Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.
quote by Sybil Adelman
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Fade To Black
FADE TO BLACK
You live your life day by day
You can't feel it's slipping away
It's like heaven where you never get bored
You self inflicted Rock'n roll whore
Can you feel it
Can you feel the clocks ticking away
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
You've got a thousand wounds to heal
You gotta stop thinking nothing's for real
electric shock won't bring you back
You're fading baby
You fade to black
The world doesn't change in a day
The world doesn't change it
The world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
the world doesn't change in a day
It makes me sick
to see
what you need
to breathe
It makes me sick
to see
what you mean
to me
When you are the one inside
is it what you thought it'd be
I always knew you'd be a star
and now you are
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Her Open Relationship
You sleep with her.
She sleeps with him.
Together you live.
With a child bared.
Fight about what each other did.
Only to make it up at night.
You won't even take care of your own kid.
Not a single once of trust left alone with him.
Yet she doesn't care.
She works and sends the kid to family.
Thinking your crazy.
I know something she does not.
Another lie.
You never worked a day in you life.
Yet she doesn't care.
You blame it on a criminal record.
Yet she doesn't care.
Like a mother she needs someone to take care of.
You do drugs, and steal her savings for the child to pay for it.
Her revenge is humiliation of it in public.
Bare no false witness some would say.
Still together as you always were
Still together as you always will be.
No matter what she still loves you.
This is her open relationship.
I know this personally, for I told her the truth and she hated me for it.
I pulled her wool off her eyes as he was trying to get with three girls at the same time.
Still she doesn't care.
One was at my house waiting for him.
Such is the power of love so blind.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Stronger - Kelly Clarkson
vs.1 You know the bed feels warmer,
Sleeping here alone.
You know I dream in color,
And do the things I want.
You think you got the best of me,
Think you've had the last laugh.
Bet you think that everything good is gone,
Think you left me broken down.
Think that I'd come running back,
Baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong.
(chorus)
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Stand a little taller,
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.
What doesn't kill you makes a fighter,
Footsteps even lighter,
Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger,
Just me, myself and I.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Stand a little taller,
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone.
vs.2 You heard that I was starting over with someone new,
They told you I was moving on, over you.
You didn't think that I'd come back,
I'd come back swinging.
You try to break me, but you see
(chorus)
Thanks to you I got a new thing started,
Thanks to you I'm not the broken-hearted.
Thanks to you I'm finally thinking about me,
You know in the end the day you left was just my beginning
In the end...
(chorus)
2nd part of chorus x 2
(When I'm alone)
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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A woman....
A woman laughs so she doesn't scream.
A woman cleans so she doesn't hit.
A woman crys so she doesn't leave.
A woman leaves so she doesn't get hurt.
A woman loves for all the right reasons.
poem by Tiffany Rockelle
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Thinking Man's Blues
i was thinking about Jesus
i was thinking about robbing a bank
thinking about the band a playin'
while the Titanic sank
thinking 'bout salvation
thinking about getting free
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
i was thinking about generations
i was thinking about saving grace
i was thinking about truth and lies
thinking about flesh and lace
thinking about redemption
and rivers running to the sea
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
i was thinking about the Dharma
'bout Martin Luther King
thinking about Merle Haggard
thinking about James Dean
thinking about the costs of war
about moral depravity
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
thinking and a wondering
do you ever think about me?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gender ego
A woman doesn’t admit that the other
woman is beautiful.
A man doesn’t admit that the other
man is handsome.
A woman doesn’t digest any man
pursuing other woman.
A man doesn’t digest any woman
responding to other man.
Men and women are in rivalry
Among themselves, not across,
Gender ego being the propeller.
25.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why are butterflies free?
A butterfly goes thru one of lives greatest metamorphoses.
It starts its life as a caterpillar going thru life eating and waiting for that moment to begging its life’s journey. It cocoons itself until it is ready for its last steps in life.
Spring forth from its cocoon, it frees itself and flies off into the light. It is its begging and ending all at the same time.
It doesn’t care about what the future brings
It doesn’t care about lesser things
It doesn’t care about the rain
It doesn’t care about the pain
It doesn’t care about where it belongs
It doesn’t care about a silly love songs
It doesn’t care about right or wrong
It doesn’t care about the road being to long
It doesn’t care if the sun sets in the east
It doesn’t care about war and piece
It doesn’t care about the world in helter skelter
It doesn’t care about a warm shelter
It has no idea about mass destruction
For that takes too much contemplation
For politics it has no reaction
It needs no constitution
Just being is its satisfaction
It looks to no one for absolution
No homeland for repatriation
It has no skin for condemnation
It has no time for recreation
It has no room for damnation
A butterfly lives its life like there is no tomorrow
For a butterfly there is no tomorrow
A butterfly just wonders the earth sapping up life as it goes by
It owes nothing to anyone
Fly butterfly, fly and be free
Be free to be free
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Are We A Dying Breed?
Bread winners, protectors
a little description what a man is
providers for all, soldiers for the defenceless
Fall short we have
cowards we've become
the destruction cannot be undone
hostage takers, boogie man we are
Rapist, child molesters
woman beaters and murderers
all that describes the majority that is a few
What real is, is not existent
we are becoming extinct
heroes and the brave
we are but a few yet plenty
cowards over-populate
and we decline
in numbers and in faith
A man doesn't rape
A man doesn't pillage and plunder
A man doesn't poison the minds of little kids
A man doesn't cause pain or murder
A man doesn't lie or contradict
A man doesn't raise a hand on a woman
A man doesn't abandon his children and responsibilities
A man protects all that is dear to him
A man, a real man takes care of business
Men, humanity, are we a dying breed?
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Numb
yeah this is how it ends
after all these years
tired of it all
hopelessly helplessly broken apart
he finally falls
he doesn't want to think
doesn't want to feel
doesn't want to know what's going on
says there's nothing he can do will change anything
he doesn't want to know what's going wrong
because he's in love with a drug
one that makes him numb
one that stops him feeling at all
he's in love with a drug
forget eveyone
he really doesn't care anymore
anymore...
yeah this is how it ends
after all this time
everything just fades away
worn-out and empty and all alone
with nothing left to say
oh it's all too big to make a difference
it's all too wrong to make it right
yeah everything is too unfair
everything too much to bear
he doesn't have the strength left for the fight
says all he wants is the drug
the one that makes him numb
the one that stops him feeling at all
he just wants to take the drug
forget everyone
he doesn't want to care anymore
just keeps loving the drug
the one that makes him numb
the one that stops him feeling at all
just keeps loving the drug
the drug that he's become
he isn't really here anymore...
and that makes me cry
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Runaway Lover
You lost your reputation on a woman
You didn't understand or care to know
You get your education from your lovers
But now there's just no place for you to go
Chorus:
It doesn't pay
To be a runaway lover
It doesn't pay
To give away what you lack
You'll never get your money back
You're set adrift with no direction
Just like a ship that's lost at sea
You don't care where you drop your anchor
Make sure it doesn't land on me
(chorus
song performed by by Madonna from Music
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The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.
quote by Roberto Bolano
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She Wonders
Held in bondage to her mind
Pressure there, she can't unwind
She suspects, all that say they care
All that love her, she must beware
Does he love her or does he not
The silence so loud, that she forgot
What's he thinking, sitting so still?
Is he with her against his will?
She doesn't know what to say or do
Married to him, but she doesn't have a clue
She walks on egg shells most of the time
Is loving him such an aweful crime?
She aches inside for him to hold her hand
Or just a hug, can't he understand?
She just wants to feel loved by him
But the chances of that, are mighty slim
She wonders if she will ever feel his love
He doesn't abuse, but so neglectful of
In her life, no one has cared very much
She just yearns for her mans touch!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Whatever
(feat. The Trolls)
I'm sittin' like a stone
On a solitary evening
Without my girl
Life has no meaning
She didn't say why
And she didn't say what for
she just said "I've been thinking it over"
And whatever,
Whatever
Whatever
She doesn't want to play
And her voice just fades away
Whatever
The solution to love
I haven't found yet
Does God have curlers and a
Lairnet
Everything I say comes out
To be a no no
The feelings I had were the
Only promo
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
She doesn't want to play
And her voice just fades away
Whatever
Now I'm just one of the Joes
On the corner
I guess I ought to stay home
And watch the porno
I wanna get close
But no one
Will let me
I wish someone would react out
A and get me
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
She doesn't want to play
And her voice just fades
She doesn't want to play
And her face just fades
She doesn't want to play
And her touch just fades away
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Thinking of you on your birthday! Leah :)
Another year another birthday thinking of you all day
Thinking about school the old times, the memories stay
Thinking about laughs and good times we had in class
Thinking about the joys of the past
Thinking of technology class and the time everyone loved the pizza man song
Thinking about XL and the day we did up the room with paint
Thinking about the time Verneita pretended to faint (LOL)
Thinking about the time we all got out of school early when it snowed and went up the golf
Remember the times we used to get in trouble and we didn’t even care sometimes I wish I could do it all again.
Thinking of you on your birthday :)
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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2u
2u
I hope that youve been thinking about me
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
Pick up the phone to call you
But I hung up cause Im so afraid
Afraid of rejection
Or another woman in your face
Hopin all day that you would call me
And that youre thinkin of me too
Well in my case with the game of love
If I played I would probably lose
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that youre thinkin of me
And I pray every night you love me
I dont ever want what we have to end
And Ill always be your friend
Dont you feel me calling from afar
If you dont know Ive been there from the start
As sure as my name is what it is
Youll always have a place in my heart
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
Ooh, ooh, ooh....
I hope that you have been thinking of me
The way that I have been thinking of you
When I pray every night
That its me in your dreams when your sleepin
I really hope that Im the that youre thinking about
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Chorus
I hope that you have been thinking of me too (I hope that, I hope that youve
Been thinkin)
The way that I have been thinking of you (all the time, cant get you off my
Mind baby)
I hope that you have been thinking of me too
The way that I have been thinking of you
See I hope that its you
And I hope that you are baby
Thinking of me too
Ooh, yeah, yeah...
See I hope that you are
Ooh, youre thinking of me
I need for you to think about me
Like I think about you baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
I hope that its you
And I hope that youre thinking of, thinking of, thinking of me too
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Poem (‘It Doesn’t Look Like A Finger...’)
It doesn’t look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glass
It doesn’t look like something to eat it looks like something eaten
It doesn’t look like an empty chair it looks like an old woman
searching in a heap of stones
It doesn’t look like a heap of stones it looks like an estuary where
the drifting filth is swept to and fro on the tide
It doesn’t look like a finger it looks like a feather with broken teeth
The spaces between the stones are made of stone
It doesn’t look like a revolver it looks like a convolvulus
It doesn’t look like a living convolvulus it looks like a dead one
KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FRIENDS USE THEM ON
YOUR BITCHES OR
YOURSELVES BUT KEEP THEM OFF MY FRIENDS
The faces between the stones are made of bone
It doesn’t look like an eye it looks like a bowl of rotten fruit
It doesn’t look like my mother in the garden it looks like my father
when he came up from the sea covered in shells and tangle
It doesn’t look like a feather it looks like a finger with broken wings
It doesn’t look like the old woman’s mouth it looks like a handful
of broken feathers or a revolver buried in cinders
The faces beneath the stones are made of stone
It doesn’t look like a broken cup it looks like a cut lip
It doesn’t look like yours it looks like mine
BUT IT IS YOURS NOW
SOON IT WILL LOOK LIKE YOURS
AND ANYTHING YOU SEE WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU
London Bulletin, No. 2 (May 1938), 7.
poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXI: It doesn't mean any harm
It may be provocative
It may be disturbing
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be rough
It may be emotional
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be wild
It may be rebellious
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may go unplanned
It may look careless
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a nuisance
It may be a mistake
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a mess
It may be complicated
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be slow progress
It may test the patience
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a hard blow
It may shake the faith
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be cursed
It may be judged cruel
But it doesn't mean any harm
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Who Peeps On The Peeper?
Who peeps on the peeper?
God.
Who else keeps the peeper peeking,
But God.
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep...
As those who seek to take a peek.
Believing what is done they do,
Is out of sight.
And out of God's reach.
Thinking lessons learned...
God does not teach.
Who peeps on the peeper?
God.
Who else keeps the peeper peeking,
But God.
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep...
As those who seek to take a peek.
Believing what is done they do,
Is out of sight.
And out of God's reach.
Thinking lessons learned...
God does not teach.
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who peeps on the peeper?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
Who doesn't get a wink of sleep?
God!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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