Routine
We get stuck in a routine
that is so filled with repetition.
In the end, you could do it
in a blind fold.
It makes life monotonous
doing the same thing.
Driving the same route
day in and day out.
I like to alter mine
slightly everyday.
In doing so, it doesn’t leave me
feeling a little like brain dead.
31 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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poem by David Keig
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Dead And Broken
Too many things I've never spoken
I'm not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
That'll be the day you see me crying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
How many different faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
I'm dying
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
Sorry to see that you're underestimated lately
I'd rather be dead and broken than living in your grace
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
You're dead and broken
song performed by by Godsmack
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Things That Make Me Happy
When I see the Sun
The sun up in the sky
And when the rays they
They glisten off your eyes
And when your eyes
Yeah when your eyes meet mine
That’s the thing that
That’s the thing that makes me
Yeah that’s the thing that makes me happy
And when I wake up to
To a brand new day
When we back our bags and
We take off on our way
And when we lose track
When we lose track of time
That’s the thing that
That’s the thing that makes me
Yeah that’s the thing that makes me happy
And when the clock
Yeah when the clock strikes 5
I’m heading home to you
And I’m feeling so alive
And when I pull in
Yeah when I pull into your drive
That’s the thing that
That’s the thing that makes me
Yeah that’s the thing that me happy
And in the afternoon
When were feeling the warm breeze
And we can see it
Go brushing through the trees
It makes me feel so
It makes me feel so fancy free
And that’s the thing that
That’s the thing that makes me
Yeah that’s the thing that makes me happy
And when the music
Goes rolling through my mind
Songs that could bring
Eyesight to the blind
And when we sing
We sing along with all the words we find
That’s the thing that
That’s the thing that makes me
Yeah that’s the thing that makes me happy
poem by Tim David Cook
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Repetition
Im coming back to you
Just like before.
Ive been a lonely boy
Since I walked out your door.
If theres a life for us,
I dont know.
But I cant live like this
Anymore.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Im coming back to you,
This time to stay.
If Ive learned one thing
Its that I cant stay away.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
The life I lead alone has nowhere to live.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
And I can still recall
How you would hold me.
The way a vast wave
Broke so slowly.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Repetition,
And we can see this through.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
song performed by by Information Society
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Bridges
We burn bridges
everyday of our lives
so we can leave
some part of it behind.
Then we go on
and build more bridges
to forge our life ahead.
23 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Dead End
Some roads are filled with dead ends
where you have to turn around
and go back,
retrace your footsteps
and take another route.
How many times in life,
have we gone down dead ends
and had to go back
to where we started
and start all over again.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Words Get Stuck In My Throat
If I had a tiny microphone
Hidden in my heart
It would amplify my love for you
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
If I had a little viewmaster
Stuck inside my brain
It would snap the pictures all of you.
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
If I had a telegraph
Tapping in my brain
It would tap the morse code I love you.
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
Hey, hey, hey
Whatd I say?
Everyday!
The words get stuck in my throat (repeating)
song performed by by Devo
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The Words Get Stuck In My Throat (live)
If i had a tiny microphone
Hidden in my heart
It would amplify my love for you
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
If i had a little viewmaster
Stuck inside my brain
It would snap the pictures all of you.
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
If i had a telegraph
Tapping in my brain
It would tap the morse code "i love you."
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
Hey, hey, hey
What'd i say?
Everyday!
The words get stuck in my throat (repeating)
song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Repetition
You get up in the morning
And every single day
Is just a repetition
Its always been that way
You live alone inside your head
Incommunicado, in the land of living dead
Each days a repetition
Of the one that went before
Like watching an old movie
You cant sit through anymore
Why dont you kick the habit
And walk right out that door?
From all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
Its always been that way
Its in your head, its in your eyes
Youre boring and its no surprise
With all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
You look in the mirror
Is anybody there?
Its only a reflection
That doesnt really care
Youre a product of your time
Looking hard for something, but you never saw the sign
Lock inside a prison
But thats where you wanna be
Stuck in solitary
And youve thrown away the key
You say you want your freedom
But you dont wanna get away
Then you wake up, its time for you
To start another day
With all the repetition, day after day, all the repetition
All the repetition day after day
Another chance, another day
You know its time to get away from all the repetition
Day after day
How long you gonna sit and wait
Youre getting on its getting late
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
song performed by by Kinks
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Stuck
Life gives such a lonely feeling
Do not feel like living it anymore
The soul of mine feels so stuck
Seems like damage to my identity has been done
I feel so bad and confused about so many things
It hurts to be me
Do not want to breathe anymore
Hate, the way I have gotten stuck in a disabled body
Living, is not the thing which I want to do
Stuck, I am stuck.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Dead & Broken
Too many things Ive never spoken
Im not feeling fine
I never told you what to do
I never made you a promise that you could hold me to
Thatll be the day you see me crying
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
How many faces can you show me?
How many times can you be right?
Another world of fantasy
Another reason for dramatizing everything
Taking it all in just one more time
Im dying
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Sorry to see that youre underestimated lately
Id rather be dead and broken than living in your grace
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Everyday, I still say youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
Youre dead and broken
song performed by by Godsmack
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Forever even in death
driving myself insane
put a gun against my brain
blowing out my final breath
is that it she said
while running from ur fears
u leave me behind in tears
u have so much to share
but i just don't care
while i turned away
she started to pray
dear deity make him see
only he completes me
i closed my eyes
and saw the dark skies
she heard the sound of the gun
her nightmare had just begon
her one true love is dead
why did u do it she said
now my day's are filled with pain
she picked up the gun and blew out her brain
poem by Paddy Jansen
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The same old me
Everyday I wake to the same place
I look in the mirror and see the same face
I do the same routine as I do any other day
Nothing has changed I can easily say
I'm so sick of seeing the same old me everyday
Seeing the same as I did yesterday
I wake to the mirror to see the same person looking back
I wish to be different instead of having to act
I'm stuck in a world in which I have created
In a place where I have made myself feel hated
I've convinced myself that I no longer care
I've started to hate i've started to swear
This is not about me
Cause I love the way I are
But for anyone who doesn't like themselves
You look fine, just like a star
poem by Lisa French
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Tried To Shower Away This Pain
I try to shower away this pain
But it comes right back to me
Hits me as I'm through
Then I'm filled with pain all over again
Sighing cause I have nothing to be happy about
Thought I could shower away this pain
But my thoughts just got washed down the drain
Now I realize I'm forced to stick with this pain for life
Wanting the pain to just go away
But I know that will never happen
Stuck here all alone
Wishing that someone would just kill this pain
Take it away from me for good
Cause I've tried everything to rid this pain and misery
And nothing works
Thought I could just shower this pain away
But that didn't even work
Thought I could drown out the pain
But now I'm stuck here writing away this pain
Hoping that it will relieve a part of this misery
Cause its hard for me not to want to die
Showering this pain didn't work
It stuck back to me like a magnet
I really don't want to die
But this pain is forcing me otherwise
January 1,2008
made up (kinda)
poem by Espn Chick
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For The Rest Of My Life
for the rest of my life
i will take the same routine
home, office, school,
home office, school,
a straight life confined
in a certain space
too confined and too
tight for my soul
and too boring
for my body
home, office, school,
school, home, office,
you ask me if there is
something wrong with
my life? there is nothing
right in it, everything has
always been wrong
and everyday has always
been an attempt to correct
it, but nothing
nothing has fit into it
to cut the routine to
break me from the
chains of everyday
nothing comes and nothing
goes, i think, that is how
it is meant to be,
i think, i simply have
to imagine, make some
figments of stars, and moon
and sun and mountains
and seas and valleys
and castles and princesses
and kings and queens
and too they become routine
too, some poems and stories
some people that do not
actually exist, some imaginary
earth, imaginary creatures
they are all here, in this routine
of imaginations, of poetics
of illusions and allusions,
these lines, my life, these routine
and all my excuses, you and I.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Water On The Brain
(hicks / clarke / nash)
Ive just come in from out of the rain
Its wet outside the water runs down a drain
I go to bed cause my heads full of pain
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Outside the window theres a pipe wearing thin
It lets the water do a dance on a tin
I try to sleep but its making a din
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Water on the brain water on the brain
Water on the brain water on the brain
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
I toss and turn and my patience is weak
Go to the bathroom door and I take a peak yeah
The bath tap has started a leak
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
song performed by by Hollies
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Brain Dead
Turn me off
Pull the plug
Leave me with some dignity
I am not
What I was
And I dont need the sympathy
Alive inside me
No one can hear me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Paralysed
In my shell
Enduring every
Endless day
Immobilized
On my back
Aware of everything
They say
Extricate me
Eliminate me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
I cant blink my eye or cry
Or even speak
They crowd around my bed
Condescending words are said
Thinking I dont hear or know
What is going on - hello!
Cant you suckers hear my cries
From inside Im still alive
Its my decision to abort
Turn off the goddamn life support
Let me pass
From this world
So I fade away in peace
Comprehending
Unrelenting
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Bussing Blues (Fun Poem 56)
I caught a bus and bought a ticket
to the end of the route.
As I bought the ticket,
the driver asked
if I was going all the way.
I said I was
as cheerful as can be.
Great can you show me where to go,
as I’ve never driven this route before?
Gladly I said and showed him the way.
Now some might find that funny
a passenger helping the bus driver
to which way he should take.
The truth of the matter this really did happen
as I went home today
and that passenger that helped him was me.
24 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Need-a-man Blues
Another monday morning
Another five day week ahead
Such a lonely weekend
Sleeping in a half filled bed
Got those need-a-man blues
I need a man so bad
Got those need-a-man blues
And its driving me mad
All the evening people
Dressing up just to get undressed
And me Im stuck at home
Losing more and gaining less
Got those need-a-man blues
I need a man so bad
Got those need-a-man blues
And its driving me mad
Emptiness inside
Empty as a glass in my hand
Whisky friend of mine
Help me make it easy without
Got those need-a-man blues
I need a man so bad
Got those need-a-man blues
And its driving me mad
Baby baby baby
Goes the singer on my hi-fi
Honey honey honey
My reply
Got those need-a-man blues
I need a man so bad
Got those need-a-man blues
And its driving me mad
Emptiness inside
Empty as a glass in my hand
Whisky friend of mine
Help me make it easy without
Got those need-a-man blues
I need a man so bad
Got those need-a-man blues
And its driving me mad
Another monday morning
Another five day week ahead
Such a lonely weekend
Sleeping in a half filled bed
Got those need-a-man blues
I need a man so bad
Got those need-a-man blues
And its driving me mad
song performed by by Donna Summer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bad For Your Bum (Fun Poem 54)
A friend of mine
went for a smoke
a couple of days ago.
To get out of the wind
he backed behind
a Hawthorn bush
and got a thorn
stuck up him bum.
Now cigarettes all carry
a public health warning
stating they are bad for your health,
but I think there should
be another warning saying
it also bad for your bum.
23 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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