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If I don't feel like writing today or for a few days, I don't. And I don't think about it. It is not an obligation-it is the greatest privilege.

quote by Jonathan Carroll
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I'm Not Writing A Poem Today

I'm not writing a poem today, don't feel like writing,
Instead I'll watch soaps today, while nail-biting.
I'm not writing a poem today, I'm just going to sleep soon,
Instead I'll later wake up and look at the white moon,
I'm not writing a poem today, I'm just going to be sad,
Instead I'm going to search for something else that makes me glad.
So peace be unto anyone that reads the letter here,
For I am not writing a poem today, just going to get a beer.

poem by Chad Fisher
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Two faces to a one-sided coin

It's days like today
i feel like skipping school
Like drowning in my own bloody pool
I hate him for what was done
Wish I could hurt him for fun
On days like today.

It's days like today
That make me hate the world
My thoughts are all too swirled
Their words are deadly weapons
killing me, destroying me
On days like today.

It's days like today
i thought you were cool
But you thought me a fool
I don't know what goes on in your head
But i wish you dead
On days like today

poem by Matthew Hyatt
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The greatest and most amiable privilege which the rich enjoy over the poor is that which they exercise the least--the privilege of making others happy.

quote by Charles Caleb Colton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Today Hate Is Taking Over Me

Today is one of those days
Hate is the only thing in my head
Everything I push away for this day
Today, today I just want to be alone
While the anger taking over me
Instead of the sadness I use to love
Now I’m alone feel the cold air going in my room
Feeling nothing but my heart betting
Thinking what I should do to get away for the anger out of me
so I’m sitting here writing away make myself think so the anger
can go away until I need it once again

poem by nic Leisure
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I Must Confess

Today I confess to you
one of my biggest fears
That you don’t feel the same as I do.

Today I confess to you
one of my greatest joys
For this feeling gives me great happiness.

Today I confess to you
my grandest accomplishment
To be able to have this feeling.

Today I must confess to you
That seeing you
Makes me feel complete.

Today I must confess to you
That your touch
Heals all my pain.

Today I must confess to you
what I feel is painful
And it makes it more grand.

Today I must confess to you
That no one shares
What my heart feels for you.

Today I must confess to you
My deepest feeling,
I love you!

poem by Maria Segura
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Who is obligated?

Obligated to take care,
Obligated to spare,
Obligated to be awake,
Obligated to sacrifice,
Obligated to worry,
Obligated to keep smile,
Obligated for life,
Obligated for the name,
Obligated for giving birth,
Obligated for the initial,
Obligated with responsibilities.

What obligation do they have,
When they disown them?
What obligation do they have,
when they abandon them?
What obligation do they have,
when they torture them?
What obligation do they have,
when they walk over them?
What obligation do human have,
when they are alone?

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Today....is

Today, today and today was like today, a remeberance of today won't feel like yesterday or it won't feel like tommorow but it feels like today and it will always feel like today no yesterday or tommorow will change today, oh today taking out days away like yesterday that's what today means it means no tommorow it means no yesterdays I will not dare to relive my past but stay in the present...stay in today that's what I want to do.......bc today is, and today was the day that I....yes I made a difference........L/S

poem by Luisa Sanchez
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Writing To

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Writing every emotion..
With such a white background.
It makes no sound
Even as the keys I pound.
Let my words have bite
Let from my words drip out meanings beyond meanings
Its something I try to be constantly be achieving.

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
I want every heart and mind
Sucked in cause this is my world stage
No sense of the time.
Never to turn the page
Stuck in to a world oh so oh so fine

Writing to feel
Writing to heal
Writing to steal
Listen to her melody, as she sings.
Let chaos reign down from the skies
What will this day really bring?
Will the letter say good bye?
Will it mend everything?

Making everything better.
Destroying all the consequences
That exist in your world.
Welcome to the place I visit daily.
Inspirational maddness,
It attacks, attacks, and attacks.
With perfect sadness
I must let go once more.
And then the words hit the floor

Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
Becoming one with my soul.
Fighting for its one and only control.
Its mine, Its mine. Its mine.
In this reality it subsequently is not
A constant questioning of what?

Writing to feel
Writing to heal.
Writing to steal.
With every sound, taste, and light.
The worlds get get oh so oh so bright
Understand that which is not so forthright
This is my night, and day.
So come on join me, please this way.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Fragile Heroes

writing writing writing in agitated states
until the truth comes out.
shivering, weeping with a heart that leaps
past obstacles. see the lonely boy-
lonely boys are everywhere.
if you are a boy and you are lonely,
you feel quite nobel you know?
your thoughts are somewhere you were
in your early days, and somewhere they
will return.
lonely boys can wander anywhere, because
their thoughts and dreams are assailed
by interminable thoughts of family, the world
seems hostile for a while, then the lonely
boys eventually find some way of
carrying their family thoughts
on the outside, and then they become
fragile heroes.
afraid to speak, but with impetuous
sparks in their hearts.
if you ever feel this way be sure
to let me know and we could speak
for days.

poem by Jorgen Doyle
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Days of My Life

Greater do I feel today, above all other days,
Yet not one person sees me.
Normal do I feel today, like the rest of the days,
Yet not one person sees me.
Lesser do I feel today, for the rest of my days,
Yet not one person sees me.

Greater do I feel today, above all other days,
Yet not one person hears me.
Normal do I feel today, like the rest of the days,
Yet not one person hears me.
Lesser do I feel today, for the rest of my days.
Yet not one person hears me.

Greater do I feel today, above all other days,
Yet not one person knows me.
Normal do I feel today, like the rest of the days,
Yet not one person knows me.
Lesser do I feel today, for the rest of my days,
Yet not one person knows me.

poem by Stephen Howard
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Blah

Blah

I feel so Blah today
I think it might be me,

I feel so Blah today
Yet it never grows old,

I feel so Blah today
Why can’t I sleep these days away?

I feel so Blah today
Why can’t I change?

I feel so Blah today
And it seems it will never go away!

poem by Brad Combs
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I Cannot Go Ahead

I CANNOT GO AHEAD

I cannot go ahead-
Today is not the day -
I just don’t have the right feeling in me-
I confess
I make excuses-

Out of the confession and excuses
I try to overcome
By writing these poor lines.

I feel in spite of all I have done
Or tried to do
That I have truly done nothing
And all depends only
On my building my confidence
By writing this would- be- poem now.

And now that I have done it
I not knowing whether it real or not
I feel, wrongly or not,
‘I am beginning to open and flow again’.
‘

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Greatest View

You're the analyst
The fungus in my milk
When you want no one
And you got someone
Through the wind
You crawl
And laugh at burning dunes
When no one else will
Ever see

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why you feel like letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Mistakes don't mean a thing
If you don't regret them
So pack your tactic toes for the winter
Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
No-one else will ever see

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
The greatest view from here
The greatest view

song performed by by Silverchair from Diorama
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Privilege is the greatest enemy of right.

quote by Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach
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Anybody who's ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.

quote by Dizzy Dean
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The Greatest Days Of All

(Dolly Parton)
A dirt dobber built its nest
On my only Sunday dress
And the roof leaked in my shoes
And when they dried they were too small
And the rats chewed a great big hole
In my only winter coat
And at night I'd hear them gnaw
The paper on my bedroom wall
But I still say
Those were the greatest days of all
Some happy and some sad
Some good and some bad
But I still say
Those were the greatest days of all
I used to wait by the garden gate
Where the hummingbirds came ev'ry day
To kiss the yellow roses
Growing up the garden wall
And in the tall grass I would lie
'Til ev'ning shadows brought the night
Thru the window of my room
I'd hear the whippoorwill's sad call
And I still say
Those were the greatest days of all
Some happy and some sad
Some good and some bad
But I still say
Those were the greatest days of all
Now as I make my way
Along the busy city sidewalks
My head arouring from the deafening city sound
You can't hear a whipporwill in this noisy city
And tall green grass don't grow
Along the sidewalks of this town
And hummingbirds don't fly around
These artificial roses
Like they did around the garden wall
And, oh, so often in my mind
I'll go back to another time
And I still say
Those were the greatest days of all
I still say
Those were the greatest days of all

song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Come Alive In Writing

I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -

I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-

I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fan Mail

I set my hand to writing you... it drifted off the page.
I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake... I havent ate in days.
For unspoken value, aesthetic, and charm, Id smile at you sideways,
But the lighting is wrong.
Im taking a picture, and counting the cost, while the bells in my ears keep ringing.
I set my hand to writing you... it drifted of the page.
I nearly fell, I feel like a lowlife in hell and I havent slept in days and days, days and days...
Beat on my fender through my gemini 2, play to the posters on the wall of my room.
Thought I was crazy when Id think about you... and the bells in my ears keep ringing.
And the bells in my ears keep ringing.
In my ear bells are ringing.

song performed by by Blondie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Click Your Heels Until Your Feet Numbs

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'Pretend it's steak.'

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'Pretend that and vegetables,
Are on your plate.'

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'Now 'see' yourself not homeless.
See yourself in a mansion,
High upon the hill!

Dance among the flowers scenting.
Go ahead,
Pick a few of those blooming daffodils.

Don't be discouraged,
By your sightings of those who have not!
Look upon them as the true victims.
And ignoring them will speed up your visions.
To forget you are jobless,
Helpless and your teeth rot!

Remember this,
Keep your need to greed wished.
Click your heels until your feet numbs.
And your deceit and thieving ways...
On this land 'will' return.
And those days of gluttony,
For you and everyone...
Will finally to all,
Someday come.

Close your eyes...
Repeat.
And pass me the pepper,
Gravy.
And salt to throw over my shoulder to toss!
Repeat,
With me...

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'That's it,
Pretend it's steak.'

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'That's it.
Now,
Let's pretend that and vegetables,
Are on our plates.'

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'Now 'see' yourself not homeless.
See yourself in a mansion,
High upon the hill!

Dance among the flowers scenting.
Go ahead,
Pick a few of those blooming daffodils.
Remember this,
Keep your need to greed wished.
Click your heels until your feet numbs.
And those days of gluttony,
For you and everyone...
Will finally to all,
Someday come.'

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'That's it,
Pretend it's steak.'

It 'is' the greatest.
It 'is' the greatest.

'That's it.
Now,
Let's pretend that and vegetables,
Are on our empty plates.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Access to the Vedas is the greatest privilege this century may claim over all previous centuries.

quote by J. Robert Oppenheimer
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