dolly
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I Hate Eating Alone In Public
I sat alone to eat at a restaurant today
For the first time in public today
I gotta say I hate eating alone
I used to ask total strangers to eat with me
And I would tell them that I would pay
So they would eat with me
This one guy must of thought I liked him
And that wasn't the case
I just wanted someone to eat with me
He gave me compliments
We had a great conversation
It was fun eating with him
Than I realized
He thought we were on a date
When he said
I never had a girl ask me out
But I didn't have the heart to tell him
I only asked him out to eat
Because I didn't want to eat alone in public
He asked for my number
So I gave him my number
But I never called him back
And if that had been a date
I would of called him back
But it wasn't a date
Now I'm sitting in a restaurant eating alone
And having all these people stare at me
And it make it worse they're all here with a date
And I'm eating here alone
People care more about being thought to have taste than about being thought either good, clever or amiable.
quote by Samuel Butler
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Only to Produce Classics
I can not help it,
If I am able...
Only to produce classics.
'OH!
Aren't you the modest one?
With an ego that shuns you away.
From anyone who has liked what you've done.'
You think so?
'Yeah!
People perceive you to be this egotistical manic.'
I didn't realize that.
I only write to achieve my very best.
Maybe you are right.
I could have said that with a bit more humility!
How does this sound:
'I can not help it,
If I am able...
Only to produce classics.
With better ones to come! '
'Well...
I guess one of us is learning something! '
Is this a full confession?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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