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What you wrote Emily
Two sunsets you have sent
And finished several stars
In competition.

Emily, You are great really
Caring life with ample freedom
Composing dark and light
Day and night at a time
Where in we live with action
And with emotion.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I send Two Sunsets

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I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—

His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Emily

[verse 1]
It wasnt supposed to be like this
Another dose of unhappiness
I gave it all and managed to get shot down yet again
So I got drunk
Had sex with all your friends
You told me to never call your house again
[chorus]
Emily, you saved the day
Emily, when you threw me away
She was always such a pretty girl
Nobody like her in the world
A little piece of heavenly
That no one else could stand
I see her in my dreams at night
I see you when I close my eyes
I just cant seem to shake you, emily
[verse 2]
You got your money and I got cast
Outside thrown out on my ass
In the city with no one else, no where else to go
So I hooked up with this model from singapore
Emily, I sure am glad you didnt want me anymore
[chorus]
She was always such a pretty girl
Nobody like her in the world
A little piece of heavenly
That no one else could stand
I see her in my dreams at night
I see you when I close my eyes
I just cant seem to shake you, emily
Yeah
Emily, you saved the day
Emily, you saved the day
Emily, you saved my ass

song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Being Emily

She stomped on my ground
To furrow my heart,
This girl Emily.
Far and far away
With cinnamon hair
And glorious eyes,
She wrote tasty poems
For me and my kind.

Being Emily, however,
Was a curse.
Her husband was a wild-eyed puncher
Who pulled her around by her cinnamon hair,
Pretending to choke her
For the least infraction.
It burns me to distraction:
For Emily is my girl.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Emily Chambers

Emily Chambers would make it pay
Everyone knew she'd turn out that way
She turned her back and she'll be okay
But she's not okay at all

Every night with the radio on
Emily fears that the day won't come
The moon is there to do her harm
She's not all right at all

Don't get arrested
Don't buy a machine gun
You're on the run
And you're not on the scene
You're not so cool
And you're not a jerk
You may be a villain
But no Patty Hearst
You're Emily Chambers
And what's worse
Is a whipping wind
And a box in a hearse
And a trigger in your head
And a pen in your hand
And the pain in the verse
And the flat drying land
And the thin of the air
And a pain that hurts
You're Emily Chambers in the universe

(Repeat first verse)

Every night with the lamplight on
Emily fears that the day has gone
The moon is there to do her harm
She's not all right at all

(Repeat chorus)

Emily Chambers would make it pay
Everyone knew she'd turn out that way...

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from One From The Modern
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sKy n sTaRs! !

Our attachment is like
How the sky needs stars
The sky is wonderous and strong
But the stars complete it
This relationship is beautiful
But sometimes the sky
Rejects the stars
And the stars rain down their tears
When they collide
It initiates a night full of life
The sky flourishes the stars
But the stars shine so bright
These aquaintances
The sky and the stars
You and me
Morphing into life......

poem by Emily Sleator
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Emily May

For My Great Granddaughter

Today old Dodgy Dave,
was made a Great Granddad again,
with a great granddaughter Emily May,
weighing in at seven pound and four ounces.
Is he happy? I would say he is.
Looking in the mirror
another dozen grey hairs did appear.
One thing I can tell you,
she could grow up to be a pop singer
with the deafening lungs she has.
The new Granddad and Granny are coming around tonight
to toast baby Emily May,
with a couple of cups of tea
on the rocks,
or we might even splash out
on a coke.
Welcome to the crazy world
of your Great Granddad Dodgy Dave
my little Emily May

poem by David Harris
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Emily

Gonna learn how to think cause i'm drowning in sin,
Just wanna taste that cinammon skin.
I've gotta learn how to cry,
Taste a tear roll by.
Cause there's no sense in self destruction,
Emily loved him, Emily loved him.
CHORUS
You cut away the disease,
You pure the air i breathe (need).
You came and healed my disease again,
Now the light comes shining in.
I've gotta learn how to think without the alcohol swings,
I'm sure that things will feel better.
Gotta learn how to grow lift the world ff your toes,
Feel yourself drift off somewhere.
Emily loved him, Emily loved him.
REPEAT CHORUS
What's gonna happen if it all falls in and the highs get low?
And the pain sets inside me.
Emily loved him, cause Emily loved him.
REPEAT CHORUS X2

song performed by by Feeder
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See Emily Play

Emily tries but misunderstands
Shes often inclined to borrow somebodys dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Lets try it another way
Youll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See emily play
Soon after dark emily cries
Gazing at trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Lets try it another way
Youll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See emily play
Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river for ever and ever
Emily
There is no other day
Lets try it another way
Youll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See emily play

song performed by by David Bowie
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The Offer

'Tell me, would you rather be
Changed by a fairy to the fine
Young orphan heiress Geraldine,
Or still be Emily?

'Consider, ere you answer me,
How many blessings are procured
By riches, and how much endured
By chilling poverty.'

After a pause, said Emily:
'In the words orphan heiress I
Find many a solid reason why
I would not changëd be.

'What though I live in poverty,
And have of sisters eight-so many,
That few indulgencies, if any,
Fall to the share of me:

'Think you that for wealth I'd be
Of even the least of them bereft,
Or lose my parent, and be left
An orphaned Emily?

'Still should I be Emily,
Although I looked like Geraldine;
I feel within this heart of mine
No change could workëd be.'

poem by Charles Lamb
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Dark and Light

Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.

Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.

Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark

When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.

Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light

Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!

poem by Jeff Manion
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Emily

Emily shrugs and drags her heels as she takes the guided tour
It seemed like such an amazing deal
When she was looking at the brochure
Stuck on a bus with strangers
Wishing she could be ay home
With me poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?
Lyin in bed
The pain in my head
From running around all day
Tryin to find what was rightfully mine
But I ran out of things to say
Runnin around with strangers
Wishing she could run away with me..
Poor little emily,
How does it feel to be free
From familiar fingertips
To a persecuted grip?
From the pan into the fire
Now a thread becomes a wire
Under which you must crawl
Through a ditch and over the wall
Emily works her fingers
Right down to her aching bones
While my aching heads got me stuck
In bed working on being alone
Working around the clock
Wishing she had worked it out with me
Poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?
Poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?
Poor little emily
How does it feel to be free?

song performed by by Fastball
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I had no time to hate, because

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Sunsets And You

Sunsets are not a rare commodity
they come and go every night
so i compare you not to a sunset
for you come once in a life
your beauty surpases the colors of the sky
painted anew each night by angels on high
for god himself has sculpted you
he made it so your only seen by few
and you do not hide from the moon
as all the sunsets do
rather you shine bright under its silver light
and you dance all night
you do far more than any sunset would
more breathtaking than any sunset could
sunsets have moved and inspired all man kind since forever
but you move me each moment, to a love that sunsets could never

poem by Daniel Cook
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To Live & Die In L. A.

(jack hues)
In the heat of the day
Every time you go away
I have to piece my life together
Every time youre away
In the heat of the day
In the dark of the night
Every time I turn the light
I feel that God is not in heaven
In the dark of the night
The dark of the night
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room Ill live my life forever
I wonder why in la
To live and die in la
I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I cant get away
To live and die in la
If I let myself go
And for where I just dont know
Id maybe hit some cold new river
That led out to the sea
An unknown sea
Id either swim or Id drown
Or just keep falling down and down
I think its that, that makes me quiver
Just to keep falling down
Down, down, down
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the way Ill live my life forever
I wonder why in la
To live and die in la
In every word that you say
I feel my freedom slip away
I feel the bars come down around me
And I cant get away
I cant get away
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room Ill live my life forever
I wonder why in la
To live and die in la
I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I cant get away
To live and die in la
I cant get away
To live and die in la
I cant get away
To live and die in la
I cant get away
To live and die in la
I cant get away
To live and die in la

song performed by by Wang Chung
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To Live And Die In LA

In the heat of the day
Every time you go away
I have to piece my life together
Every time you're away
In the heat of the day
In the dark of the night
Every time I turn the light
I feel that God is not in heaven
In the dark of the night
The dark of the night
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room I'll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA
I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I can't get away
To live and die in LA
If I let myself go
And for where I just don't know
I'd maybe hit some cold new river
That led out to the sea
An unknown sea
I'd either swim or I'd drown
Or just keep falling down and down
I think its that, that makes me quiver
Just to keep falling down
Down, down, down
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the way I'll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA
In every word that you say
I feel my freedom slip away
I feel the bars come down around me
And I can't get away
I can't get away
I wonder why I live alone here
I wonder why we spend these nights together
Is this the room I'll live my life forever
I wonder why in LA
To live and die in LA
I wonder why we waste our lives here
When we could run away to paradise
But I am held in some invisible vice
And I can't get away
To live and die in LA
I can't get away
To live and die in LA
I can't get away
To live and die in LA
I can't get away
To live and die in LA
I can't get away
To live and die in LA
Submitted by Michael Hack

song performed by by Wang Chung
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All Circumstances are the Frame

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All Circumstances are the Frame
In which His Face is set—
All Latitudes exist for His
Sufficient Continent—

The Light His Action, and the Dark
The Leisure of His Will—
In Him Existence serve or set
A Force illegible.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Snake

They called you Diablo -
Dank, dark and hissing -
Sherlock asked 'Watson'
What it was, that you were missing?

April 30, it came and it passed -
Like a Thunderstorm in the Sun -
Lightening strikes near the Rainbow -
In Wonderland, Oz had begun!

Tightly wrapped up, you were -
In a camoflouged lizard-skin purse -
But alas, the spiders, they caught you -
While you, the Warlock of the South, wrote your verse!

Do believe, Emily knows why they call you, Diablo -
For Wicked and Evil, you'd spend your days -
But Emily, upon being released from the hospital -
Was apprised, of your Satanic ways -

It was Sherlock and his 'Watson' -
Who split, your world, open wide -
They identified, your nasty persona -
While Emily, healed inside -

What is it that you are missing?
Why it's forgiveness, compassion and love -
Forever, are you just a doomed snake?
With nary a hint, of our God above?

'Keep Your Windows Locked'
And Your 'Alarms On'...It is getting
Close to Halloween!

poem by Theodora Onken
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To R A A

Was it not a great end?
Wrote your Philip, with a story
Of a great deed, a great death--
Not foreseeing his own glory
And his budding laurel-wreath--
In the last words he should send.

Philip's followed Alan's lead.
They are gone into the night
With the great heroes of old,
With the stars, the stars they are bright;
They are warm; they are not cold.
They live: they are not dead.

But the silence aches. O friend
In the darkness, cold and stricken,
For anodyne, antidote,
Tell your dead heart, that it quicken,
The last words that Philip wrote:
'Was it not a great end ?' A great end!

poem by Katharine Tynan
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That Wind I Used to Hear it Swelling

That wind I used to hear it swelling
With joy divinely deep
You might have seen my hot tears welling
But rapture made me weep.

I used to love on winter nights
To lie and dream alone
Of all the hopes and real delights
My early years had known.

And oh above the rest of those
That coming time should bear
Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose
Still beaming bright and fair.

poem by Emily Brontë from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1908)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Emily

Woke up to find
I lost my mind
Lost heart, lost nerve
I lost my favourite word -
Emily
I take my cigarettes
I give em a smoke
Oh god
My heart feels froze
Ive lost something it seems
Ive misplaced my favourite thing -
Emily
Chorus
Where does love go
If it cant find a home
One moment here then gone
With no forwarding address
Love no longer has a house
Or residence in flesh
Take the keys
I get in the car
To out run this
Man Id have to go real far
Where mercy wears lace
And bottles are thieves
Which of these took you from me?
Emily
I face myself
But theres this draft inside
Parts of me drowned
In perpetual tide
I wanna call names
I wanna throw things around
But no bar can buy
Forgiveness another round for
Emily
Chorus
I go to the bedroom
Turn on the light
Its like an empty altar
No angel in sight
Religion with no temple
No place to take my worship to
No God for my eyes to see
No fruit to lay at the feet of
Emily
Gone
Gone

song performed by by Jewel
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