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No More Painkillers

There are no more painkillers
And no more handkerchiefs to cry in,
God doesn't exist any more
So you'd better find a hole to die in.
Don't kid yourself there's a happy ending,
The party's over and they'll soon be sending
The artists and poets to an early grave
'Cos they simply didn't know how to behave,
And all the other people are going to die
A bitter death, don't ask me why,
Because God is forgotten, He was just a liar
And he'll burn like you in Everlasting Fire,
It was all a hoax, and the end has come,
Silent and deadly and utterly numb,
You won't find peace even in the tomb
If you can get there 'cos there's no more room,
Smile and be happy, this is your doom,
Because there are no more painkillers
And no more handkerchiefs to cry in! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Three Foxes

Once upon a time there were three little foxes
Who didn’t wear stockings, and they didn’t wear sockses,
But they all had handkerchiefs to blow their noses,
And they kept their handkerchiefs in cardboard boxes.

And they lived in forest in three little houses,
And they didn’t wear coats, and they didn’t wear trousies.
They ran through the woods on their little bare tootsies,
And they played “Touch Last” with a family of mouses.

They didn’t go shopping in the High Street shopses,
But caught what they wanted in the woods and copses.
They all went fishing, and they caught three wormses,
They went out hunting, and they caught three wopses.

They wen to a Fair, and they all won prizes —
Tree plum-puddingses and three mince-pieses.
They rode on elephants and swang on swingses,
And hit three coco-nuts at coco-nut shieses.

That’s all I know of three little foxes
Who kept their handkerchiefs in three little boxes.
They lived in the forest in three little houses,
But they didn’t wear coats and they didn’t wear trousies,
And they didn’t wear stockings and they didn’t wear sockses.

poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Happy Ending

i may be a princess to you
but youre not a prince to me
no use rescuing me from a tower
im not there to be reascued too
my king youll never be
i dont believe in never say never
cant you see what im saying

[pre-chorus]
now is not the time
there is no time for you
oh

[chorus]
theres no time for your happy ending
youre happy ending is long gone and forgotten
its worth nothin'
mines worth somethin'
that love you sent isnt sending
like i said theres no time for your happy ending

some days ill try to break free
of this misery
some days ill try to find
a thought swarming in my mind
to say to you
i dont know what to do
[repeat pre-chorus and chorus]

there must be something going on
this dumb thing is making me run
what is that called again
oh yes a rumor
it must end sooner
ive counted rumors up to ten
[repeat pre-chorus and chorus]

you cant be happy when there is no happiness
you cant be angry when there is no angryness
you cant be sad when there is no sadness
you cant be mad when there is no madness
in the air
please dont look and stare
at me
please
[repeat pre-chorus and chorus]

no time i said for your happy ending
[repeat 3 more times]

poem by Jackie Oakden
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I'm Only Happy When

I'm only happy when it rains
without a cloud in the sky
I'm only happy in these chains
all that I can do is cry
I'm only happy when I bleed
it let's me know I'm alive
I'm only happy when I need
just myself to survive
I'm only happy when I dream
of my long lost love
I'm only happy when I scream
at the Heavens above
I'm only happy when I'm alone
at war with my brain
I'm only happy when I've known
that life is just pain
I'm only happy when I'm lost
and I can't find my way
I'm only happy when I've crossed
the path of disarray
I'm only happy when I see
death is my way out
I know I'll be free
I have no doubt
I'm only happy when I'm told
that I've gone insane
I'm only happy when I hold
all these thoughts in my brain
I'm only happy when I sleep
and go out of my mind
I'm only happy when I'm in too deep
I'm only happy when it's me you cannot find

poem by Haley Nicole
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The Nightmare On A Birthday

birthdays has been happy sense I could remember
it's not going like that forever
there is a twist in this tale
might as well bale
this birthday is on a little girl about to be sixteen
just happy to not be fifteen
no more waiting to drive a car
so you could go far
but instead of getting licence
she gets a poem from tim burton 'vincent'
instead of a happy party
that plays music loudly
the room is dark, scary, and colorful
I find that wonderful
but the girl did not find it perfect for her and her friends
this might be the end
but it doesn't end there
not ever
instead of a ice cream cake
the cake has poison and the frosting is fake
instead of a new ipod
she gets a head of a frog
instead of a party dress with pok-a-dots colored in pink
the dress is pitch black like black ink
instead of a boys
she gets attacking toys
instead of a playstasion three
there are bats and black cats lose free
the girl found it normal birthday for her
now and forever
it's a nightmare all right and also a dream come true
later after that she catched a small flu
but she was happy anyway
so have a happy day

poem by chella Death
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Hated Shadows

Happy people
with happy faces

Do happy things
in happy places

Little to worry
little to care

Never are sorry
never are there

Through the Viel they live
they cannot see
people around them
people like me

People Invisible
people Divisible

We are not important to happy people
we do not exist
broken shadows of broken people

Happines Glows

Shadows can not exist

With their happy lives
their happy husbands and happy wives
their happy bars
their happy cars
they shine brite
like stars

The shadows
look onto the light with envy
knowing they cannot co-exist
feel hopeless
lost
sedentary
singular

Hated.

poem by Jon Trahan
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When I Was Happy

When I was happy,
I was able to smile
I was able to show myself for who I really am
When I was happy
I was able to be myself
I never would have let myself fall in so many areas
Why is it that now I can’t?
Why can’t I shine the way I used to?
Why don’t I succeed anymore?
Why don’t I fly high anymore?
How was it that you were able to change me with something so simple as a smile?
When I was happy
Why didn’t I think what that smile meant?
Why didn’t I do what I had to when I had the chance?
When I was happy
Why didn’t I see the truth?
When I was happy
Were you happy?
When I was happy…
Was I truly happy?

poem by Mithzi Silva
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A White Rose

you tell her, death does not exist, and she says, she knows,
she had been dead, if only you cared enough to know. she will answer,

your handkerchiefs are all ironed, and they are all kept
well folded in the drawer.

she says she misses something.
just a white rose.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lovely White Flowers

He went inside the cafe where they used to sit together.
It was here, three months ago, that his friend told him:
'We're completely broke -so hard up, the two of us,
that we're stuck with the cheapest places.
I can't go around with you any more -it's no use hiding the fact.
I've got to tell you, somebody else is after me.'
The 'somebody else' had promised him two suits, some silk handkerchiefs.
He himself, to get his friend back,
went through hell rounding up twenty pounds.
His friend came back to him for the twenty pounds-
but along with that, for their old intimacy,
their old love, for the deep feeling between them.
The 'somebody else' was a liar, a real bum:
he'd ordered only one suit for his friend,
and that under pressure, after much begging.
But now he doesn't want the suits any longer,
he doesn't want the silk handkerchiefs at all,
or twenty pounds, or twenty piastres even.
Sunday they buried him, at ten in the morning.
Sunday they buried him, almost a week ago.
He laid flowers on his cheap coffin,
lovely white flowers, very much in keeping
with his beauty, his twenty-two years.
When he went to the cafe that evening
he happened to have some vital business there
to that same cafe where they used to go together,
it was a knife in his heart,
that dead cafe where they used to go together.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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That Little Hole

Some people keep their love in a safe, then forget the combination
Some people think life's a masquerade ball, keeping up with the latest fashion
Some people sell dreams like rag magazines, on the busy fast food city street corners
Some people give, some people take, Some people share, some people fake
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground

Some people hide from the world and it’s charms, others flee from its tragedy
Some people wish for a place to call home while they kill off every living thing they see
Some people await the rapture and fate, others are simply looking for the cure
Some people lead some people follow, some people spit, some people swallow
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Me, I’m happy to be breathing

Some people search for Utopia and peace, but never seem to laugh
Some people forgot what it’s like to be young, having grown up much to fast
Some people preach salvation and hope to anyone willing to pay
Some people judge to quick, some never judge at all, some people climb, some are simply happy to fall
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground

Some people feel the mirror holds the key, to their tomorrows and prosperity
Some people are sealed off from the world by their hearts, their leaders, or their personality
Some people are like cannibals, they devour what they need and move on
Some people are criminals trying to make ends meet, steeling from others trying to make ends meet
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Me, I’m happy to be breathing
with both feet on the ground

Some people feel its much more real, to chase rainbows on canvass painted skies
Some people think their shit don’t stink, some have the trust of a saint and tell lies
Some people’s minds react like a nuclear bomb, some people are one with the galaxy
Some people die as they lived, others live as they die, some never give up hope, others don’t even try
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Some people wear their hearts on their sleeve, others forget what it means to be free
Some people speak of friendships and love, but don’t know what it means to be a friend
Some people search for enlightenment in the stars, in tea leaves, other find it floating in a glass
Some people smile, some people cry, some people live, some people try
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Some people are afraid to take risks, or to be anything they wish until they die
Some people love the sound of their voice, some talk more than they listen
Some people don’t suffer fools only to find the jokes on them
Some judge colour, some judge creed, some judge God, goodness and peace
And they all believe their mouths to be religion, I ask you who puts their faith in that little hole

Copyright Colin Coplin 1983/2011

poem by Colin Coplin
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At Least, Everybody's Happy

I want you to be happy
Because if you happy
I will be happy too

I want you to feel happy
Because if you happy
I will feel peaceful

I want your happiness
Because if you happy
I won't need anything else

I want to see you happy
Because if you happy
I will not be forced to see you grieving

I want you to know happiness 
Because if you happy
I will not disturb only by your sorrow

I want to hear that you're happy
Because if you happy
I should not listen to your unhappy story

I want you to find happiness
Because if you happy
I will not be chased by constant nightmare

I want you have a touch of happiness
Because if you happy
I could rip your ugly sad face with smile

I want to give you happiness
Because if you happy
I could take you from the darkness

I want you to taste happiness
Because if you happy
I must not swallow the bitterness

I want you realize that you have a right to be happy
Because if you happy
I won't be drowned in regret because ignorance

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Happy Person

In a World where many have ulcers due to worry and stress
And where people are judged by material success
And since everyone answers to the reaper's call
The happy one is the most successful of all.

For the top job the happy one does not compete
And the happy one never feels sad in defeat
Not to be a hero or catch the big fish
Just to be happy in life is the happy one's wish.

The happy one can be a he or a she
But to find such a person do not look for me
Since like many others i feel weighed down by care
Though people like me they have never been rare.

The happy one everyone wishes to know
And the friends of the happy one in numbers grow
One who is not tainted by conceit or guile
And one who finds it easy to laugh and to smile

poem by Morgan Doe
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The happy Person

In a World where many have ulcers due to worry and stress
And where people are judged by material success
And since everyone answers to the reaper's call
The happy one is the most successful of all.

For the top job the happy one does not compete
And the happy one never feels sad in defeat
Not to be a hero or catch the big fish
Just to be happy in life is the happy one's wish.

The happy one can be a he or a she
But to find such a person do not look for me
Since like many others i feel weighed down by care
Though people like me they have never been rare.

The happy one everyone wishes to know
And the friends of the happy one in numbers grow
One who is not tainted by conceit or guile
And one who finds it easy to laugh and to smile.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Uncle Dan Rides Again

Real men aren't afraid of affection
Real women aren't afraid of sex

Never give a crazy man a gun
just because he asks for it;
don't tell the truth if it will be used to murder someone.

If you want to be beautiful
learn to smile.

It is not enough to be right
especially if you use it against others:
then it is a wrong.

Remember your children
are smarter than you
till they become teens;
then not so much

Be nice to people
it don't cost nothing.

Growing up is about
more than just getting taller

You can have anything you want in the world
if you are willing to let others have what they want too.

Always give credit to others more than yourself
even if this is not true.

The most important phrase in the world is
'I am not sure. Let's go find out.'

You can get any woman to fall in love with you
if you really love women. If you don't like women
the woman you end up with will return the favor.

You can get a man to fall in love with you
if you are willing to like him.

Gossip is the refuge
of those who lack any skills

If you are willing to shut up just some of the time
you'll get smarter

Don't spend your life protecting
what didn't deserve protecting in the first place

It is hard to find a good woman
so get a hard woman to help you look

Women want a man who understands
what women want without having to be told.
A man wants a woman who gives him what
he wants without asking

You can't find your princess
without being a prince yourself

Don't wait until you are on your death bed
to tell people you are sorry
Don't wait until mom or dad is on their death bed
before you tell them you love them.

Act like a loving person
and soon you don't have to act no more

Beginning things is easy
ending things is the hard part.

Being happy only comes to the happy being.
Happy being is the willingness to be without demands.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Happy Birthday

You know it doesnt make much sense
There ought to be a law against
Anyone who takes offense
At a day in your celebration
cause we all know in our minds
That there ought to be a time
That we can set aside
To show just how much we love you
And Im sure you would agree
It couldnt fit more perfectly
Than to have a world party on the day you came to be
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
I just never understood
How a man who died for good
Could not have a day that would
Be set aside for his recognition
Because it should never be
Just because some cannot see
The dream as clear as he
That they should make it become an illusion
And we all know everything
That he stood for time will bring
For in peace our hearts will sing
Thanks to martin luther king
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Why has there never been a holiday
Where peace is celebrated
All throughout the world
The time is overdue
For people like me and you
Who know the way to truth
Is love and unity to all gods children
It should never be a great event
And the whole day should be spent
In full remembrance
Of those who lived and died for the oneness of all people
So let us all begin
We know that love can win
Let it out dont hold it in
Sing it loud as you can
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Ooh yeah
Happy birthday...
We know the key to unify all people
Is in the dream that you had so long ago
That lives in all of the hearts of people
That believe in unity
Well make the dream become a reality
I know we will
Because our hearts tell us so

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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What Can Make You Happy?

Are you happy right now or sad?
Are you bitter about your present condition?
You wonder what is wrong with your life
You wonder why others are happy
And question why some are so sad
Are happy people born that way?
Or happiness is a state of mind
What can make you happy?
Will having more money make you happy?
How much money do you need to make you happy?
If you are single and not happy!
Will having a new lover make you happy?
Will getting married make you happy?
If you are married, and not happy!
Will having more children make you happy?
Will sleeping with other people make you happy?
If you are a professional and not happy!
Will changing your profession make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will getting drunk everyday make you happy?
Will taking a new drug make you happy?
Will buying a new car make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will moving to a bigger house make you happy?
Will been promoted at work make you happy?
Will been the head of your organization
Make you happy
What can make you happy?
Always remember that what makes
You happy can make the others sad

poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Hollywood Liar

Liar, liar, liar, hollywood liar,
Who are you, to crash my party, with your mediocre blues,
Your powder has no power over me,
Dont talk to my friends, the way you talk to the girls from the valley,
Youre just another liar to me,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
I can see right through your act, the way you lie to yourself,
About deals you know dont even exist,
Dropping all those names the way you think the game should be played,
Youre just another liar to me,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
(say) too mon to mon toul le jomey le very tey,
Too par too par, cullear, reason,
Unfortunately youre my neighbour,
But certainly not for long,
Huh, Im the writer of this,
Im the printer of that,
What you gonna do next?
How you gonna top that?
Distributor of this,
Editor of that,
What you gonna do next?
How you gonna top that?
How you gonna top that?
How you gonna top that?
(? )
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood,
Hollywood,
Hollywood,
Hollywood liar,
Kiss me?
(? )
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
I dont buy it baby!
You just get out of my party!

song performed by by Grace Jones
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My World Your World

Why should I love someone who's horrible to me?
Why should I love someone who will never love me?
Why should I care about someone I can't count on?
Why should I love when I can hate?

If I hate you will you survive?
If I hate you will I die?
If I hate you I hope you crumble
If I hate you I hope you cry

If you hate me why do I care?
Why should I care?

If love didn't exist what would happen?
If love didn't exist would we talk?
If love didn't exist I would have no troubles

If love was made up you'd b alone
If love was made up you would crumble

In my world you love me
In my world I'm happy
In my world I can count on you
In my world I can love
In my world everyone cares

In my world your in my league
In my world I'm good-looking
In my world no one hurts me
In my world no one harms me

In my world bullies don't exist
In my world everything is perfect
In my world everything is picturesque
In my world dreams come true
In my world dreams exist

in your world what happens?
Am I loved in there?
Am I happy in there?
Do I even exist in there?

Do you kill in there?
Do you rule over everyone in there?
Do people smile?
Do people cry?
Do people die?

What happens?

poem by Mathew Stewart
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It was during a cosmetic procedure that I first had painkillers.

quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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Sappy

And if you say your prayers
You will make God happy
And if you do whats true
You will make me happy
Ill keep you in a jar
And you will seem happy
Ill give you breathing holes
You will think youre happy, now
Youre in a laundry room
Youre in a laundry room
Youre in a laundry room
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
Hell bring you fine rewards
Then you will feel happy
Ill keep you in my room
Im sure youll be happy
And if you save your soul
You will think youre happy now
Youre in a laundry room
Youre in a laundry room
Youre in a laundry room
Youre in a laundry room
Early version of sappy.

song performed by by Nirvana
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I Promise, I Tried, but Its Not My Fault

I said I would be happy now
I said I would try to smile
but its my meds, I swear
theyre stopping me,
I cant be happy,
I cant smile
I dont need this medication
these pills,
these drugs
I don't need any of it
they just block my path
like a boulder in the way
they make me the person I don't want to be
just let me be free,
let me be happy.
I wont go there again,
ill behave this time
you don't need to worry
just free me from this cell,
I will be okay,
I will be happy.

poem by Forever Gone
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