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It may not be the bearded man
who smiles at you and explodes.
It may not be the errant tyre
that slides on the icy roads.
It may not be the scaffolding plank
that bounces on your head.
It may not be pneumonia
that smothers you in bed.
It may not be the fever
that creeps through blood and vein.
Or the quiet worm in the sole of your foot
that climbs up to your brain.
It may be that the breath leaks out
in a mist of expiring pain
and nothing can make it turn about
and slide back in again.
Ready?
poem by Brian Taylor
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My Car Slides (1)
Version1
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My car slides
My last words are:
'Help. Mother I'm...'
My car slides
I wait for cold
A fear of the dark
My car slides
And I pray to
Things I've not seen
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
My car slides
The radio plays
'Heaven...' something
My car slides
This quiet night
Time plays slow tricks
My car slides
My clock runs down
Tick tock tick...
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
Version2
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Now there's a girl outside my door
She's raw pink shame
She makes love as the machines play
Sound effects of mayhem
She disconnects my own heart at times
The cure comes next
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She can only whisper such things
Like 'I tear inside'
She's like a gangster in drag I knew
Skin like china.
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
song performed by by Gary Numan
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My Car Slides
Version1
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My car slides
My last words are:
help. mother im...
My car slides
I wait for cold
A fear of the dark
My car slides
And I pray to
Things Ive not seen
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
My car slides
The radio plays
heaven... something
My car slides
This quiet night
Time plays slow tricks
My car slides
My clock runs down
Tick tock tick...
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
Version2
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Now theres a girl outside my door
Shes raw pink shame
She makes love as the machines play
Sound effects of mayhem
She disconnects my own heart at times
The cure comes next
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She can only whisper such things
Like i tear inside
Shes like a gangster in drag I knew
Skin like china.
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Kathleen
'Going out there is no other
coming back there is no trace'.
Love and care for one another,
Smooth the sadness from her face.
Like Orestes how she travels!
Light-foot ever, onward roams;
as the skein of life unravels,
everywhere she makes her homes.
Loves she keeps in golden cages,
(LOVE she smiles at from afar) ,
turns (with smiles) her golden pages
(climbs her grass blade to her star) .
Still the sadness does not leave her
though she smiles and smiles again
and her gladness like a fever
is shadowed round with wisps of pain.
'Going out there is no other
coming back there is no trace.'
(Love and care for one another;
smooth the sadness from her face.)
Like Eurydice she lingers
where Pluto reigns as King of Shades
while Orpheus touches gentle fingers
and her sunshine slowly fades.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Rhyme & Reason
Oh well oh well so here we stand
But we stand for nothing
My heart calls to me in my sleep
How can i turn to it
'cause i'm all locked up in this
Dark place--
And i do not know i'm as good as dead
My head aches--
Warped and tied up i need to kill this pain
My head won't leave my head alone
And i don't believe it will
Until i'm dead and gone
My head won't leave my head alone
And i don't believe it willl
Until i'm six feet under gound
How long i'm tied up
My mind in knots--
My stomach reels in concern for what i might do or
What i've done
It's got me living in fear
Well i know these voices must
Be my sould i've had my grave
Lying wired and shut and quiet in my grave
Leave me here
Leave it to me to waste here
So young and here i am again
Talking to myself
A tv blares
Oh man
Oh how i wish i didn't smoke
Or drink to reason with my head
But sometimes this thick confusion
Grows utnil i cannot bear it all
Needle to the vein
Needle to the vein
Take this needle from my vein my fiend
I said
In my grave
Lying, lying cold in my grave
The reason--my reason
Take my head off this terror
The fearing won't come back
I can't see my mind's all wiped clean
The needle
Make my great escape
I seem caught in time
My head leaves me behing
Body fall cold
And i have seen heaven
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Rhyme Reason
Oh well oh well so here we stand
But we stand for nothing
My heart calls to me in my sleep
How can I turn to it
cause Im all locked up in this
Dark place--
And I do not know Im as good as dead
My head aches--
Warped and tied up I need to kill this pain
My head wont leave my head alone
And I dont believe it will
Until Im dead and gone
My head wont leave my head alone
And I dont believe it willl
Until Im six feet under gound
How long Im tied up
My mind in knots--
My stomach reels in concern for what I might do or
What Ive done
Its got me living in fear
Well I know these voices must
Be my sould Ive had my grave
Lying wired and shut and quiet in my grave
Leave me here
Leave it to me to waste here
So young and here I am again
Talking to myself
A tv blares
Oh man
Oh how I wish I didnt smoke
Or drink to reason with my head
But sometimes this thick confusion
Grows utnil I cannot bear it all
Needle to the vein
Needle to the vein
Take this needle from my vein my fiend
I said
In my grave
Lying, lying cold in my grave
The reason--my reason
Take my head off this terror
The fearing wont come back
I cant see my minds all wiped clean
The needle
Make my great escape
I seem caught in time
My head leaves me behing
Body fall cold
And I have seen heaven
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Fever
When I get home from my job
I turn on my t.v.
But I cant keep my mind on the show
When I lay down at night
I dont get no sleep
So I turn on the radio
But, lord, the only thing I hear
Is you whisperin in my ear
The words that you used to say
Well, now the days grow longer
My love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse every day
I got a fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fever
Nothing that a boy can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fever
Left this little boy blue
I can remember comin home
See you standin at the stove
With the dishes on the table
Dinner ready to go
Or maybe out to a movie show
Something that youd like to see
Oh, you were my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
When you put your arms around me
Made me fell alright
Well, now the days grow longer
And my love just grows stronger
And the fever gets so bad at night
I got a fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fevernothing that a boy can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
Hes got the fever
Oh, hes got the fever
Left this little boy blue
Its gonna be alright, now
If I can make it to the morning
Im gonna be alright, now
If I can just make it to the morning
Its just this long and lonely nights
Everytime I close my eyes
All I see is her face
Everytime I shut my eyes
All I see is her face
But Im gonna be alright, now
Ill be alright, now
When I shut down all the lights
When I turn off all the lights
When I turn down all the lights
And when I lay my head on the pillow
I cant stop myself in thinking
Baby, where are you tonight?
Where is she tonight?
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Disintegrate
The pain enables your will power, like the
sand that sucks in the waves of the oceans
edge- it can't flood much more. Life is all
about pain, if you let it rule- pain smiles,
cries, pain conceals behind our jokes,
and smiles, in our dreams and fantasies.
Hide, hide, but never leave! sickens your
guts, The world is full of it, pain! Tell me
the purpose, tell me the good side- yes
pain means your still alive- in body and
spirit. What if we had a switch we could
turn off and on, to make ourselves free
of pain, and when we need to weep, turn
it back on. I quess there's just one way and
that's to surrender yourself. No more pain,
or live with it- pain rules you, hunts you-
making it less easy, let's go back, and just
release it from our world.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Just Fiction
My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,
The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,
To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,
I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,
The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,
You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.
The one I have created to get out of this depression
poem by J.T. Solomon
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Head Creeps
No more time
Just one more time
So crazy, beat the strain
Too lazy, shake the gray
So, and she willed the rain
So let me be defamed
Your redundancy stains
Tired of infantile claims
Like puppets on a string
Untangle you from me
Time to call the doggies off
Tired of the shadowin
Slide me to the side again
Slapped in the face again
No more time
Just one more time
Your redundancy stains
Tired of infantile claims
Like puppets on a string
Untangle you from me
So crazy, beat the strain
Too lazy, shake the gray
So, and she willed the rain
So let me be defamed
Time to call the doggies off
Tired of the shadowin
Slide me to the side again
Slapped in the face again
One day my plane leaves
Some way my head creeps
Some day my head leads
Some way my head creeps
No more time
Just one more time
Empty room sets the scene
Pick at me slow, pain fiend
Suck me through barbed screen
Anger becomes our queen
Tongue whipping forked black
How long until you crack
Surprised and set back
Lackeys loose talk for fact
Time to call the doggies off ]
Tired of the shadowin ]
Slide me to the side again ] (2x)
Slapped in the face again ]
One day my plane leaves
Some way my head creeps
Some day my head leads
Some way my head creeps
Creeps
No more time
Just one more time
So crazy feel the hate
Yeah, Ive got years to wait
I know its not too late
Lending clean hands of fate
Rise from the dirt Im in
Hide in anothers skin
Stick black dress doll with pin
Your mouth takes on my grin
So crazy (3x)
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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T.N.T For The Brain (Night Girl Remix)
Smell your skin
Feel your breath
You on my side
I couldn't resist
I hope I'll understand some day
What's the meaning of this crazy game
It is real and pure
T.N.T. for the brain
If there's no pain
Rules are still the same
I'm with you, just lead me
I'm ready to play
T.N.T. for the brain
Don't be scared and have no fear
I will show you what it means
If there's no pain
Rules are still the same
I'm with you, just lead me
I'm ready to play
T.N.T. for the brain
What you feel is insane
It is love and not a game
T.N.T. for the brain
song performed by by Enigma
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T.n.t. For The Brain
(michael cretu)
.
Smell your skin
Feel your breath
You on my side
I couldn't resist
.
I hope i'll understand some day
What's the meaning of this crazy game
It is real and pure
.
T.n.t. for the brain
.
If there's no pain
Rules are still the same
I'm with you, just lead me
I'm ready to play
.
T.n.t. for the brain
.
Don't be scared and have no fear
I will show you what it means
.
If there's no pain
Rules are still the same
I'm with you, just lead me
I'm ready to play
.
T.n.t. for the brain
.
What you feel is insane
It is love and not a game
T.n.t. for the brain
song performed by by Enigma
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Privileged to pine
You’re my sunshine.
When you are gone,
Gone is the sunshine.
Also my eye-shine.
You’re my Hormone.
When you are gone,
Gone is the Hormone
Also my backbone.
You are my rain.
When you are gone,
Gone is the rain.
So is my lawn.
You are my sway.
When you’re away
There is no way.
I’m in dismay.
You are my soul.
I am your sole.
Make me not lore,
Instead, console.
Albeit your exit
Memory stays put.
If you are out,
I turn a pervert.
Spike has no pain.
But skin had pain.
My heart is slain.
How to explain?
Who is the cause
For this impasse?
And your pause?
I shall ensconce.
You rein my brain
And rule my vein.
As you abstain
I am sore to pine.
Sight is extinct;
Talk is distant;
Chance is defunct.
But you’re extant.
Be whatever they;
See me to stay
And answer my say.
That only I pray.
You fear me, near.
You hear me, afar.
Your heart is ajar.
I only am aware.
I pine and pine
And find it fine
As I imagine
You in my brain.
You may forget.
You may desert.
I can’t repeat.
I can’t retreat.
Tragedy has a melody.
22.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hay Fever
Sitting by my stereo all alone
My baby calls me on the telephone
She says, baby take me out for a dance
I tell my baby I feel so bad
I cant go out and its making me sad
But when you see me, I know you will understand
I got hay fever, blocking up my head
Hay fever, I ought to be in bed
How can I dance when I can hardly breathe
Wish I could cure this infernal allergy
I got, hay fever blocking up my brain
Hay fever, feel the sinus pains
And all the pills and the powders are in vain
Thought I was cured but here it comes again
It goes ooh-ah
The pollen counts getting higher and higher
My eyes are sore and my nose is on fire
My throats dry now and Im starting to perspire
My stuffed up heads killing all of my desire
I got hay fever, you wicked allergy,
Hay fever, you put the curse on me
And Ive inhaled every know remedy
I cant stay cool cos Im starting to sneeze
I cant make love when I cant hardly breathe
We start to dance and my nose starts to bleed
There must be a cure for this hay fever
Is there a pill or a powder I can take
I must get a cure, for my romance is at stake
Hey fever, you tore my image down
Hey fever, I must look like a clown
I must have used every tissue in town
Im running round sniffin like a hound
It goes ooh-ah
I wanna kiss but Im sneezin instead
I cant make love when my head feels like lead
How can I pose when my nose is all red
We should be home, should be tucked up in bed
But I got hay fever
Hay fever
Hay fever
Hay fever
Hay fever
song performed by by Kinks
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No Longer Inside Of Me
I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Innocence & madness
-Innocence & Madness-
Innocence written in warm blood on the cold tile floor of the bleach white bathroom.
The girl sat, hunched over,
Rubbing at the rich red stain in haste,
Rocking back and forth as if the white walls were padded.
The long sleeves of her white shirt tied behind her back.
Her hands trembled,
Like an old wrinkled red leaf on an oak tree.
Her breath caught in her chest,
A caged bird, stalked by a Tabby.
A drum thrums in her chest,
Wildly growing faster.
Her head jerks,
Violently shaking no.
Her eyes dart to the shiny black object,
Resting on the linoleum.
A small weapon of mass destruction.
Her stomach churned,
The sour taste just before the storm.
A thousand thoughts race through her mind,
A waterfall off the edge of the earth.
A mothers sobs heard audibly from another room.
The whining of rudely impeding sirens reach her ears,
She stops.
Her face contorts in anger and rage.
She’s on her feet,
Twisting on all the faucets.
She shakes,
Heaving,
Racked by her own sobs.
She slowly slides down the wall,
Curling into a ball on the floor while steam rolled lazily up to the ceiling.
The noise subsided in the rush of running water.
The girl looks up at herself,
Her voice catching,
“Why? ”
Cold hands caress her face,
She kneels before herself.
“Because you’re weak. You’ll never be good enough, You’ll never make it.”
She hastily pulls her face from her hands,
“I’m not ready! ”
She yells at her like a freight train,
Seconds from hitting a brick wall.
“You are now, ” she whispers quietly to her.
Cold. Apathetic.
Foot steps pounded up the stairs,
Creating anxiety,
Like the headlights of a speeding car on your face.
She knows her home.
She knows it well.
Broken.
Torn.
Shattered.
Tears and sobs filling the walls.
Her eyes fall to it again,
A groan of anguish.
She can hear the splintering of wood as the rams head greets the door.
Her pale hand grasps the cold metal,
Turning white with her grip.
The door, Seconds from giving way.
Creaking in pain.
She looks into it’s black hallow pit,
Emotions running wild.
“Just do it! ” she yells at her.
The bathroom light bounces off it’s surface.
She grabs it quickly,
Finger on the trigger,
A twitch, A bang.
More innocence written on the floor.
Her chest tightens.
Gripping the break.
She can hear her struggled breath.
The altered heartbeat,
A cadence gone wrong.
The door explodes,
The light fading,
Her eyes flutter,
Quick strobes of black and white.
A masked vigilante with a shiny badge leans over her,
Fingers at her neck.
“She’s gone.”
She tries,
Mute. Paralyzed.
“I’m still here! ”
They’re further away.
I’m…
Darker…
Still…
Quieter…
Here…
Black.
poem by Tiffany Fawcett
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An Old Tyre (Fun Poem 79)
Someone had discarded an old tyre.
It was all battered and worn.
As I stared at it, I wondered
of what journeys it had been on.
How far had it gone,
and if it had seen
some interesting places on its travels around?
That old tyre discarded on the ground.
When I think of the travels
we make in our car each day,
I bet that old tyre would have a lot to say.
However, it is abandoned,
no use to anyone.
When I looked the next day and the tyre was gone.
Overnight it must have stood up
and rolled along on more travels I presume.
Therefore, this ends the tale of an old tyre,
which was discarded on the ground.
14 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Slide It In
You talk too much,
Never saying what's on your mind,
It's written on your face,
An' in the words you hide behind.
I know what you want,
I can see what you're looking for,
I know what you want from me,
An' I'm gonna give you more.
I'm gonna slide it in
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it, in baby.
Sometimes you seem
Just like a stranger to me,
But, all the games you play
Make it so easy to see.
You're looking for love,
Tho' you try to deny,
The things you put me through
Tell me what I've got to do to you.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in.
(Solo)
You talk too much,
Always treating me so unkind,
I know what I've got to do,
To get me some peace of mind.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it in,
Right to the top.
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it,
Slide it in, slide it in,
Right to the top, baby
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Pain
When you have
Nothing to talk about
For the fear of
Arguing again.
You can only remain
Quiet and keep enduring
The pain...
That seeps through the body
Like the blood in the vein.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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050710C worrisome economy-bail me out
un-easy breath still holds my chest
dow jones slides is not, not over yet
our trading partners in europe troubled
could be not just greece is causing it
panic selling will do that too; stock slide
could be self inflected or speculations
i'm not expert but when mine go down
i know i'm losing plus recovery time
i'm almost 75 % where i am in 2007
then here comes again; i'm losing
i'm hoping i'm not taken for a ride
and on my retirement i'm on slide
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Harvest Time
When the cranky German waggon,
With its ten or fifteen bag on
Comes a-jerkin’ and a-joltin’ down the dusty, limestone street,
And the “Norther’s” blowin’ blindin’,
And the rollers are a-grindin’,
And the agent jabs his sampler thro’ the sackin’ to the wheat,
Let ’em slide along the plank! slide along! slide along!
Sixty bushels for the Bank; slide along!
When your back is fairly breakin’
And your very fingers shakin’
With the heavin’, heavin’, heavin’, in the blarsted, blazin’ sun;
And the agent finds the spots out
And takes all his sample lots out
Where its rusty, pinched, or smutty—knockin’ off five pound a ton;
Sling ’em over with a jerk! slide along! slide along!
Sixty days of wasted work! slide along!
Sixty days a-ploughin’ mallee
In the God-forgotten valley
Of the creepin’, crawlin’ Murray, with the dingoes for your mates!
Sow and harrow, roll and reap it,
But you get no show to keep it,
For it’s “Boom and bust yer biler” when the cocky speculates!
Let the bankers take the lot: slide along! slide along!
Farmin’ mallee’s bloomin’ rot—slide along!
poem by Charles Henry Souter
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