En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Sick

I'm not aloud to get sick.
It's against the law.
It's against my religion.
A job that depends on me being their.
A survival of my current affair.
Feed some rice to a pigeon.
Faking a feeling of awe.
I feel like I have been hit in the head with a club like stick.

A headache that can't exist.
Lungs that should be breathing clearly.
And a stomach that should be able swallow anything.
A boss getting pissed.
A job I care about dearly.
And all else that's missing.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

“validation”

A little bit of validation,

I guess that is too much to ask.

There is nothing right anymore between us,

There is no way in hell this can last.

You don't seem to care

That I feel this way.

I make you treat me like this,

Is what you always like to say.

That is the lowest form of a cop out,

You could possible give.

You don't think that what you do,

Has anything to do with whether I live or don't live.

You make me feel unworthy,

You treat me like I don't even exist.

And God forbid I get upset about it and say something,

Cause that's when you really get pissed.

I'm sick of being the last one you consider,

I am sick of being the one you want if no one else is around.

I am sick of feeling like this and living like this,

I am sick of any peace not ever being found.

poem by Jessica Lynn Hepner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Bummer

I'm sitting here
Feeling icky
This medicine I've got
It's very sticky
I'm swimming in a sea
Of tissues
And gulping down hot tea
I'm sick
Oh man, I'm sick
And it's no good being sick
Because I feel awful

I've got a pain in my side
It's a killer cramp-oh!
God, it hurts!
I've gotta take some Tylenol or something
'Cause this really hurts

I'm sneezing, coughing, wheezing
AACHOOO!
Ugh...my nose...is so stuffy
My throat is sore
When I swallow, it stings like crazy
My body aches
I've got shivers and shakes
Shimmying down my spine
My forehead is like a hot-air balloon
Ascending into the sky
I feel dizzy
I feel queasy
My stomach hurts so bad
I feel like I'm gonna...like I'm gonna...
BLEH!
Ugh...too late...I already did
There's a pool of sickly pink and green
Staring up at me
Ew...

I'm sick
Oh man, I'm sick
And it's no good being sick
Because I feel awful

poem by Jade chiKahn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

MAMMA'S BAKED CHICKEN AND RICE...by Talile Ali

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SPECIAL AND NICE
I FELT ABOUT MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE
BUT FOR ME AT THE TIME IT WAS BEYOND PRICE
EVERY DAY MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE

WHEN I WAS SICK AND NEEDED YOUR CARE
WITHOUT GATTING A LASH CHICKEN AND RICE WAS THERE
THE DOCTORS TOLD YOU BLAND, AND THAT WAS FINE BY ME
CHICKEN AND RICE MADE BLAND SPECIAL FOR ALL TO SEE

AT FIRST AFTER DAY'S OF HAVING THIS SERVED TO ME
I WAS PISSED AS HELL TILL I HAD A TALK WITH MY BUDDY
EVERY DAY HE'D COME OVER TO GET ME TO PLAY
AND HE'D SEE ME FINISHING MY CHICKEN AND RICE EVERY DAY

HE SAID THAT YOUR MOMMA MUST REALLY LOVE YOU
SHE MAKES THAT EVERY DAY, AND ON THE WEEK ENDS TO
SHE GOES IT SO QUICKLY AND IT SMELLS SO GOOD
YOUR MOMMA MUST REALLY LOVE, I WISH MY MOMMY WOULD

I LOOKED AT MY BUDDY AND SAW IN HIS FACE
THE TRUTH AND THE HONESTY ALL PLAIN IN PLACE
AND FROM THAT DAY FORWARD I SMILED WHUEN I HEARD
MY MOM CALL MY NAME TO COME EAT THOSE THREE WORDS

CHICKEN AND RICE, CHICKEN AND RICE I SAY
MY MOM MADE THE BEST, IN HER OWN SPECIAL WAY
WHEN EVER I AM FEELING WSPECIALLY NICE
I WOULD ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE TO HAVE CHICKEN AND RICE

SO MOMMA, YOU NEEDED TO JUST HERE ME SAY
I APPRECIATE THE LOVE THAT YOU GIVE ME EVERY DAY
AND THOUGH IT MAY SEEM LIKE I AM BEING UNKIND
IF SO, I'M JUST BEING FOOLISH AND MANIPULATIVE THAT TIME

YOU ALWAYS COULD BRING OUT THE BABY IN ME
AND FOR THAT AND THE CARING THIS POEM YOU DID SEED
THANK YOU MOM, DEAR LADY FOR ALL OF THE ABOVE
AND THE CHICKEN AND RICE AND THESE MEMORIES OF LOVE

poem by Talile Ali
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Mamma's Baked Chicken And Rice

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SPECIAL AND NICE
I FELT ABOUT MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE
BUT FOR ME AT THE TIME IT WAS BEYOND PRICE
EVERY DAY MAMMA'S CHICKEN AND RICE

WHEN I WAS SICK AND NEEDED YOUR CARE
WITHOUT GATTING A LASH CHICKEN AND RICE WAS THERE
THE DOCTORS TOLD YOU BLAND, AND THAT WAS FINE BY ME
CHICKEN AND RICE MADE BLAND SPECIAL FOR ALL TO SEE

AT FIRST AFTER DAY'S OF HAVING THIS SERVED TO ME
I WAS PISSED AS HELL TILL I HAD A TALK WITH MY BUDDY
EVERY DAY HE'D COME OVER TO GET ME TO PLAY
AND HE'D SEE ME FINISHING MY CHICKEN AND RICE EVERY DAY

HE SAID THAT YOUR MOMMA MUST REALLY LOVE YOU
SHE MAKES THAT EVERY DAY, AND ON THE WEEK ENDS TO
SHE GOES IT SO QUICKLY AND IT SMELLS SO GOOD
YOUR MOMMA MUST REALLY LOVE, I WISH MY MOMMY WOULD

I LOOKED AT MY BUDDY AND SAW IN HIS FACE
THE TRUTH AND THE HONESTY ALL PLAIN IN PLACE
AND FROM THAT DAY FORWARD I SMILED WHUEN I HEARD
MY MOM CALL MY NAME TO COME EAT THOSE THREE WORDS

CHICKEN AND RICE, CHICKEN AND RICE I SAY
MY MOM MADE THE BEST, IN HER OWN SPECIAL WAY
WHEN EVER I AM FEELING WSPECIALLY NICE
I WOULD ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE TO HAVE CHICKEN AND RICE

SO MOMMA, YOU NEEDED TO JUST HERE ME SAY
I APPRECIATE THE LOVE THAT YOU GIVE ME EVERY DAY
AND THOUGH IT MAY SEEM LIKE I AM BEING UNKIND
IF SO, I'M JUST BEING FOOLISH AND MANIPULATIVE THAT TIME

YOU ALWAYS COULD BRING OUT THE BABY IN ME
AND FOR THAT AND THE CARING THIS POEM YOU DID SEED
THANK YOU MOM, DEAR LADY FOR ALL OF THE ABOVE
AND THE CHICKEN AND RICE AND THESE MEMORIES OF LOVE

poem by Talile Ali
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Head For The Barricade

FIGHT, FIGHT
FIGHT, FIGHT
FIGHT, FIGHT
FIGHT, FIGHT
Sometimes you gotta fight for your right
When your not sure you're in a fight for your life right?
If you ain't packin any tactics
You might get ass kicked
Even if you are you little knucklehead
I'm kinda sick of being aggravated
I'm glad I'm hated
I guess I'm doing something right
But that's what happened back in Columbine
You gotta know when to stop
And not go over the top
Cause there's a chamber deep inside the brain
It's covered with chains
So don't be shaking them loose
And if you do I'll be running for the hills
Cause I'm ready to rock and now we're playing for real
I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT
You better watch out when my adrenaline kicks I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT
IT'S TOO LATE, YOU ALREADY BEEN HIT, DAMN!
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricades)
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricades)
This world can make you stick to your stomach so I
Put on my headphones, listen to the Deftones
It's getting crowded in my spaceship
Living in a dream
Running from the hate machine
You know it's,
Such a drag when there's people talking down to ya
Such a drag when everything sucks do ya,
Walk away with spit on your face or do ya,
Draw lines and give them a taste cause I,
Know it's never gonna end
If it happens again I'm going straight for the throat
Another note
Don't forget you had a chance
Now I'm over the sidelines and ready to dance
I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT
You better watch out when my adrenaline kicks I gotta
FIGHT FIGHT
IT'S TOO LATE, YOU ALREADY BEEN HIT, DAMN!
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricade)
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricade)
IF YOU GOT THE GUTS (Head for the barricade)
Then come on down (Head for the barricade)
IF YOU GOT THE GUTS (Head for the barricade)
Then come on down (Head for the barricade)
AND HEAD FOR THE BARRICADE
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
GET UP GET UP
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
GET UP GET UP
FIGHT
HEAD FOR THE BARRICADE
I ain't playin around
HEAD FOR THE BARRICADE
I ain't playin around
HEAD FOR THE BARRICADE
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricade)
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM HA HAHA STICK 'EM
STICK 'EM STICK 'EM
YEAH! (Head for the barricades)

song performed by by Limp Bizkit
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Follow The Leader

She walks down the sidewalk wondering
Lost in thought as the cars they pass her by
Wondering whose life this is and why
All of the things she had moved on
Theres things she cannot quite understand
Theyre so happy following tradition
And she just cant
Lungs are breathing, heart is pumping
This means shes alive but they say
Somethings wrong with her feeling this way
Afraid to find years(? ), come out and see
Those same people following her lead
Hoping that what she has is now what they all need
When she looks at them now she just smiles
As mis-led souls trample untold miles
When if they just followed their hearts they could be
Gifted for the rest of their trials
Lungs are breathing, heart is pumping
This means shes alive but they say
Somethings wrong with her feeling this way
Can you feel it, can you feel it
Can you feel it, can you feel it
Can you feel it, can you feel, feel it
Can you feel anything, can you feel anything at all

song performed by by Unsung Zeros
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Life As Sequencing

i was born on January of 1961
on the 29th day
i grew up in a little barrio
there were no books
but there were many trees there

then i was sent to a city school
studied hard and consistently
made to the top of the class

then i went to a university
studied the sciences, religion and the arts
lots of philosophy in there
and poetry

then i got employed
by some notable companies
where i earned money
where i got a name
where i learned the language of
diplomacy and survival

then one day, in noticed that in this
sequencing of my life
something has gone wrong

it is not the marriage
it is something else, it something that
you also know, the missing link
one that makes you wish
you were dead
one that makes you numb
the reason why you have sleepless nights
and lousy mornings

it is this link that gives you a feeling of loss
and grief
this emptiness that stays in your stomach
you are not hungry
you just feel it

it is the same feeling you have now
and you know very well why

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Survival in a stable environment depends almost entirely on remembering the strategies for survival that have been developed in the past, and so the conservation and transmission of these becomes the primary mission of education. But, a paradoxical situation develops when change becomes the primary characteristic of the environment. Then the task turns inside out — survival in a rapidly changing environment depends almost entirely upon being able to identify which of the old concepts are relevant to the demands imposed by the new threats to survival, and which are not.

quote by Neil Postman
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

So Sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Ricky Baker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Im sick

im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?

poem by Malorie Genoff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Sick Of Trying

Trying to win,
I swear it's a sin,
god made impossible,
sometimes you feel unstoppable,
until you realize,
your stuck,
in the same rut,
trying to get out is a pain in the butt.
Sick of Trying,
So Sick of Trying,
Maybe I'm lying
and I got the will to
go on,
but it seems so hopeless,
Can't cope with this,
I'm sick of it making
me sad or pissed,
And I miss the feel of a kiss,
but it looks like I stepped
in a pile of S***.

Coming up short,
yet again,
Muff it,
who said I need friends,
Who said I need anybody,

I'm just sick of trying and coming up short.

poem by Matthew Petranovich
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Gone!

oh you know how it is
wake up feeling blue
and everything that could be wrong is
including you
black clouds and rain and pain in your head
and all you want to do is stay in bed
buf if you do that you'll be missing the world
because it doesn't stop turning whatever you heard
if you do that you'll be missing the world
you have to get up get out and get gone!
yeah you know how it is
wake up feeling green
sick as a dog and six times as mean
you don't want to sing you don't want to play
you don't want to swing you don't want to sway
all you want to do is nothing
on a day like today
but if you do that you 'll be missing the world
because it doesn't stop turning whatever you heard
if you do that you'll be missing the world
you have to get up get out and get gone!
yeah get up get out and get some fun
you have to get up get out and get gone!
yeah get up get out and get gone!
get up get out and get gone!
you have to get up get out and get living
yeah this is really it...
so you know how it is
wake up feeling grey
nothing much to think and nothing much to say
don't want to talk don't want to try
don't want to think don't want to know
who what where when or why...
oh but you do that and you're missing the world
yeah it's happening right now whatever you heard
you do that and you're missing the world
you have to get up get out and get gone!
yeah get up get out and have some fun
you have to get up get out and get gone!
yeah get up get out and get it on
get up get out and get gone!
you have to get up get out and get living
yeah this is really it!

song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Wasteland

Out into the wasteland
Out into the wasteland
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
Emissionary man amongst the heathen
Cant you see a modern primitive
I came back, Im gonna find,
Im gonna give religion
When there was, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Theres a man in need of resurrection
(no religion)
Cant you see a modern primitive
(no religion)
But Im a man I need my love and
Freedom (no religion)
When there was no freedom at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
In vr land
The future of fun
Tell me what to do
In vr law
Computer crime
Um, so sublime
A fantasy scene
In my machine
Give me secret of life
Let me know, yeah, what I am
And you know that I could get
Outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Ow, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion yeah
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Yeah, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion at all
No religion at all
No religion

song performed by by Billy Idol
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Boss Of Me

Yes, no, maybe
I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is unfair, so I just stare at the stain on the wall where
The TV'd been, but ever since we've moved in it's been empty
Why I, why I'm in this room
There is no point explaining
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is a test, but I confess
I like this mess I've made so far
Grade on a curve and you'll observe
I'm right below the horizon
Yes, no, maybe, I don't know
Can you repeat the question?
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now
You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big
Life is unfair

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Run

I love the feel of it
That way I feel more alive
As if everything is right
I'm only focused on one goal
I need to get as far away as I can
Like I'm fleeing from something or someone
And I probably am
The wind is blowing fast
My hair is blowing past
I can feel my lungs expand
With each step
Each breath
Blood is pumping through my veins
I finally feel that moment
When my lungs are on fire
About to explode
When I'm at my maximum
My limit
I try to hold it there
But eventually I slow to a stop
My lungs are still pumping
And I'm still breathing hard
Reality has come back
I want to feel alive again
But I know
There's more to life than running

poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Inside Out

[Chorus]
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

I burn burn like a wicker cabinet
chalk white and oh so frail
I see out time has gotten stale

The tick tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall

I hear words and clips
and phrases I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale

[Chorus]

So Cal is where my mind states
but it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly sad as you
Or am I origami
folded up and just pretend
demented as the motives in your head

[Chorus]

I alone am the one you don't know you
need me take heed feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close sink when you get close tie me to the bedpost
I alone am the one you don't know you
need me take heed feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close sink when you get close tie me to the bedpost

[Chorus]

song performed by by Eve 6 from Eve 6
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Our Affair

What a perfect night
Secrets lights up the sky
Like fireflies do
There's nothing but a silky hope
That old opiate
Between me and you
Don't look now
We're just about there
We're just one little breath away
From our affair
From our affair
Don't move too fast
Don't run scared
We're just one surrender away
From our affair
Don't you feel like
You're coming down with something
Some great fancy flu
Don't you feel like you're
Coming down with me
And it doesn't get sicker than you
Don't you feel like this is the really good part
Where it's still up in the air
The perfect romance is never
Stated or sated, deflated or fair
Don't admit it yet
And don't stop saying your prayers
We're just one little heartbeat away
From our affair
From our affair
There's a light in my window
And a little red ladybug in my hair
Just one turn down an empty street
Away,away, away
From our affair
From our affair
There's a white-hot desire
Of which I am pleasantly aware
Just one more "wait a minute baby"
Away, away, away, away
From our affair
From our affair
From our affair

song performed by by Carly Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

To have a feel of my food

To have the feel of my food not just the taste of it in my tongue
I use my bare hands, the rice I fold between my palms the fish
I touch with my fingers, and then my mouth opens to swallow and savor

Just like you tonight, I feel you with my bare hands I taste you
With my tongue because you are the food of my soul and my soul
Feeds on you as you also feed on mine

We are bare all over, not just our bare hands
We touch we feel we lick we breath with our noses
On our skins, we feed on our flesh, we go deeper
Into our souls, our eyes feast on the food we lay in front of us
The lights of our eyes open in our room the festivity to a beginning

We feed on ourselves we are hungry & greedy & we are never full

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

How to I rid?

So sick of feelings unexplained
So sick of feelings untreated
So done with the fact that I have to be done
So gone, but yet I cannot run
So done with writing that sappy love poem
So done, now start up with feeling alone
So done with making poems all about you
So ill, but the thrill of the thought of us two:
Still so stick in my head
So how do I rid?

poem by Jared Bradford
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Why Bother?

i hate my life,
i just want to end it,
it not going the way i want,
why should i stay?
i don't feel like i belong,
i don't feel people want me around,
so much going through my head,
like which way should i go?
which would work the best?
which way can i go,
so i won't return to this life?
i hate it that much,
these are the questions that run
through my head,
who will care?
maybe just my family,
but, that's it?
why should i carry around so much pain?
i'm sick to my stomach thinking about it,
i'm stuck in a life i no longer want,
tiried of sticking around just hopeing
that some day it will get better,
because the way i see it,
there is no upside to things,
who am i kidding?
thinking my life had meaning to remain,
because day after day,
i'm starting to see it as a joke,
with that one question that still lingers,
what the hell am i even doing here?

poem by Mona Martinez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!