I was always the child who wore her emotions on her sleeve.
quote by Marcia Gay Harden
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Doesnt Anybody Stay Together Anymore
You keep on walking so you dont fall down
Its the same old story
You keep on hiding so you cant be found
Its the same old story
Oh but I know you, youre the one who ran
You know why, its because you can, oh
Its alright, cos I dont mind
Im just trying to help, but I wonder why
Doesnt anybody stay together anymore
I wonder why, doesnt anybody stay together anymore
My friends keep falling and they cant get up
Its the same old story
Well one says white and the other one black
Its the same old story
And I dont know why you keep emotions walled up
Your hearts on your sleeve, but your sleeve is rolled up
But its alright, cos I dont mind
Im just trying to help, but I wonder why
Doesnt anybody stay together anymore
I wonder why, doesnt anybody stay together anymore
Things can change, from a misunderstanding
Nobody talks, nobody hears, oh oh oh
Makes me wonder why, doesnt anybody stay together anymore
Oh I wonder why, doesnt anybody stay together anymore
You keep on looking for that higher ground
Its the same old story
Your glass is empty and the chips are down
Its the same old story
But I dont know why, your emotions walled up
Your hearts on your sleeve, but your sleeve is rolled up
But its alright, cos I dont mind
Im just trying to help, but I wonder why
Doesnt anybody stay together anymore
I wonder why, doesnt anybody stay together anymore
Oh I wonder why, doesnt anybody stay together anymore
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Mary Ellen Makes The Moment Count
(paul waaktaar)
Mary cries out: for the love of god
As shes walking out of the laundromat
Down the street and its the short way home
Feeling special cause shes so alone
But we know:
(the worlds full of lonely people)
And it shows
(the worlds full of lonely people)
She shrugs her coat off and unlocks the door
Eats her dinner on the kitchen floor
Writes a poem and turns the radio on
Every singer sings the same old song
And it goes:
(the worlds full of lonely people)
And it shows
(the worlds full of lonely people)
But when we she wanted me to go
She just had to let it show
To bring me down if she wanted me to leave
She just wore it on her sleeve
But at least, I was around
But when we she wanted me to go
She just had to let it show
To bring me down if she wanted me to leave
She just wore it on her sleeve
At least, I was around
Mary ellen makes the moment count
As shes looking through old photographs
Pictures taken from an early age
Faces look back at her from the page
And they say
(the worlds full of lonely people)
Its ok
(the worlds full of lonely people)
Its ok
(the worlds full of lonely people)
But when we she wanted me to go
She just had to let it show
To bring me down if she wanted me to leave
She just wore it on her sleeve
But at least, I was around
I was around
I was around
I was around
Mary ellen makes the moment count
song performed by by A-Ha
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I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. I was once described by my own son Stephen as an emotional ostrich.
quote by Pierre Salinger
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With the media, I could be quick and ugly and critical. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve.
quote by Payne Stewart
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Wore A Gun Before
Never wore a gun before
A plane in the fog, oh wait those are clouds Im talking about
The suitcase in my hand and the way I have to walk
Those are empty smiles, empty eyes Im looking in
Times are over when it was difficult to say
It took some time but I know its just right now
So just a little word about whats really going on
If you want to take that as my way
To say goodbye to you as these red nights must go on
I was rich and I was poor
Didnt do the things I had to do
I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
I was lost and I was found
He earned money you couldnt count
But I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
He left the chamber but these times are over
Shes got
Shes got more than four weeks to be herself
Hes playin with fire and looks around on this world
Oh I love them and the plane in the fog
I was brave and I had fear
I did things...oh my dar
I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
I was up and I was down
He thought the things to the ground
But I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
Never wore a gun before
I was brave and I had fear
I did things...oh my dear
I never wore a gun before
I was brave and I had fear
I did things...oh my dear
I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
But I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
Never wore a gun before
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Never Wore A Gun Before
Never wore a gun before
A plane in the fog, oh wait those are clouds Im talking about
The suitcase in my hand and the way I have to walk
Those are empty smiles, empty eyes Im looking in
Times are over when it was difficult to say
It took some time but I know its just right now
So just a little word about whats really going on
If you want to take that as my way
To say goodbye to you as these red nights must go on
I was rich and I was poor
Didnt do the things I had to do
I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
I was lost and I was found
He earned money you couldnt count
But I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
He left the chamber but these times are over
Shes got
Shes got more than four weeks to be herself
Hes playin with fire and looks around on this world
Oh I love them and the plane in the fog
I was brave and I had fear
I did things...oh my dar
I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
I was up and I was down
He thought the things to the ground
But I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
Never wore a gun before
I was brave and I had fear
I did things...oh my dear
I never wore a gun before
I was brave and I had fear
I did things...oh my dear
I was strong and I was weak
Was not the girl I tried to be
But I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
I never wore a gun before
Never wore a gun before
song performed by by Wonderwall
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Monks have both a capacious sleeve and a tight sleeve.
Dark The Moods
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
The ones that 'use' to visit and annoy,
When I felt quite defeated.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I could not rid or alone leave.
On me they fed as if a feast to feed.
I had to freeze all emotions,
Shown and worn on my sleeve.
They were too easily revealed.
Too easily perceived.
I had to pick myself up,
Off my knees.
There was a comfort in it,
With a welcome of a hopelessness that pleased.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I could not rid or alone leave.
On me they fed as if a feast to feed.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
The ones that 'use' to visit and annoy,
When I felt quite defeated.
I had to freeze all emotions worn on my sleeve.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
I had to pick myself up off my knees.
Dark the moods.
Dark too those attitudes.
They 'use' to visit me when I...
They 'use' to visit me when I...
They 'use' to visit me when I felt,
Quite DEFEATED!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suleman
My name is Suleman and i am sitting in the dark alone,
And i am in the Gulf of Aden for justice!
For a child who has a father is not afraid to carry a son on his back,
And i will rule my mind always with love.
No one pea for the truth nowadays,
And i am solidified with emotions;
But my child is at my back to carry on the journey.
I am sitting here alone in the dark,
And suicide isn't the best answer;
For a lady who is in love is not afraid to say it,
But i am solidified with my emotions.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If You Knew How Much I Love You
If you knew how much I love you,
Emotions would run dry,
For although I dwell above you,
I love you here on high...
A billion stars could come and go
Before this love could fade,
For you, My love, are all I know,
From everything I made...
You are the apple of My eye,
The smile that lives within,
The laughter and the longing sigh,
The hearts I seek to win...
You are the blessing I preserve
As centuries proclaim,
The treasure troves of all the Earth
Who call upon My Name...
You are the Child of Prophecy,
You are the Child of State,
You are the Child of Calvary,
You are the Child of Fate,
You are the Child of Government,
You are the Child of Grace,
You are the Child for whom Christ went,
So He could take your place...
Behold the time and times to run,
The seasons dead ahead,
For I shall send to you My Son,
The Pierced One, who once bled...
And He shall govern lands and seas
And hearts and souls of men
And when you see the Prince of Peace,
You'll see My love again...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Hat
In city shop a hat I saw
That to my fancy seemed to strike,
I gave my wage to buy the straw,
And make myself a one the like.
I wore it to the village fair;
Oh proud I was, though poor was I.
The maids looked at me with a stare,
The lads looked at me with a sigh.
I wore it Sunday to the Mass.
The other girls wore handkerchiefs.
I saw them darkly watch and pass,
With sullen smiles, with hidden griefs.
And then with sobbing fear I fled,
But they waylayed me on the street,
And tore the hat from off my head,
And trampled it beneath their feet.
I sought the Church; my grief was wild,
And by my mother's grave I sat:
. . . I've never cried for clay-cold child,
As I wept for that ruined hat.
poem by Robert William Service
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A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.
quote by Clara Barton
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A Mother Child
A mother is a child
She is younger than her children
That is why she learns from them
She learns the value
Of overcoming sin
Temptation passes her by
Her Children are her mentors
She teaches them while
They teach her…… Perfect
A Mother loves her child
With her life ……. Nothing more
She is burdened by love
She cares, She loves
She’s our mother
We love her
A team of the greatest
A mother and her child
One can’t live without the other
They run a race
A relay
Her love powers her
She can over come
All things
Just dig a little deeper
They are the strongest
A mother and her child
Nothing can separate their bond
Emotions pay a truce
A battle can be mended
Strongly from their hearts
She follows a God
A being not be seen
And so does her child
Her child follows her
They make her feel the love
What more could we want
poem by Dustin Bennefield
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sharing
Sharing is
Fulfilling one’s desire
To be heard
Make others Understand
Emotions of the heart
The turmoil of the mind
One may be old or a child
Everyone has something
Going at the back of
The mind
Relieve yourself of
Of the miseries
Share them with
Somebody
Whom you like
Lucky are those
Who can share?
The booty of emotions
With the person of
Their choice
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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When I say manage emotions, I only mean the really distressing, incapacitating emotions. Feeling emotions is what makes life rich. You need your passions.
quote by Daniel Goleman
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The Trigger Called Emotion
when emotions run high
poems come like
a tornado,
when emotions run low
what is happening
to you?
when emotions become
too suspicious
what is next to do?
will you pull the trigger of
the gun and leave
the handwritten note:
because i love
you so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Old Child
Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.
Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.
Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.
Child. Old child.
Always soft-spoken;
No longer breaking,
Still being broken;
I have become
An old child, unspoken.
Child. Old child,
No longer bold;
By thinking, rethinking
Of stories untold,
All through my childhood,
I've become... old.
poem by Mihai Cosmescu
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Miss Thing
She knew she was all that
Couldn’t anybody tell her anything?
She wore clothes that were chic
Look like a million bucks.
She was like ice,
When she walked in the room everybody froze
Other women were jealous, but who’s to blame
Every man wanted her name
She would tell them “Miss Thing”
Everybody wanted her, but she wasn’t for sale
She wore diamonds on each hand
She had a name for herself
A woman who don’t need a man
She has beautiful self-esteem
Little kids want to be like her
She would tell them
Be yourself, don’t be ashame of who you are
It don’t matter what other think of you
Keep your head up and they will follow you
Don’t try to be me, try to be better
The kids asked for her name
She would tell them “Miss Thing”
Everybody knew she was going places
But she already knew that
She demanded respect from everyone
Some people would try to give her advice
But she would walk away without listening
She tell them I’m a woman not a child
You give a child advice about themselves
Don’t tell me about how to be me
I’m a grown woman with a lot of dreams.
She would finally her comment with
Just in case you want my name
Everybody call me “MISS THING”
poem by Carlisa Smith
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