Simply Lonely
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Receives
Instead he hides
His feelings
In a guise as black as night
He uses red lines
He uses sharp edges
To hide, silently crying inside
They call him a troublemaker
He just wants the attention
That is always denied to him
His mother just sits in her room
Locked up with her boyfriend
Never paying attention
His father is no where to be found
He left years ago
No one can get close enough to see
The class clown
Just wants to have someone's
Undivided attention
To know someone
Truly cares
He's lonely
He always is
He just wants the attention
That he never
Recives
poem by Autumn Winds
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Talking To Themselves
There is not a day that goes by,
I find myself lost for words to say.
But as each day does go by...
I realize very few are paying attention,
Whether they are in conversation or not.
And I have also noticed,
Those who are giving their undivided attention...
Are often talking to themselves.
'Well...
At least there is 'someone' captivated,
By what is being said.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personal Attention
Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs
Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds
Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs
Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Attention
(olivia newton-john /annie roboff /steve seskin)
Here in my heart, theres the truth
But no one could love me like you
But lately you seem so far away
Pretending that you hear what I say
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Sometimes you look so unsure
Has time left you longing for more?
Wishing you would let me back in
I just wanna be home again
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
You mean too much to me to give up without a fight
Lord knows we cant survive one more silent night
Id like to think theres a chance
Some way to save our romance
But if I have to do it alone
Id be better off on my own
Its all I can do to get some attention from you
Oh,what can I do to get some attention from you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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SUICIDE is not a WANT but a NEED
Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.
You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.
Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.
If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.
The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Undivided Attention
I 'use' to wonder as a child,
Why there were so many elderly people...
Packed inside the church,
My mother made sure...
She would take my sister and I,
Faithfully on Sunday and choir rehearsals...
As children.
When I turned 60,
I realized...
I could talk to myself,
And not get a batted eye of attention...
From anyone!
That piece of the puzzle,
No longer remains a mystery.
Now I know for a fact...
What those who are elderly know.
God is the only 'One'...
To have ever given undivided attention.
Most in their youth take for granted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes if you get 'em too drunk they don't pay no attention to what you're doin' anyways, so you might as well just do old songs. But if you get one that's paying attention, sometimes we'll do some new material.
quote by Merle Haggard
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Andy Warhol Was Right
Twisted Little Daydreams
Memories with pain
Locking me behind the closet door
I will be a good boy
Promise I wont run
Sit quite in my room
Playing with my toy gun
Now I'm older but the memories
still eat me like disease.
Alone in the darkness
watching you on my t.v.
Why did God make you so famous
when he only spit on me.
I want to bathe in your light.
I want to be on the news.
If I take your life
its nothing personal.
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention.
I'm sitting on the steps.
The sun is sinking low.
The world gets very quiet
as the street lamps start to glow.
I step out and I raise my gun
time just seems to slow.
For a moment I can see myself
trapped in your reflection.
I'm angry and I'm lonely
and I'm dying for attention.
I want to bathe in your light.
I want to be on the news.
If I take your life
its nothing personal.
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention.
Dying for attention.
Mama
song performed by by Warrant
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Secretly Having An Affair
I've been doing this,
For years.
Without thought of receiving attention,
For years.
And for years,
There has been no expectations.
Until someone brought it to my attention,
I should keep my opinions to myself.
Since Mother Nature had become influenced!
And it became known we were secretly having an affair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Love Yet To Get
There is one disadvantage,
In being a part of a large family.
Or inter-related like many who confess it.
There will be more than a few believing,
They are deserving of getting attention.
With a love to them individually expressed.
And those who have accepted life as it is...
Have learned to give love without attention given,
Because with them it is love they feel.
And this is what they give to others regardless.
Since God has already give them all the attention,
And this love once known is the best love yet to get.
Although some with insecurities will feel a need,
To call attention upon themselves.
For whatever those reasons...
To appease and satisfy their mental weaknesses.
Thank God the trees aren't jealous of their branches.
Or the leaves sprouting from them which are nourished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bloop
I'm walking down the hallway,
of MY school,
and everyone knows my name,
it's like they know a person,
who said hi to me once,
because they did my homework for me,
and all of a suden were friends...
were not,
why does every one have to know my name,
i mean why cant..four people know my name,
that's only four hello's in the morning,
and four goodbyes at night,
but no,
of course not,
i must know everyone and have some intimate bond with them because they desire attetnion,
I do not want attention,
i do not desire attention, and i do not need attention,
why does everyone give me so much...
it's like the people are sucking the life out of me,
they all know my first,
and last name,
HOW do they know that,
sometimes i even forget thet..
well not really,
but I don't know anyone's name
poem by Sandra jacks
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Stick Around
If I have offended you...
I do offer options.
You can choose to look at it this way...
Either I have had a lot of practice at it!
With those before you providing my experience.
Or...
You have gotten on my last nerve,
With such a degree of annoyance...
I had to offend,
To deliver the attention you sought!
Now...
Which is it?
If neither of those applies,
And this is your first time being insulted...
You and I could become good friends.
I do not often offend without a purpose.
Stick around!
You look as if,
I might have finally found the one...
Who will not put up with it!
'You're sick! '
Really?
Tell me more.
Don't stop.
I'm all ears.
You have my undivided attention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Pays Attention
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than your lover
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than your children
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than your friends
Death will pay more
attention to you...
than YOU!
Death is always there.
poem by Brenda Poole
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Polling is merely an instrument for gauging public opinion. When a president or any other leader pays attention to poll results, he is, in effect, paying attention to the views of the people. Any other interpretation is nonsense.
quote by George Gallup
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I've found the best way is to not be scared of the attention but to be grateful for it and open to it. It makes my days better rather than being annoyed that people want my attention.
quote by Brandon Routh
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With A Prioritized Attention Given
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.
It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.
Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.
Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.
That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence, a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it.
quote by Herbert Simon
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What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention, and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it.
quote by Herbert Simon
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That Child Hiding In One Of The Nooks Of The Busy Kitchen
there there
there is that child that hides in one of the nooks of the kitchen
badly beaten
and crying in silence
for years he is hiding there
and everyone is disregarding him
justifying
he is one of those pasts
and pasts
shall be forgotten
there there
there is that child that keeps on crying silently
and endlessly for years
my attention is
always caught
saying
i am you and you are in me
do not pretend that the years have grown some callous skin in your hands
that you are hard
and impenetrable
i am your father my child
and you cannot just treat me like a shrug on a shoulder
like dandruff on your hair
like some
old uncut fingernails
think some more
for solutions
and if you find it
this trembling room shall stop trembling
your nightmares
finally gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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