A World Yet Undiscovered!
naked, and walking in the darkness,
things smell better without names.
and the things we touch in spite of,
are the better part of who we are.
i travelled the world,
or perhaps it was your heart.
yet go to sleep a stranger,
in a world yet undiscovered!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stranger Between Us
the stranger between us
is neither you, nor me;
but some part of each
left undiscovered, after
this journey of a thousand miles.
a world hidden by shadow,
that turns on its own axis,
and cries out for deliverence
in an empty room.
the stranger between us,
a wall made of wings
that never found flight,
that never breathed air.
the stranger between us
is the pathway to tomorrow
in a world that ended today!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Walking Forever
it seemed to him
that he'd been walking forever...
the night was brisk and cool....
a half moon, and a few stars.
every step he took he let go
of something else....
all the things he'd thought he needed....
all the things that got in the way!
pride, hurt, anger, need, and
all the images he had of what should be.....
he walked up to the door, and knocked....
she opened the door just a crack...
'what do you want? '
'i just want to hold you,
to feel you close...
to smell your smell,
to taste your taste....
to listen to you breathe
in the darkness...
to hold you while you sleep....
that's all i want,
and the world can go to hell! '
she opened the door,
...and let him in!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stranger Things Have Happened
(David Chamberlain)
I hate to admit it
But somebody else came along and took you're love away
And tonight as I lay here
All alone in this room
He's out there some where
Takin' my place
Stranger things have happened to me
And it's getting all over town
That stranger things have happened to me
That stranger is holding her now
She said I had better stop running around
Or she was gonna find somebody new
And that lady meant it
Because now she's gone
And someone else is walking in my shoes
Stranger things have happened to me
And it's getting all over town
That stranger things have happened to me
That stranger is holding her now
That stranger is holding her now
song performed by by George Strait
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Walking Away
Cold winds blow around me,
And I cant help but think of you.
All the things we wanted,
All the things we had to do.
Wrap yourself around me,
We can steal away sometime.
Your whispers surround me,
But its only in my mind.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
You got what you wanted,
But you cant help but think of me.
All the things you wanted,
All the things you got for free.
One thing to remember
Is that I have feelings, too.
I surely would have closed my eyes
If I had known the real you.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
And Im walking away from,
Walking away from things that move too fast.
cuz Im walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things that just wont last.
And Im walking away from,
Walking away from things that move too fast.
Walking away from,
Walking away from things in my own past...
song performed by by Information Society
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When Will Things Change
the world is unworthy and things countine to be dirty when will things change. when the world is full of mess and people just countine to strees, when will things change. when the streets are some of our homes never knowing why were alone, when will the world change. people cry at night just to give up a fight, when will things change. when you need to cry and you need someone 'why' when will things change.
when the world is sour and people have way to much power, when will things change. crying about the past, the things that never last. when will things change. when the world around you is cold, and shared feelings never seem to bold when will things change. when the world comes at you fast and ever part of your stress continues to last. when will things change.
poem by Katie Patterson
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Venus
'Venus! It's you! '
'You recognize me? '
'Anywhere! Is that your Meryl Streep look? '
'Very funny.'
'How did you get here? '
'Why, I took the train. It's the fastest way, you know.'
'But you're naked! '
'Oh, so I am. One should always travel comfortably, I believe.'
'You can't just go walking around town naked! -
not in January, anyway. Even you! '
'Don't be such a prude.'
'I'm not a prude! You'll catch pneumonia. You'll get arrested! '
'Nobody complained.'
'Look-you can wear your clothes lightly, but you can't go naked.'
'In my part of the world everybody does.'
'You're too much. That was a long time ago. Things change! '
'What do you mean, change? '
'Well, nowadays we've got-
'Got what? ...'
'Religion!
'Humbuggery! All of it! Forget it! '
'What! How can you say that? '
'Easy. Religion owes its very existence to me. You sound like someone else I know. Let me tell you.....
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Naked I came
Into this world naked I came
Because naked You sent me
But temptation is everywhere
Widely scattered on my way
And I gathered material things
That is how it seems should be
Material things I'll own a while
Like the life You loaned to me
Be I burried in a coffin of gold
Or wrapped in a mat of grass
I should leave everything behind
And face you with an empty hand
For naked did I come hereto
Naked I should go back to You
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Soul
My Soul is dying day by day,
I'm losing friends every moment that goes by,
What do I gain?
Does anyone really care?
I'm feeling this emptiness inside.
This feeling I have never felt before,
It's strong I feel so depressed.
My soul is dying each & everyday.
No one really knows the pain I go through.
The things I see,
The things that happen,
The things that I hear,
The things I smell,
The things I touch.
Are all the stuff you have not been through.
It's stuff the world does not need....
poem by Veronica Nieves
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Ride A Black Swan
A black swan rode me into my place of destiny
To love, to feel so madly
Stubborn to disagree
With people who think that life is just a memory
To be denied
Ill take this picture for ages
Of just you and i
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
A white horse picks my dreams up
To take my hopes to god
My prayers have nestled brightly
To dim my sense of awe
I want you to be someone I cant deny
A house of fire
I want you to be something I realize
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Will keep me sinking down
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
As the world goes round with our love
I want you to be my message
I want you to be my friend
I want you to be that answer
An answer I must defend
I want us to solve our distrust of everyone
And trust in god
I want us to solve our distrust of who we are
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
As the world goes round
Its got me thinking
That the things I want
Just keep me sinking down
As the world goes round with our love
As the world goes round with our love
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
Remove my spirit from darkness
Love become my heaven
As the world goes round with our love
As the world goes round with our love
song performed by by Zwan
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Rid A Black Swan
a black swan rode me into my place of destiny
to love, to feel so madly
stubborn to disagree
with people who think that life is just a memory
to be denied
i'll take this picture for ages
of just you and i
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
a white horse picks my dreams up
to take my hopes to god
my prayers have nestled brightly
to dim my sense of awe
i want you to be someone i can't deny
a house of fire
i want you to be something i realize
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
will keep me sinking down
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
as the world goes 'round with our love
i want you to be my message
i want you to be my friend
i want you to be that answer
an answer i must defend
i want us to solve our distrust of everyone
and trust in god
i want us to solve our distrust of who we are
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
as the world goes 'round
it's got me thinking
that the things i want
just keep me sinking down
as the world goes 'round with our love
as the world goes 'round with our love
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
remove my spirit from darkness
love become my heaven
as the world goes 'round with our love
as the world goes 'round with our love
song performed by by Zwan
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A Road Well Travelled
A road well travelled does not the journey ease
Nor do well placed signposts aid our itineraries
A road well travelled is rough and rutted where
Others have passed by this way overburdened with their cares
A road well-travelled may be full of risks and dangers
You keep yourself unto yourself and never talk to strangers.
This road well travelled has no final end in sight
It can be sunny in the daytime but quite frightening at night
This road well travelled can sometimes just disappear
And you stop not knowing where to go shivering with fear
This road well travelled sometimes returns you to its start
And leaves you walking round in circles with a sad and heavy heart.
My road well travelled has many toll gates on the way
Each time I ask directions there’s a need to always pay
My road well travelled is a lonely road at times
It is a real road that I know it’s not just a state of mind
My road well travelled is not just my road you see
It’s a road that many others take and it’s called anxiety.
poem by David Keig
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Ignorance drowned me
his ill gotten wealth
the party splashes
the flashy cars,
all things go dinners,
the champagne, the
businesswomen,
sycophants, the
rowdiness
the smell of decadence
the smell of perversity
cronyists despots
all that i can take
it is the smell of ignorance
the lack of knowledge,
of the arts, of literature,
of things that really prop up
the mind, soul and the world
that really drown me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Reach Out And Touch
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
Take a little time out of your busy day
To give encouragement
To someone who's lost the way
(just try)
Or would i be talking to a stone
If i asked you
To share a problem that's not your own
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
(just try)
If you see an old friend on the street
And he's down
Remember his shoes could fit your feet
(just try)
Try a little kindness you'll see
It's something that comes very naturally
We can change things if we start giving
Why don't you
Reach out and touch
Why don't you (why don't you)
Reach out and touch somebody's hand
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
Reach out and touch
Somebody's hand
Make this world a better place
If you can
song performed by by Diana Ross
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World of frustration
I sit in this world
with so much around me
thoughts of sertain things invade my mind
with a heart filled to the top with darkness
and eyes full of pain and sorrow
i walk this earth invisable to others
no one see the real me
hiding inside a world of darkness
obliviouse to sighns of life
numb feelings toward objects and others
one person in this worl gets me and knows who i am
he's my reason for living and so much more
im sick of the problems
this world is so frusturating
but yet he is my escape
i find myself wanting to die because of other reasons
the thought of wanting to be alive over powers the craving
to lye benieth the preciouse earth
so i await the day i am six feet under
i love walking this earth with the one i love
never wanting it to end
poem by Sandy Vanity
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You Touch Me
You touch me
and my world stands still.
You touch me
and I still feel the thrill.
The world becomes silent
and I know it always will
if you touch me.
So please just touch me.
'Cause everytime you touch me
there's a silence in my heart.
I break in little pieces and slowly come apart.
I remember all those touches.
They're with me every day.
I think all about them and all I want to say
is touch me.
Please touch me.
Touch me in every little way.
You touch me
and my world is bright.
You touch me
and the stars at night
start to burn like a fire
and I feel your desire
to touch me. So please just touch me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Am.... (Rotting Wood)
i am...
the old man smell of rotting wood,
the stagnant pool of water,
devoid of life!
the smell of young lust,
and the stink of love over years.
i am the children raised,
and the empty room.
i am the mistakes made,
and the chances long gone.
i am the moments of joy,
that no one can steal.
i am the prayer of the doubter,
the honesty of the naked moment.
i am the naked body of an old man,
where sparrows build nests!
i am the turn of the wheel,
the hum of the beat.
i am the hunger that races
through the darkness by moonlight.
i am the magic and the mystical,
the simple and the plain.
i am the hoot of the owl,
the stranger at the door.
i am the knowing without knowing;
i am dirty, and sweaty,
and covered with sap.
i am the words hidden,
in the growl and the howl....
i am the ghost, and the remembrance,
the touch that made you tremble.
i am the moan in your mirror,
the shadow dancing by your grave!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dream Of The Unknown
I dream of mostly nothing,
A deep black emptiness in space of infinate time.
But there is no time, there is nothing.
I see nothing, I touch nothing.
Am I even here? Do I exist? Where am I?
I'm not anywhere, just darkness all around.
I don't hear anything at all. I don't smell anything.
What kind of dream is this? This dream of the unknown.
It is not a dream. I'm not here, I am nothing.
Dreams are filled with things beyond imagination,
Filled with good things and bad things, but not this.
I am not happy nor am I sad...But I am scared.
Why am I scared? There is nothing here.
I am trembling but I don't feel a thing.
I'm not here, I am nothing just like this darkness.
But I am in fear in this dream of the unknown.
If it's a dream at all. Am I dead? Is that my fear?
If I'm dead, where is the afterlife? Were they right?
I see nothing, I feel nothing, I am nothing.
Fear is the only thing I know in this dream.
But why? If nothing is wrong, why is everything dark?
Why can't I dream? Why am I nothing with nothing around?
No time, no feeling, no sense. Just nothing.
Lost in this forsaken world, this dream of the unknown.
Suddenly, I'm crying. I feel tears stream down my face.
I feel my heart racing. I hear myself choke back cries.
But everything is still dark, everything is still nothing.
I don't understand. What is happening to me?
My eyes open, I'm in my bed. Face buried in my pillow.
I am still crying, I am still scared...I don't know why.
poem by Adam McKim
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The World is Full of Kindness
The World is full of kindness—
And not the poor alone;
We Christians in our blindness
Bow down to hearts of stone;
The clever, bitter cynic,
Whose poisoned “soul” is dead,
And, like the rotten clinic,
Raves, helpless, on his bed.
The world is full of kindness—
But not the White alone;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone;
But all men are his brothers,
In spite of all the “Powers,”
And the things he does for others
Shew whiter souls than ours.
The world is full of kindness—
But not the Lean alone;
The Fat man in his blindness
Bows down, and not to stone;
But when a friend’s in trouble,
And an honest friend at that,
Then I’d turn to the Fat man
In spite of all his fat.
The world is full of kindness
If it is let alone,
And men’s hearts in their blindness
Are neither ice nor stone.
In spite of all pretences,
We get it from Above;
In spite of all defences—
Red blood, kind hearts, and love.
poem by Henry Lawson
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An Alternate World
Do you believe in alternate worlds,
in other dimensions?
I do
I'm there
I am a ghost
walking around unseen
watching others,
not a part of their world,
they, not a part of mine
I was in their world once.
I think I remember.
Soccer games
going to work
shopping
not thinking about tomorrow.
All surreal now
so surreal.
Transported to a world
of people dressed in white
of machines
and a million needles piercing me
the needles seem to never stop.
Days filled with medicine
and more medicine
Do I take this one now?
God, I forget what I took.
Transported to a world of days without sleep
and days without waking.
A world of pain
A world where you let them
fill you with poisons
then ask them to do it again.
Everything that mattered before,
doesn't.
God, how I long to go to the mall
carefree
like these people walking around me,
to worry about next summer's vacation
as though next summer is assured.
I long to be free
I long to be normal
But there is nothing normal
in the world of cancer.
poem by Shane Linville
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Apart
A part of this world I open my eyes and breathe...
Apart of this world I wonder what they think of me on Facebook
A part of this world I laugh at how beautiful everyone is...
Apart of this world I check to see who likes my comments
A part of this world I live in the brilliant orgasm of now...
Apart of this world I lay down some anonymous hate as Guest42
A part of this world I sigh at the joke of separation
Apart of this world I struggle to connect to someone worth it
A part of this world I smile at every pretty girl...
Apart of this world I smile at the pretty girls
A part of this world I am very close, closer than comfort...
Apart of this world I feel so very far away and so alone
poem by Poet Dragon
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