Out Of The Sighs
Out of the sighs a little comes,
But not of grief, for I have knocked down that
Before the agony; the spirit grows,
Forgets, and cries;
A little comes, is tasted and found good;
All could not disappoint;
There must, be praised, some certainty,
If not of loving well, then not,
And that is true after perpetual defeat.
After such fighting as the weakest know,
There's more than dying;
Lose the great pains or stuff the wound,
He'll ache too long
Through no regret of leaving woman waiting
For her soldier stained with spilt words
That spill such acrid blood.
Were that enough, enough to ease the pain,
Feeling regret when this is wasted
That made me happy in the sun,
How much was happy while it lasted,
Were vagueness enough and the sweet lies plenty,
The hollow words could bear all suffering
And cure me of ills.
Were that enough, bone, blood, and sinew,
The twisted brain, the fair-formed loin,
Groping for matter under the dog's plate,
Man should be cured of distemper.
For all there is to give I offer:
Crumbs, barn, and halter.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Monkey Blood
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you..,
Still everyday you question it.
A gift god has given.
Someday hopefully I'm forgiven.
A blessing totally taken for granted.
But at the time I had no idea how special I really was.
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
Love is all the same.
No matter the face or name.
Their is no better claim.
In this life not everything is a game.
Still sometimes we lose, even when everything is done right.
Wishing for a little more guidance with a little better insight.
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
A shadow appears where I once stood.
It grows as the sun rises.
It moves as I move.
It is their till I walk inside.
It is a mirror image of all that is true in this world.
It hides when you hide.
It is brave when you brave.
Standing strong, even when I'm so weak all emotion nearly gone.
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
We're not so different after all.
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder.
A shallow hal syndrome.
A sickness I will not condone.
Equals in everything good and great.
They are always more then enough reasons to celebrate.
For in this life their is still plenty of breaths to take.
And in this life their are still plenty of mornings to wake..
And in this life ohhh ohhh,
And in this life ohhh ohhh you still have a smile even if it is only sometimes.
Trust me when I say every thing will be just fine.
Even when its not.
An uplifting of ones spirit.
I give you strength.
I give you courage.
I give you everything I have without a single regret.
Even upon the abuse of it I'll still never regret it, no never.
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
We're no so different after all.
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder.
A shallow hal syndrome.
A sickness I will not condone.
Equals in everything good and great.
They are always more then enough reasons to celebrate.
For in this life their is still plenty of breaths to take.
And in this life their are still plenty of mornings to wake..
And in this life ohhh ohhh,
And in this life ohhh ohhh you still have a smile even if it is only sometimes.
Trust me when I say every thing will be just fine.
Even when its not.
An uplifting of ones spirit.
I give you strength.
I give you courage.
I give you everything I have with I single regret.
Even upon the abuse of it I'll still never regret it, no never.
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
I cut myself to share my monkey blood.
To show you what we're all made of.
I'm no different than you.
I'm no better than you.
Then you, then you.., I
Finally the last cut has been made.
Their nothing left to show.
And now I must go.
Oh please don't easyly forget what I told you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Dying Words
My words to her
There dying
It was a warning
I made that so clear
But every time
She Ignores them
I don't want to help
But I must
I don't like to see her in pain
So I listen
No matter what its about
I will listen
These dying words
Where a warning
That I didn't want to
But these words
I spoke of
Are dying
I may say them again
But I cant handle seeing her in pain
Why could you just see
That I warned you
You did it again
And now these words
are dying
Just lost in the past
So these are my dying words
I'm not helping you
If you get hurt this time'
You just laughed at the now dying words
I guess now you must learn
There are no happy endings
At least not yet
These are my dying words...
Lost in a memory...
poem by Lizzy Henry
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Blood Lust
I found out by the purest accident
that I like the taste of blood.
I felt ashamed to tell anyone,
but denying it would do no good.
I bought meat from the butchers
and extracted what I could,
but the taste failed to satisfy,
which left me craving human blood.
I broke into the Transfusion Service
and drank all that I stole.
It wasn’t long before I was arrested
and found guilty of having no soul.
They placed me in a mental hospital
and tried to cure my thirst,
but the substitute blood they gave me
only made my craving worse.
Daylight began to hurt my eyes,
my incisors grew sharp and long.
I could see clearly in the darkness
but I yearned blood upon my tongue.
My cell mate became lifeless and frail,
because he enjoyed giving his blood.
Other prisoners willingly contributed,
the staff and guards also tasted good.
In the short time that I’ve been here
I’ve become a much healthier man.
Every person here must take the credit
for helping me become what I am.
Even though they won’t release me
they consider that I am cured.
I’m being transferred to an open prison
where new friends are assured.
poem by Orlando Belo
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I Am Going
tHAT is whast you want
you meant
you wanted me go
and leave
that ıs alrıght for me
ıam goıng
and lkeavıng you
ıf you do not regret
and do not be sorry later
let us all happen
as you wısh
ıf you do not want me love you
ıf you do not fancy
to be loved by me
let everyhthıng happen
as you wish
the days ı have
lived with you
are enough for me
if ıt is very difficult
to bear
and make feel paıunful
and ıf ı cannot bear it
easily
let may what will happen
that is to say
there is no death at the end
but offend by my words
to think the life without you
pains me a lot
once there were
good days waiting for us
you promised
your hands
would
always be in my hands
once you said
your body
would not forget
what it has lived
with my body
but never mind
forget them all
never the less
ı am going away
and leaving
may you be happy
ferda BAYKAL Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN
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poem by Metin Sahin
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(Angry Poem) Blood On The Floor
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On Floor.
Spilt Everywhere.
All Because Of You.
All Because You Can Never Lose.
Always Right Never Wrong.
Just Walk Away Leave It Alone.
Its Like Trying To Talk To A Brick Wall.
There's Just No Way To Get Through To You.
Mark My Words,
This Will No End Good. I Can Already Blood On The Floor.
Must We Go Through This Once More.
The Stress Builds,
The Headache Becomes A Migraine.
Too Close To Just Losing It.
Becoming Completely Insane
Going On A Rampage.
I Just Can't Stop Now,
I Won't Stop Now.
Not Till The Place Is Burnt To The Ground.
Buried In Mounds Of Ash Lie's A Key chain Its All That Will Be Left Of You.
Please Oh Please Just Stop Enough Is Enough.
A Scream After Every Heartbeat.
No Reason,
No Logic Behind All This.
Just Swallow That God Damn Pride.
Or Just Go Kill Yourself,
Yes Oh Yes Beautiful Suicide.
This World Would Be So Much Of A Better Place.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor.
You Opened This Door.
Now Theirs No Going Back.
You Better Just Shut Up Now, Now, Now.
I Say Bow, Bow, Bow,
Beg For Mercy, Kiss My God Damn Feet.
For We Have Reach The Tipping Point.
Just Relax It Will Be Quick.
It Will Be A Great Ending To This.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor.
As The Anger In Me Soar.
Like An Eagle I'm Flying So High Right Now.
With Nothing But Pure Adrenaline
I'm Prepared To Rip You Heart Out With My Talons So Sharp.
Mark My Words,
This Will Not End Good.
I Can already See The Blood On The Floor.
Theirs Just So Much Blood On The Floor.
Just So God Damn Much Blood On The Floor.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Simplicity
You were the last friend i ever made
But the bestest
The very bestest
Your heart sang me a serenade
And i kept it
Of course i kept it
Now i may have gone
But you're still my number one
And i don't regret it
How could i regret it?
I love you
So now i may be six-foot under
But i hope you know you made my life a wonder
I cannot believe i meant something to you
If i could still smile i would
An in spirit i do
I'll watch over you
And make you safe
And happy
Don't worry
I'm still here
I just want to thank you
For what you give to me
A happy
Lovable life
In simplicity
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Man always cries alone
The woman may turn cold
The child may grow old
But man always cries alone
The world may change dark
The rain may flow high
But man always cries alone
The wolf may shed none
The moon may step down
But man always cries alone
The word may start fade
The people may quickly forget
But man always cries alone
The wound may ache wide
The blood may never dry
But man always cries alone
The will may lose sight
The threat may spread fright
But man always cries alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Insensibility
I
Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold.
Whom no compassion fleers
Or makes their feet
Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers.
The front line withers,
But they are troops who fade, not flowers
For poets' tearful fooling:
Men, gaps for filling
Losses who might have fought
Longer; but no one bothers.
II
And some cease feeling
Even themselves or for themselves.
Dullness best solves
The tease and doubt of shelling,
And Chance's strange arithmetic
Comes simpler than the reckoning of their shilling.
They keep no check on Armies' decimation.
III
Happy are these who lose imagination:
They have enough to carry with ammunition.
Their spirit drags no pack.
Their old wounds save with cold can not more ache.
Having seen all things red,
Their eyes are rid
Of the hurt of the colour of blood for ever.
And terror's first constriction over,
Their hearts remain small drawn.
Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle
Now long since ironed,
Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.
IV
Happy the soldier home, with not a notion
How somewhere, every dawn, some men attack,
And many sighs are drained.
Happy the lad whose mind was never trained:
His days are worth forgetting more than not.
He sings along the march
Which we march taciturn, because of dusk,
The long, forlorn, relentless trend
From larger day to huger night.
V
We wise, who with a thought besmirch
Blood over all our soul,
How should we see our task
But through his blunt and lashless eyes?
Alive, he is not vital overmuch;
Dying, not mortal overmuch;
Nor sad, nor proud,
Nor curious at all.
He cannot tell
Old men's placidity from his.
VI
But cursed are dullards whom no cannon stuns,
That they should be as stones.
Wretched are they, and mean
With paucity that never was simplicity.
By choice they made themselves immune
To pity and whatever mourns in man
Before the last sea and the hapless stars;
Whatever mourns when many leave these shores;
Whatever shares
The eternal reciprocity of tears.
poem by Wilfred Owen
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Blood stained top
My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.
My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained
See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Drunk
Written: kylie minogue/ steve anderson/ david seaman
Im suffocated with desire
I need to save me from myself
I ache for great experience
Theres a riot in my senses
Time and space and hurt and tears are not enough
Love and light and faith and words are not enough
Im not happy drunk til Im drunken
Till you take all of me
You put me to the test and I understand
Theres more and more and more to know
Dont take me halfway
I wont be contented that way
Time and space and hurt and tears are not enough
Love and light and faith and words are not enough
Time flies like my love for you and
Space grows like my envy for you
Hurt comes like my pain for you and
Tears pour like my lust for you
Love lies like my hope for you and
Light falls like my armour for you
Faith stays like my care for you and
Words wait like my crave for you
Im not happy drunk till Im drunken
Till you take all of me
Im not happy waste till Im wasted
Till you take all of me
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Waiting To Begin
6 NEW WAYS
TRY KEEPING READY
YOU SHOULD AVOID
BLUE AND GREY
STOLEN WORDS
BEFORE STARTING
I SAW BUBBLY SPLASH
LONG LEGGED AND TALL
HOT STUFF
TAKE A RIDE
DO NOT DISTURB
HIDDEN IDEAS
I'M WAITING TO BEGIN
4OO RECIPES TO KISS YOU
LIGHTEN UP BEST PREVIEW EVER
TRY THIS RECYCLED MIX
YOU COULD CLAIM
MAGIC HAPPY MISTAKE
SHALL WE DREAM
SELF RISING
SWEET AND SPICY HOT SAUCE
WAY OF LIFE
WAKE ME UP
WHEN THE PHONE RINGS
I'M WAITING TO BEGIN
MY GUIDE
MORE TO LOVE
HONEST ACCIDENT
HAPPENS ENOUGH
NOT TO REGRET
FIVE MINUTES
IN THE MORNING
SWEET AND SPICY
UPSIDE DOWN
HAPPINESS MADE SIMPLE
I'M WAITING TO BEGIN
COFFEE
CONSERVATION
AND KISSES
EASY UPGRADES
SECRETS FOR LONG
LASTING ROMANTIC
RELATIONSHIP
poem by Frankie Stamey
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Unbroken
Fallen to pieces (I am undone)
The things you said the (manipulation)
I trusted you like a fool while you made all the rules
So you searched me out
And you took me down
-TO BE UNBROKEN, WHAT WOULD THAT BE
IF WORDS THAT WERE SPOKEN HAD NOT SHATTERED ME
IF I WAS UNBROKEN, I'D NEVER KNOW
THE BEAUTY OF HOPE AND HOW FAR GRACE WILL GO
TO BE UNBROKEN, TO BE UNBROKEN-
The things you found (to use against me)
Have lost their sound (where mercy and truth meet)
I fell to the Father's feet, His words washed all over me
And all the scars you made
Watch them fade away
[refrain]
I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet
Embraced the victory and some defeat
I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet
I've found the beauty in the place they meet
[refrain]
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Forgive Me
Forgive Me"
Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you
I heard the words come out
I felt like I would die
It hurt so much to hurt you
Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken
I'd give anything now
to keep those words from you
Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.
'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me
I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive
So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.
And you forgive me again
You're my one true friend
And I never meant to hurt you
song performed by by Evanescence
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I’m sorry, I can’t
I’m sorry I can’t feel like this anymore,
I’m sorry I hurt you,
I’m sorry I let you think I was the one,
I’m sorry that I’ve moved on,
I’m sorry I can’t take you with me
I’m sorry now there’s someone new
I’m sorry I can’t seem to tell you
I’m sorry I don’t love you
I’m sorry I had to break your heart, to make it whole in time,
I’m sorry I can’t explain
I’m sorry I can’t quite erase you from my life to eliminate your pain,
I’m sorry for the tears I caused
I’m sorry I can’t stop feeling guilty
I’m sorry I can’t regret the words I said- I don’t
I’m sorry I can’t go back on what I did- I shan’t
poem by Kat 'Happy Girl' Happy
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A Kiss Is A Terrible Thing To Waste
(andrew lloyd webber/ jim steinman)
Producer for meatloaf & bonnie: jim steinman
Recorded in 1998 as part of the 'songs from whistle down the wind' project. bonnie duets with meatloaf on a reprise of 'tire tracks and broken hearts' at the end of the song. the lyrics are from careful listening.
(ooh if only, ooh if only)
If you listen to the night you can hear the darkness fall
I can barely stand the wait, i can barely stand at all
Come on closer to me now, like we're sharing the same skin
We gotta get out of this jail, we gotta let the future in
So many things in your life that you're bound to regret
Why didn't i do that? why didn't i do this?
So many chances you've lost that you never forget
Why didn't i make it? why didn't i take it right then?
The loneliest words you'll ever know if only, if only it was so
The emptiest words that there'll ever be
It could've been me, it could've been me
The loneliest words you'll ever know if only, if only it was so
The emptiest words that there'll ever be
It could've been me, it could've been me
You'll have to pay for it later
If you don't get it while it's going for free
Believe me, believe me
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
It's something that's always been so
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
And one of these nights i'm gonna show you that you already know
There's a feast waiting for you and you've never even gotten a taste
It's later than you think and a kiss is a terrible thing to waste
You shouldn't tremble when they touch there's no reason for these fears
It's a promise that was made, we've been promised this for years
I want to show you it all, what to do and where and how
'cause we'll never be as young as we are right now
Never be as young as we are right now
So many cries in the night that you try to ignore
Why didn't i do this? why didn't i do that?
So many un-answered prayers, so many un-opened doors
Why didn't i take it? why didn't i make it come true?
The loneliest words you'll ever know if only, if only it was so
The emptiest words that there'll ever be
It could've been me, it could've been me
The loneliest words you'll ever know if only, if only it was so
The emptiest words that there'll ever be
It could've been me, it could've been me
You'll have to pay for it later
If you don't get it while it's going for free
Believe me, believe me
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
It's something that's always been so
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
And one of these nights i'm gonna show you that you already know
There's a feast waiting for you and you've never even gotten a taste
It's later than you think and a kiss is a terrible thing to waste
There's a feast waiting for you and you've never even gotten a taste
It's later than you think and a kiss is a terrible thing to waste
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
(let's get away from the past)
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
(so many ways to go fast)
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
There's a feast waiting for you and you've never even gotten a taste
It's later than you think and a kiss is a terrible thing to waste
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
A kiss is a terrible thing to waste
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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A Real Sellout
A Real Sellout
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, September 5,2010 @ 11: 16 AM
It’s for you these words I write
I hope you sleep well at night
My name your words now smear
For you I won’t even shed a tear
Are you happy with the decisions you’ve made?
What about the friends you’ve betrayed?
What about the lies you’ve told?
What about the friends you treated so cold?
At least my conscience is clear
To your friends you were never sincere
You where a friend I once held near
Your cries in the night no one will hear
About yourself is all you care
One day you will end up in total despair
You are mixed up in a dirty affair
Shame is the price you shall bear
Deceitful and spinning a web of lies
You and the Devil are true allies
You will come to your own demise
For prudence you will never exercise
So Many years friendship wasted
Bitter fruits are now being tasted
For you I don’t hold any malice
Any care once held is now callous
My mistake was thinking you were a friend
I thought that you I could depend
I had thought that you were a godsend
I suppose that was all just pretend
This I do without any apprehension
Stricken now your name I shall no longer mention
You are foul, crude, and cannot be trusted
For now of you I am feeling disgusted
Money is where you’ve found your happiness
Your heart one day shall feel the sadness
Wondering through life you trod aimless
You’ve proven that you are truly classless
Thanks for the lookout
You tried you best I doubt
Now I now what you’re all about
You truly are a real sellout
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A soldiers last letter
I left the town
A night in June
Towards a war
That I didn’t knew
You sent me a letter
But when answering your words
We passed a graveyard
Who corrupted my words
I wanted to scream
And run back home
Darling I’m afraid
I’ll be delayed
So I won’t be home
When our baby is born
When writing this letter
I wanted to cry
But I can’t
Because baby
I’m a guy
Men must be strong
So men don’t cry
But baby
I want to kill this guy
Who said such a stupid words
I swear I’ll kill him
And make him eat his words
In this moment
We arrived at the camp
Blood, sweat and tears
Welcomed us back
Darling...
Men twice my size
Were crying for momma
Covered in blood
And still in their pjmas
Darling
I’ve got good news
And bad ones
I won’t be delayed
But I won’t come home
Either
Tomorrow, next week or in years
I fact my dear
I never will.
Don’t spill your tears
You’re so fragile my dear…
Please tell my son
To not play with guns
Move on my dear
But do never forget me
Marry a man
And do never regret it
Darling
They say
That I won’t be okay
But I already knew that
So I guess its okay
The bindings are falling
And blood is crawling
Out of my body
Leaving me spotty
And stained
But I guess, I’ll soon be drained
Darling, these are my last words
Written on a bloody paper
I dedicate these to you
Darling live your life as I tell you to
I’m not bossy
I’m just telling the truth
Darling always remember
Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets
Love the people who treat you right
Forget about the ones who don’t
Believe everything happens for a reason
And if you get a chance. Take it
If it changes your life. Let it
I’m not saying it’ll be easy
Just promising it’ll be worth it
Love like never before
Live like it’s your last day
And dream like it’ll last forever
Take care of those around you
You’ll never know if you’ll see them again
Remember me for who I am
Not for whom I was
Let me live on within you
Take care of those who I let behind
Including you
And with these words
I’ll leave you
Remember I LOVE YOU
My friends are now crying
While I’m slowly dying
I am not lying
I’m closing my eyes
And taking a breath
My last breath
I love you
And never forget it
Believe it
Live it
Breath it
Love it
Smell it
Taste it
Cause its true
I LOVE YOU
poem by Mallory Piña Villa
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A Loser
This lonely night and the silent surroundings give a degree of peace although the sorrow is also a lot. What can I say when nobody understands me? Only grief is present and this pain is a feeling which never fades away. In the end I failed as a true lover and this is my biggest regret.
Always, I have tried to do my best and even be good although my fate always proves me to be wrong. I lose everything in the end, to be called as a loser and nothing more.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The Writer and The Soldier
The Writer and The Soldier
By
Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
The writer writes a sad lament for the love that he lost long
ago,
The soldier mourns the loss of a fellow slain long ago.
The writer has lead and ink on his hands,
The soldier has blood on his.
The writer can wash away the pigments and with them his
memory’s go, but the soldier can only wash the blood on his
skin; he can not wash the blood on his heart nor
The memory’s in his mind,
Burned into his mind with canon fire and the cries of
His falling comrades.
Oh,
When the two meet, they give to each other much needed gifts;
The writer gives the soldier understanding and a few happy
tales to think of when tears try to strike him down,
And the soldier gives the writer a new sad lament to write, and
a new meaning to the word friendship.
Written August 14,2008
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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