I don't like people to think they know me. It makes me queasy.
quote by Helen Hunt
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Fascination Number Four
The metaphoric see-saw
(up, down)
A lesser version
of a stomach churn…
Up,
down,
Like a high not far off the ground
It, makes you queasy and
Makes you sway
It, makes you force your balance and
Move in a way
You can’t control
A victory all in its own, sure…
But to bring in a sharp wind and
kiss goosebumps on your skin
To bring tears to your glistening eyes
After being so dry
Is magic,
Magic,
Music.
poem by Shelby Barker
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Don't Cheat
Don't cheat it makes people sad
Don't cheat it makes people mad
Don't cheat it makes people die
Don't cheat it makes people lie
Don't cheat it makes people pi**ed
Don't cheat it makes people bit*chie
Don't cheat it makes people kill the person that cheated on them
Don't cheat it makes people get a knife and cut there self
People everyday die From getting cheated on
People hate people after it happens
poem by Brianna Host
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At first I was queasy; I'll never forget the sound of the scalpel cutting a body open. But it was so cool trying to work out how these people died.
quote by Jonathan Davis
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It's Not Easy
It's not easy when the sight of me makes you queasy.
Please believe me I'm not sleazy.
All in all I'm quite pleasing.
I know I annoy.
In someways still I'm just a boy.
It's not easy knowing you're a joke.
Deep inside I'm hurt and broke.
You're far too good. I'm far too bad.
The thought of this makes me sad.
It's not easy being a freak.
No one listens when I speak.
I'm far too strange and oblique.
It's not easy being ugly.
I wish I were at least plainly.
It isn't easy not being good enough,
for someone who's so fair and tough.
I wish with me you weren't so gruff.
It's not easy knowing that I'll never be,
someone you love and truly need.
It's not easy, you must agree,
to be a guy that's just like me.
poem by Michael McParland
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People Are People
We're different colours
And we're different creeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
What could I have done
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
You're punching, kicking
And you're shouting at me
And I'm relying on your common decency
La, la. la, la. la
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist
Can't understand what makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate mePeople are people
So why should it be
You and I shouldnt get along
People are people
So why should it be
You should hate me
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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The Subject Of Death
The subject of death
or standing at night with a lit candle
under my chin in front of a mirror
prevents my humor
from spilling.
The stanza is romantic.
Makes me queasy.
And it's unfair to play
with silver dimes
when the dead
can see no more
nor have the will
to lift their lids.
Had they the capability
to wink & smoke a lid
I'm certain muteness
would reflect their voice
and their hallucinations
would be Dostoievski's.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka May©2012
poem by Alex Nodopaka
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Just is
We watch people and it makes us sad
and we hear stories and they make us sad
and we become stories and that makes us sadder
and we pity ourselves for being inconsolable and non-comprehendable
The world watches us with a sympathetic eye and it makes them sad
A bunch of sad people making sad people
Where did it begin, and when will it end?
poem by Camille Briski
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Celebrations
The fireworks burst into scintillas,
To sweeten the mood accusingly,
Once the weather worked and spanked.
My fire works from the heart,
It is the quay so queasy,
My mood lightens after the drama.
Mere moods will shatter the shaken people,
Excitement of the time aches,
Hurdle it so that excitation conquers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people - that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.
quote by James Thurber
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The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people--that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature.
quote by James Thurber
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Anthropomorphism
Monkeys looking like a man could be,
Climbing to get the fruit off of the tree.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
Female tigers protecting their cubs,
While the male goes hunting in the shrubs.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
Puppies barking at the sound of danger,
To protect their home from a stranger.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
Birds chirping back and forth,
Sounds like talking for what it's worth.
Isn't that just like a human?
What makes them different to us?
People fighting for no reason,
People enjoying all of the teasing.
Isn't that just like an animal?
What makes us different to them?
poem by Lenore Lee
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Simple Observation #121 - To look about and find fault with......
To look about and find fault with the world blaming God is so easy
but to look within ourselves and eliminate the real cause is queasy.
quote by by George Krokos
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But Why? ?
people beg on street
people damage public property
people are insecure
people r jealous
people r foolish
people r ill-treated
people quarrel with eachother
people cry
people die
people r tortured
people r murdered
people r tense
people r disloyal
BUT WHY? ?
the reason? ? ? MONEY
money makes things happen
but why........
poem by Sakshi Mathur
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If I may say
Love comes and goes and it rarely lasts these days
That's one of the things that makes me sad if I may say
It becomes more and more difficult to find a true friend these days
That's one of the things that makes me sad if I may say
Too often siblings fight each other for property these days
That's one of the things that makes me sad if I may say
Greed and desire are what many people nurture these days
That's one of the things that makes me sad if I may say
Moral and ethic less and less people care these days
That's one of the things that makes me sad if I may say
Too many dubious actions and decisions I have seen these days
That's one of the things that makes me sad if I may say
With paper-white mind and evil thoughts astray
How much I yearn for my childhood life left behind so far away.
poem by Henry Chen
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Burst
The girl that I know that is always talking is quiet today
I noticed it this morning
Today she is bursting in to tears
I will be nice and leave her alone
She sounds upset about something
It is the weather I believe
It does strange things to people
Sometimes it maked people tired
Sometimes it makes people cold
Sometimes it makes people hot
The weather influences people's lives
poem by Aldo Kraas
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She Makes Me High
Ah, yeah, yeah
Oh baby
She is calling
And you dont want to answer back
Im falling
Trying to find my way back
Maybe Ill never know
Where Ive been (what Ive seen)
I hope shell meet me inbetween
So I hope I get through this hurricane
And teach me how to smile again
She makes me high (she makes me high)
She makes me high (she makes me high)
She dont even try (she makes me high)
And I wanna know why (why, why, why)
Do, do, do, hey yeah
Do, do, do
The worlds calling
And its falling at your feet
And youre sorry
Is it so hard to believe
Theres an innocence surrounding you
I see the way that people look at you
So hold my hand through this hurricane
And teach me how to smile again
She makes me high (she makes me high)
She dont even try (she makes me high)
She makes me high (she makes me high)
And I wanna know why (why, why, why)
She puts her turn out
She is good
She suits me like
I wish you would
She is honest now
She is true
Shes the complete
Opposite of you (cheers, applause)
She makes me high (she makes me high)
She makes me high (she makes me high)
She makes me high (she makes me high)
(why) I wanna know
She makes me high (she makes me high)
She makes me high (she makes me high)
And I wanna know why
She makes me high
song performed by by Robbie Williams
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But It Makes Me Lots Of Money
Cigarette addiction kills people
But it makes me lots of money
It ruins their health
But it makes me lots of money
They cannot breathe properly
But it makes me lots of money
Their addiction causes them misery
But it makes me lots of money
A trillion cigarette butts pollute our earth daily
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarettes cause fires which burn many people to death
But it makes me lots of money
Parents buy cigarettes when their children need to eat
But it makes me lots of money
Cigarette smoke fills our bars and nightclubs, very unpleasant
But it makes me lots of money
Dirty ashtrays are disgusting
But it makes me lots of money
Why are you allowed to promote and sell such a disgusting product?
Because I've got lots of money
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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It Makes You Think
It makes you think
What if one day you weren't found?
If you just didn't wake
If all they could see of you was under a mound
If your soul was God's to take
It makes you think
What if you lost everything you had ever known?
If it all just went away
If suddenly you were all alone
It will happen to you someday
It makes you think
What if you left your family and friends?
If you had no time to say goodbye
If you were not able to make amends
Or apologize for any lies
It makes you think
What if you left everyone you love?
If you went to some place you didn't know
Whether that place was up above
Or if it was down below
It makes you think
Some days you think you have had enough
Because you got some bad news
You want to give up on being tough
But people don't always get to choose
It makes you think
One day you might lose everything
It will all get left behind
You will be stuck with nothing
No one will know what went through your mind
It makes you think
Think about how your decision could affect others
How will they feel?
Do you think things would be better?
Do you think they will ever heal?
It makes you think
poem by Ashley Reese
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The Heartless Reptile
The alligator makes love to
A cloud of the shape of
Grecian beauty; an entire pearled
Orchard bilious and queasy
In the heliotropic shadow of the
Broken down school bus;
I am the only one who
Sees;
Because all the kids are raucous
But well behaved in their
Lunch room,
And you are out on the soccer field
With scraped knees-
Tonight they will itch and scab in
Your bedroom,
And when you pick them you’ll
Stain the sheets;
And when famished, the
Cloud slips away,
Beckoned by the raw sun;
And the alligator doesn’t say
Anything;
It goes back to the canal,
And I crawl under the bus and smell
The sweat and tears shed in the
Purple soot for the heartless reptile.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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It Rains
it rains
it is far from what i guess
the road has become
one empty
platform
people run away
and then it makes me
really happy
it rains
and those who are afraid of the water
are separated from those
who have no fears
of getting wet and of being alone
of filling an empty street and be counted as
an ostrich
it rains
and the room shall be filled with people
of runaways
who want shelter
it rains and people get divided
and people know each other
and people make decisions
and the rain makes the sound
there is sorrow
but no one cares to listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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