Face Away
Your face, I breathed in;
till it consumed my being...
you suffocate me.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Suffocate
I feel nothing
Longing for something
Relax a minute and take your clothes off
Show me what youre made of
Just to soothe me
(all alone)
Leave me here Im dying
(all alone)
Just kicked me in my face
(all alone)
All alone and crying
(all alone)
I suffocate
Im not gifted
Slightly twisted
Try hard try hard
To see if I can push you any further
Just to soothe me
(all alone)
Leave me here Im dying
(all alone)
Just kicked me in my face
(all alone)
All alone and crying
(all alone)
I suffocate
Please believe youll save me, rearrange me
I can feel your feelings running through me
Take away my sorrow my tomorrow
Heal me
(all alone)
Leave me here Im dying
(all alone)
Just kicked me in my face
(all alone)
All alone and crying
(all alone)
I suffocate
Im suffocating
Suffocate (come suffocate)
song performed by by Staind
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Inner Capsule (Element Of The Ensemble Part II)
I just can't take it anymore
Knees and hands bolted to the floor
The smoke is coming down on me
Will I just suffocate or be
The room now empty as I see
Locked doors, no windows, dark to be
Lightning and thunder I do feel
As my worst nightmare becomes real
And now that I've been left alone
I get my chance, enter the zone
In wich my deepest thoughts occur
And where I speak in silent words
Wonder what will become of me
Will I just suffocate or be
Help me!
Wonder what will become of me
Will I just suffocate or be
Silence spreads, I hear my gasp for air
My heart beats faster as seconds, few to spare
I feel the pain, eyes strongly shut together
Last scream comes out, and then I feel the power
Wonder what will become of me
Will I just suffocate or be
A sheet of paper lies in front of me, blank
Emotions trapped insidem infinite rank
Cannot seem to extrivert the feel
Imprisonment of days turns into years
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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Whatevah
write
till it does not hurt anymore
write
till all the happy moments are consumed.
write
till all the aches are justified
write
till all your revenge is dissipated
write
till all angles are examined
write and keep on writing
till all of you is hidden, till all of you is folded back
write and keep on writing still
because you are your writer and there is no one who knows you well
except yourself, and what they know shall only be
skin deep
because you want it so,
you are the king in the jungle of your uncertainties
the Tarzan hitting his chest before Jane came and ruined it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Doesn't Take a Rocket Scientist
The duality of false representation,
Eventually shows the origin...
From where it has been created.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To connect the culprits to their deeds.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
There is a trail of incompetence,
Wherever they go...
With a wish to get acknowledgement,
And undeserving praise.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And unfortunate are those,
Committed to follow.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And shoulders to cry on,
They seek to weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
quote by William C. Bryant
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Opinionated Opinions
She Said
Never underrate a woman’s heart
Or other things for her that matters
Respect her rights and choices – or
Men who’d interfere
Are her greatest enemies
Collect those “so called” vital dates
Or you will hear no end of it
Make every effort to compliment
I n all aspects of what she do or have
Not her cooking, bags, or shoes
Connect when she speaks, or
A big B scripts her face
Remember she is a queen
Right or wrong she always wins
As much as a man wishes
No arguments will end
Zealous opinions that
Are proven by experience
He Said
“Experience? ” He asked
For no experience can suffocate
Reality that
Every male’s ego
Notches a heart
Cold! When he is
Amiable when he is
Right when he is
Right!
And nothing can suffocate his
Never-ending affection when he is
Zealous to his wife, his children,
And all things that matters too
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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World Asleep
Feel like me
Cut away my skin
The blood on the tap washes clean
The mirror I cracked curses me
If you're a little late
It's time to leave
Live another day now
I hear you scream
See, see what I can see (I will believe in you, you and me)
Cover me with angel's wings (I will believe in you, you'll see)
Breathe the air I breathe (I will believe in you, you and me)
Suffocate the world asleep (I will believe in you, you and me)
Pain, in me
Watch as it feeds
Another day melts, I feel the heat
The honey I drink nurses me
If you're a little late
It's time to leave
Live another day now
I hear you scream
See, see what I can see (I will believe in you, you and me)
Cover me with angel's wings (I will believe in you, you'll see)
Breathe the air I breathe (I will believe in you, you and me)
Suffocate the world asleep (I will believe in you, you and me)
Too late, drifting away
Too late
See, see what I can see (I will believe in you, you and me)
Cover me with angel's wings (I will believe in you, you'll see)
Breathe the air I breathe (I will believe in you, you and me)
Suffocate the world asleep (I will believe in you, you and me)
Just see, see what I can see (I will believe in you, you and me)
Cover me with angel's wings (I will believe in you, you and me)
Breathe the air I breathe (I will believe in you, you and me)
Suffocate the world asleep (I will believe in you, you and me)
I will, I, I, I
I will, I, I, I
song performed by by Feeder
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Bend And Break
When you, when you forget your name
When old faces all look the same
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you'll wake up
If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake
Lovesick bitter and hardened heart
Aching waiting for night waiting for life to start
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you'll wake up
If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake
Ooo
If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake
song performed by by Keane
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Comfort of Dante
Down where the unconquered river still flows on,
One strong free thing within a prison's heart,
I drew me with my sacred grief apart,
That it might look that spacious joy upon:
And as I mused, lo! Dante walked with me,
And his face spake of the high peace of pain
Till all my grief glowed in me throbbingly
As in some lily's heart might glow the rain.
So like a star I listened, till mine eye
Caught that lone land across the water-way
Wherein my lady breathed,-now breathing is-
'O Dante,' then I said, 'she more than I
Should know thy comfort, go to
her
, I pray.'
'Nay!' answered he, 'for she hath Beatrice.'
poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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The real beauty
Till your puberty, you have a face
You are born with.
Till marriage, you get a face
You aspire to have.
Till menopause, you have a face
You strive to retain.
Past menopause, you are left with a face
You deserve to carry.
Real beauty is one past menopause too.
15.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dora
It was, I well remember, the merry springtime when
Young Dora in the eventide came singing up the glen,
And the song came up the glen, till one oft-repeated part
In a subtle stream of melody ran glowing through my heart.
A fond desire, long cherished, till then I might control,
Till then—but oh! That witching strain swift drew it from my soul;
Swift drew it from my soul, and she did not say me nay,
And the world of love was all the world to us that happy day.
I’m happy now in thinking how happy I was then,
When towards the glowing west my love went homeward down the glen;
Went homeward down the glen, while my comfort surer grew,
Till methought the old-faced hills at looked as they were happy too.
All happy, for that Dora and I so happy were!
All happy, for that human love had breathed its spirit there!
Had breathed its spirit there, and had made them conscious grow
Of the part they bore in that sweet time, that happy long ago.
poem by Charles Harpur
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I think people become consumed with selling a book when they need to be consumed with writing it.
quote by Ann Patchett
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Till Then
till then when this is over
when this face is reshaped to your pleasure
i shall face you
till then
when my eyes can see well again like a new sun
after the storm
i shall meet you
till then
i shall not tell you anymore about the history of a love rejected
there is no use
you have a home
you are a bird with a nest at your comfort
you have a place
like a stranger stopping for good having found a wife
till then
i shall confront you with the silence of my mind
i am at peace
and i am ready to leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Charm invests a face
the face - is the record
of time now and beyond
a million stories in sight,
sound, taste and senses
known and unknown
sad face - it's a scar of the earth really
happy face - it is an extension
of the bloom to help the earth smile
sad face it soon seeks its way
out in another face
a mirror to another world
where there is every reason to shine again
hidden in - some features
are some wonderful tales of yester years
- prophets, fairies and those
who had seen god
if you have the blessings
to reach out to them
if you have consumed the bible,
the koran and other
heavenly sent books -
you know the face is
the most artistic chore
of the Creator
- he makes sure no two are alike
joseph the most blessed of them all
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Dream of Us
I came to her house
On Mulberry Street
Hoping just to say hello
And gaze into her eyes
Of infinite realms of tenderness.
I wanted to share
The poetry of her soul
And the rhythmic music of her body
As well as the melody of her voice.
She invited me in for tea
Where we lit candles
In the living room
And breathed in the perfume
Of a sacred incense.
Every thought consumed me
To escape reality by mingling
All of my existence into her wondrous essence,
To exchange my individual aura
For a dream of us.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Burning To Nothing
there is a light within us
we do not keep it inside for soon
it shall burn us alive and so
we keep ourselves open to
the blue skies and to the
full moon at night so they
all can see us flicker like
a star glowing in the darkness
of our longings we keep this
light burning and burning
night and day till we are
all consumed till we are all
gone like a candle burning
itself to nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anna - the story of a love
The Indians say
that the eater is the eaten.
We caught each other's eye
across a crowded room...
she with her mates,
but blushed in my direction...
and when I looked at her,
she glowed
and I glowed.
She too was ripe for passion.
We couldn't be kept apart;
later in the privacy of my room
my lips sought her unsullied bloom,
the irresistible downiness of her young skin
and soon that soft skin
was moist with passion
as we consumed each other,
and were subsumed in unity.
Now I have died two deaths from love:
first consumed by desire, then
consumed by pleasure.
What a peach she was.
Hey, seize the moment -
there's another in the bowl.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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So You Don't Like The Sour Man?
so, here you are again, feeling sorry for the sour man
the one who does not know how to stretch his face
to make a smile
the one consumed by the ghosts of his own worries
that never came
the one who stays in the nook
afraid,
you do not like this sour man
scared, not easy to handle, expensive
to the pocket
you do not find him
a good company to your sports
laughter
and happy-go-lucky
merry, merry, merry,
round and round
telling people hey life is short why not just enjoy every minute of it
savor the moments
lick every sweet dropp of life like honey to your finger
finger licking good
till the last dropp till the supply lasts
take today, today, today, why worry about tomorrow
oh, you do not like the sour man
and you are angry at him
well, it is sad, the sour man has conquered you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Polythene Girl
I wish that I could touch the sky
Elevate me
I hope that I dont burn my eyes
As I drift free
Dont think that I can help myself
Guess its true
Chorus:
Polythene, polythene girl
Wrap me up in a cellophane world
Polythene, polythene girl
Im breaking the seal, never thought I would
I wish that I could heal myself
Addicted to you
Wrap me up in cotton wool
Just to feel new
Dont think that I can help myself
But its true
Chorus
Suffocate, elevate
Suffocate, elevate
But its true
Chorus
song performed by by Feeder
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