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The girl, The Gun, and The Suicide

My name is Anonymous
And I'm gonna tell you a story
The begining's dull, the middle's depressing
And the end is rather gory
There was a girl who lived in
A small suburban town
Where no matter you go
You see someone you know around
Her life was mostly good
But one major thing was bad
Her mother was an angel
While she had a devil for a dad
He was a sexist bastard
Who liked to beat women
He'd married and divorced three times
All three times, they left him
He also beat his daughters
Untill the eldest ran away
And left the younger dangling
On a rope that was all fray
Finally the younger, knowing
That her life was done,
Decided to go out with a bang
And blew her brains out with a gun
Her soaked through the carpet
And how her mother cried
And that's the end of my story called
The girl, the gun, and the suicide

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Boy And Girl

it was your basic love and death story
a boy and a girl met and thought it was going to last 4 ever
turns out nothing lasted that long
the boy left the girl claiming he no longer loved her
the girl slid down to the floor and cried until she could'nt cry any more
the girl avoided the boy no matter how much he tried to talk to her
the boy was sad. he never meant to really hurt her
but he did anyway
the girl commited suicide
the boy lived but cried until he died

poem by Taylor Marie
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Locksmith

When I was younger
I took women for granted
With my mother not being around
And my fathers words being the only sound
I decided at a young age
I could never trust a girl
Then came love
Or at least that's what they call it
The most devastating thing
I could imagine
I remember the late nights turning
Into early mornings
With nothing but stress on my mind
Followed by a shallow depression
And deep aggression
The disturbing progression
And as I grew older
And more girls
I did meet
My trust stayed the same
Locked away
The only key to be found
Was in her hand
The one girl I did trust
The one girl I couldn't get over
The one girl that left me
The one girl I don't talk to anymore
She has the key
And I didn't get a chance to make a spare
My only hope is a locksmith.

poem by Jeremy Rascon
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A Man For The Ladies

He was the young dad of the sixties he is the old man of today
Married and divorced for the third time that's life as some are known to say
He is seven times a great grandfather one might say his flock multiply
And he is not yet finished with women he says he will give marriage at least one more try,
He is now with one twenty years younger a divorcees of forty one
At the wooing of far younger women he surely is second to none
Some women like their men much older for the father figure they do fall
When it comes to understanding people I know that I know little at all
He was sixty one on his last birthday with brown hair dye he covers his gray
And when it comes to dress and appearance attention to detail he pay
one might say a man for the ladies at wooing them he has known success
His chat up lines seem to be flawless all of the right buttons he seems to press
Yes surely a man for the ladies younger women fall for him in a big way
Yet in love he likes a new challenge and with one he does not seem to stay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story

Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Its The Same Old Story

M. field / n. oliphant
The same old story
Its as old as the stars above
The same old story
Of a boy and a girl in love
The scenes say more moonlight
The times say more june light
Romances the thing
Two hearts away deep in a dream
The same old story
Its been told much too much before
The same old story
But its worth telling just once more
Its all fun and laughter
They lived ever after in ecstacy
The same old story but its new to me

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Im The Girl

Ive got a memory
A thousand years old
And I know secrets
Ive never been told
And Ive got jewels
I havent found
And theyll return me
To the ground
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
And Im a siren
Ill wreck you on my shores
And Im godiva
Ill call you back for more
And Im medusa
And Im your favourite doll
And Im a georgia okeefe
Hanging on your wall
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im joan of arc
Im the girl next door
Im the mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter before
And I remember being born just sound and light
And sound and light and light
And I remember the first time, skin on skin in the arms
In the arms of the night
Well how many times have we looked up into the starry skies
And how many times have we felt the passion rise
Every ruby-lipped girl baby, old lady, squaw junkie, girl after girl after girl
Every muse, whore, good witch, princess, back arching, year after year after year
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im joan of arc
Im the girl next door
Im the mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
The mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
The mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
Before.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Lets Get Married

See first of all
I know these so-called playas wouldnt tell you this
But Im gonna be real and say whats heart
Lets take this chance and make this love feel relevant
Didnt you know I loved you from the start, yeah
When I think about all these years we put in this relationship
Eho knew wed make it this far?
When I think about where we would I be if we were to just fall apart
And I just cant stand the thought of leving you
Meet me in the altar in your white dress
We aint getting no younger, we might as well do it
Been feeling all the while girl I must confess
Girl lets just get married
I just wanna get married
Meet me in the altar in your white dress
We aint getting no younger, we might as well do it
Been feeling all the while girl I must confess
Girl lets just get married
I just wanna get married
Said I done it all
But frankly girl Im tired of this emptiness
I wanna come home to you and only you
Cause making love to just anyone aint happening
I just gotta be with you
Do you think about us finishing something we started so long ago?
I wanna give you my all
Do you think about us maybe having some babies?
Come on wont you be my lady forever,yeah
Im ready to commit to you
And I just cant wait for that night
Cause I need you here with me
And lets start a family
Meet me in the altar in your white dress
We aint getting no younger, we might as well do it
Been feeling all the while girl I must confess
Girl lets just get married
I just wanna get married

song performed by by Jagged Edge
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Praises to the Eldest

Praises to the eldest of siblings!
You know...
The ones parents experiment with?
The ones some plan for...
And rush to grow up,
To get it right with the other 'younger' kids!

Everything is tried on the eldest first.
Whether it is good or bad,
The eldest is going to get it first...
Not the one to get it last!
That comes after the eldest...
Has to grow up fast!

Blamed for something that was not done.
Doing chores while the younger ones have fun.
Being held accountable,
And being told to become more responsible!
Getting sick?
Forget it.
Pretending not to be,
Is what the elder one...
Chooses the younger ones not to see!

He or she has to prove how strong he or she has to be!
And making demands the eldest has to do.
They know when they've been ignored like a pair of old shoes!
And don't be a male in a family of females.
There is nothing right the eldest one can do!
The younger ones will accuse the eldest.
And get away with it too!
Like lieing about what the eldest one does.
Because the eldest one,
Is the one born that everyone likes to pick on...
To abuse and use!
Until the eldest one decides to leave the nest...
To do what he or she chooses to do best.

Growing older alone...
And finding themselves in a home,
The eldest one had said...
Never again they would return,
To hear the bitching, groaning and moans.
And finding themselves with no one there,
To care what the eldest does.
With who...
Or if anyone is there to share!
But...
It is soooo peaceful!

'Thank you,
Father God!
THIS has indeed been earned! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nomenclature

My mother never heard of Freud
and she decided as a little girl
that she would call her husband Dick
no matter what his first name was
and did. He called her Ditty. They
called me Bud, and our generic names
amused my analyst. That must, she said,
explain the crazy times I had in bed
and quoted Freud: "Life is pain."
"What do women want?" and "My
prosthesis does not speak French."

poem by Alan Dugan
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Younger Girls

Words and music by robin zander and rick nielsen
Try to bend me, try to shake me
Try and turn my head around
Oh try to change me, rearrange me
I think you know about the boy you found
A fantasy like this is hit and run
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
I had a dream about girls like you
You said call us, you'll get two
One for your money, two for the show
I'll give you something more
I know,i know,i know,i know
It's hard enough to make you wanna cry
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
It's hard enough to make you wanna cry
And it drives me out of my mind
I'm in love with you, baby
My poor innocent baby
Don't you say maybe
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Feels so good, let me in
I might jump right out of my skin
Don't you ever grow up little girl
Sweet young thing, not so innocent
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
Younger girls
Oh how i love those younger girls
(repeat to coda)

song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Looking For The Good Times

Looking for the good times, baby
Gonna have my fun
Looking for the good times, baby
Girl you can come along with me
Wow, youre gonna see
Just how fine this big old world can be
Looking for the good times, baby
Gonna have a ball
Lookiong for the good times, baby
You can share it all
Theres more to life than youve been living, girl
You can share it all
Theres things to do that you aint thought of yet
You can share it all
So let me be the one to do the giving, girl
You can share it all
Youll find the things you thought you couldnt get
Looking for the good times, baby
Gonna have my fun
Looking for the good times, baby
Girl you can come along with me - with me
Looking for the good times, baby
Gonna have a ball
Looking for the good times, baby,
Girl you can share it all...

song performed by by Monkees
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I'm Staying Me! ! ! ! ! ! !

where are my hopes
where are my dreams
my Cinderella story scene
when do you think
they'll finally see..........

that I'm not not not
like other people, you see in the hall
I'm the new new new girl
I'm the stranger
for that I have to fall?

I'm the new girl
I'm the weird-o
I'm the mystery.......

I'm not not not
like the other people
I'm just just just like you
you were supposed to be my prince charming
in my Cinderella story scene
but you left left left
me all alone
I was too much to handle
so now I'll just just just say.......

I found my hope
and
I found my dreams
I don't need a Cinderella story scene
I don't care if people see............

because I'm
not not not
like other people
you see in the hall
and I'm
just just just
who I want to be
and I don't care
if I fall

so go go go
and run away
from me
because what you don't don't don't
see
is I'm staying me!

this is a song and it sounds weird without the beat
so please tell me how you think it is
and what I can do to improve it

thank you

poem by No Reason To Care
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Black Angel

Black Angel
(By Sheila D. Thompson)

ok, ok, I landed on this earth to kill
look at me,
cause once you cross me your fate will be sealed.
People think it's a laughing,
thing it's a joke, next
thing they lay dead before me.
And I think I'll choke.
I lived a hard life.
I know I don't suppose to be a girl,
in this world, this place could
change the kindest creature to
a beast.
I became a cannibal, and I like it I came
here on a quest to feast.
Now I can't stop.
going crazy at day and
sane by night,
I guess that's why I hide in the
darkness from light.
Black Angel (Black Angel)
Black Angel (molded by the world)
Black Angel (and just only
a little girl) Black Angel
(crying for a change) Black Angel

I listen to thunder and lightening,
forget that it's frightening, liking
the sound, watching the people
up from above, knowing there no
love.
I stand alone, I'm on my own,

I am young so I write my
pain in this song.
I know it's hard try being
a little a girl,
raised up fast in a cruel
world.
fate was ever kind to me.
I watched my father
(hurt my mother)
I watched my father
(beat m brother)
I watched my father
(create a son with my sister)
I miss my father(and I love him)
I am so alone-black Angel-
I still hope someday, that
I can learn how to pray.
I still walk so bold
knowing my hart's half cold(repeat)
(oh-Black Angel heart beat
with thunder and rain* Black Angel)
now it's just heartbeat and rain*Black Angel
(the last few words should echo)


A poem wrote by Sheila Deliese Thompson: C/O
swtlamb @yahoo.com

Let me remind you this is a young girl
reaching out in her own words.

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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A sister is.....

A sister is your guardian angel if she's older,
and your constant shadow if she's younger.
She's your best friend in all your endevours.
Your confidant, protector of your heart,
and secret keeper. A sister can also be
your enemy; your best adversary at times
of fighting.

She keeps all of your secrets, even the tough
ones. She's the one to tell you constantly
how pretty you are, partly because you look
similar in some ways. Your sister is the one
to call when that one boy talks to you; especially
when he decides to break your heart.
Also she's the first one vowing to beat him up
if he breaks your heart.

Your sister is your mother at a younger age
and you are hers. Not only is she your savior
shall anything happen to you, she also knows
what to do to make you feel better and wipe
away the tears. A sister is your only friend
when all others have walked out, especially
when you need a friend the most. This is
the person you shared your bedroom, and
at any time when your body changes, the one
whom you share clothes with.

She knows what makes you laugh, cry, and
most times is the one to make you laugh
and cry. She gives you a firm grasp of life
and tells you how hard love is so you don't go
in blind. She has the qualities of an angel and
will never leave your side. She's the one who
understands every personal event life throws
at you, for she lost the same loved one you did.

To me a sister is all of these qualities rolled into
two. For I am the lucky one to have two big
sisters like you.

poem by Tessa Eichhorst
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A Story (feat. Pierre Henry)

I got a story
A sad sad story
About a girl
Who met a boy
About her mother
Whose vision saw her
Daughter to marry
Another boy
(Nooo nooo nooo...)
They made a plan
To get away
To run away
And though it be hard
To make that day
Freely to live
Without the mother
They'd send a postcard
(Nooo nooo nooo...)
Out on the interstate
That's where they made their mistake
That's where they met their fate
Out on the interstate
They met a monster
The monster of the interstate
Who will not hesitate
Who eats teenagers
Like a shark eats little fishes
Who eats bad kids disobeying parents wishes
An interloper against the elopers
A troll at the pay toll
They stopped at the toll booth
And reached for a quarter
The monster filled the whole booth
He gave them no quarter
"Don't eat me"
Chirped the girl
Clutching to her purse
"Don't eat me"
Croaked the boy
"Or eat her first
I'll turn right around
And take her back to her mother's
We repent of being out of wedlock lovers"
"You should have thought of that before"
And a scaly horny hand
Ripped the car lock door
And the boy
Tried to drive
But oh boy
He was eaten alive
And the girl
Tried to scream
But she was swirled
In the giant's vanilla ice cream
And the boy was yummy
And the girl was yummy
As they slid down the throat
To the monster's yellow tummy
He said:
"Hmm hmm good
Didn't do like they should
Hmm hmm good
Didn't do like they should"
The mother sold the
Rights to the story
It was so scary
This gory story
They made a movie
A horror movie
The mother made a million
And the producers made a billion
"And that other sweet boy
That my daughter has shunned
Now I'm his wife and he's my husband"
The moral of this story
Is clear for all to see
And if clearly all can see
Then it isn't clear to me

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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So Called Story

Harsh words,
spillling over,
warning the loving daughter.
Hurtful words,
telling the daughter
a one-sided story,
of a tale of deception.
Mother did wrong,
by blaming the father.
By pinning it all on
the new victim of his love.
Choosing to leave the daughter,
Choosing to leave the mother,
Choosing to leave the dear family behind him.
Moving on with a new life
to start again.
Forgetting all that was
Such a sad story to tell the daughter
who never wanted to know.
The secrets behind the new loving family.
Never knowing the truth.
This so called story
is all she now knows.
of the ending of times
between mother and father.

poem by Nicole Gehrman
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Evol

is this just another love song? well it sure sounds that way..
about some girl who dumped me and how i found my way
well this time its different, 'cause im not coming back
im not sure i want another freak attack
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever
its an all or nothing game like russian roulette
you can pull the trigger and risk your life, or sit back and relax
all of my romances left with a bullet in their head
it leaves a whole story blank.. it leaves a dreamer dead
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever
im falling.. im falling.. im falling.. im falling.. i'm falling.. i'm falling..
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever
am i old enough to have fallen so many times?
fallen for a girl like you before i let my life behind
why cant i just find a perfect girl
the one i know was meant for me and knew that i would live forever

song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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Introducing... Me!

I am the woman who was the girl who thought she was alone.
The same girl that pretended to be the life of our group to stay on top.
The girl who was everyone's friend even though I did not like myself very much.

I was the girl who thought that love only came in one form.
So I used it to my advantage and ended up scorned.
I was the girl that found herself in trouble too deep to be fished out.
I was the girl who grew up too fast with no way out.

I had to grow, so that I might learn to be the mother I needed to be.
I was the girl who was a child-mother with only my own mother there for me.
The girl who was afraid to pout who had to be always brave.
The girl who felt as if I never got but only gave.
I was the girl who made all her own choices and stood up to take responsibility.
I was the girl who told the world how dare you judge her because of me.

Now I am the woman who, will fight the very devil for my childrens lives.
I fought him for two of my babies and won, my fourth in God's arms lay.
I am the woman who will stand up and shout for what I believe.
The woman who learned the hard way there is no reprieve.

I am the woman who finally learned how to love herself.
And in doing so found true love at last.
I am the woman who is the life of the party now.
The woman that has few real friends, but they matter more then they did then.

I am the woman who can cry and know it will be alright.
I am the woman who can say,
I am beautiful today.

If not for one woman who was there to help show me how.
I would not be the woman standing here now.
My Mother is the woman in me who I long to be.
My Mother is the woman I emmulate and hope my girls will come to be like.
She is stronger then Breast Cancer. Stronger then Divorce.
Stronger then all the trials I put her through.
If she were not here today what would I do?

poem by Lydie Mathers
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The Little Girl's Story

Here's a story
about a little girl
who was like an angel
to the world

then she moved
and everything went bad
now that little girl
is so so sad

that little girl is gone
that little girl has cried
that little girl is lost
that little girl has died

poem by Kami Henson
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I Love Only One Girl

(words & music by sid tepper - roy c. bennett)
Oh, I love only one girl, the one I got my arms around
I love only one girl, one in every town
In paris there is mimi, and when the moon is bright
I love to take her walking, along the seine each night
I kiss her on the left, then I kiss her on the right
Oh, I love only one girl, the one I got my arms around
I love only one girl, one in every town
Im proud of my brunhilda, in frankfurt on the rhine
Oh shes a lot of woman and all of her is mine
Oh she can lift a steinway as easy as a stein
Oh, I love only one girl, the one I got my arms around
I love only one girl, one in every town
In naples theres maria how she can cook and flirt
You cant beat her lasagna, I eat until I hurt
And then she tops it off with amore for dessert
Oh, I love only one girl, the one I got my arms around
I love only one girl, one in every town
Oh I love only one girl, the one I got my arms around
I love only one girl, one in every town
I love only one girl...i love only one girl
I love only one girl...i love only one..girl..
Shes the girl for me...

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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