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'One last look! ' [s]he sighed.
Sleep s[t]eals fast reel casts lost soul,
closed book, open eyed.

haiku by Jonathan Robin (17 January 2010)
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A Closed Book

A book unopened
leaves words to die.
A book unopened
leaves words to lie
in perpetuity,
never alive, never free
to deliver its thoughts
for any to see.

Who was the writer?
What did he pen?
The absence of readers
are lost and then
the book lies quietly
on a shelf
and maybe all by itself it knows.

It will never be opened.
It will always be closed,
just like some people
who won't open up
and speak their words to you.
Their life is something
you'll never know,
something you won't view.
For they are a closed book too.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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On Display

People were talking the other day that they’re
going to put your love on display.
How can a person be so in love
That they talk about the stars above.

How can you show your heart like an open book
And that with a smile was all it took.
There had to be more to it than a smile?
If you could explain it, then I’ll sit a while.

I said: the heart is a complex thing
And with it emotions it brings
The heart holds all that you may see and feel
And like a fishing pole it has a reel.

The reel can let out or pull in its slack
And once you’re hooked, there’s no turning back.
Like the fish you will fight to be free
But this is part of life s destiny.

The heart holds many things you’ve
Never felt before - sadness, bitterness
Disgust and hate, but the strongest ones
Is hope, love, and faith.

We all have the HOPE that we will
One day meet our soul mate
Before it becomes too late.

Then we find a thing called LOVE
Which was also given to us from above.
This is what hope was giving to you
A soul mate which was pure and true.

Then along came FAITH with its head held high
Looking up to the sky, showing us that with
All three, you could do most anything.
But the strongest of the three is the one
That surrounds you and me.
GOD - LOVED man so much
That he gave up his begotten son.

The key word here as you can see
Is LOVE.

Now as for the question that you asked of me
How can I show my heart like an open book.

When GOD showed his LOVE wasn’t that
An open book?
So how can I not follow his path that leads
The way, to a life of happiness day to day.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 16 The open book's monologue

Red what is it to you black the color of death? maybe maybe not? anyone here play video games? FOR CHAOS? ring any bells help spread the taint more quickly? what might an open book write
what would a open book draw
what would an open book think
open books are predictable
so predict what the picture means
why is black black? why is red O infused? what is the meaning only you know maybe only me...

(added years later)

Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed

poem by David Knox
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Lost In A Book

SHHH!
don't bother me
I'm lost in a book

mixed up with
the complicated plots
and outrageous characters

when i'm lost in a book
I don't have to think
about my life

I'll get stuck in
a fantasy world
and never
have to come back
home again

one book
after another
I read, read, read

different places
different people
a new world

I start fresh
each time
I open up a new book

when i'm lost in a book
I am safe
no one can hurt me

I'm happy
when I'm lost
in a book

poem by Annie Janine
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Mehr Licht! Initial Version

'One last look! ' he cries.
Sleep steals over the spirit: -
closed book, open eyes.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Open Book's Monologue (revisited the years later portion of part 16)

Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed

poem by David Knox
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Book Of Brilliant Things

Thank you for the voice, the eyes and the memories shine
Thank you for the pictures of living in the beautiful black and the white
Some say well be together for a very long time
Some say that our first impressions never will lie
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Book of brilliant things
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book;
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Oh, book of brilliant things
I thank you for the shadows
It takes two or three to make company
I thank you for the lightning that shoots up and sparkles in the rain
Some say this could be the great divide
Some day some of them say that our hearts will beat
Like the wheels of the fast train, all around the world
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Book of brilliant things
Some say we can be together for a very long time
Some say our hearts will beat like the wheels of a fast train
All around the world
All around the world
All around the world
Some say our hearts beat like the wheels of a fast train
All around the world
All around, all around, around, around
All around the world
Our hearts beat like the wheels of a fast train
A very long time
All around and all around and all around and all around the world
Some say well be together
Some say
A very long time, some of them will say
A very long time all around the world
Words & music : james kerr, charlie burchill, mel gaynor, derek forbes, michael macneil (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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My Wild-Eyed Child

My wide-eyed child
So sweet are you
Innocent and pure
Untouched by the filth of man
A Baby's Breath for you

My wild-eyed child
With eyes so bright they shine
Open to the world
Open to the universe
A Red Carnation for you

My sleepy-eyed child
Close your little eyes
Drift off to rest
Sleep soundly and well
A White Poppy for you

poem by Autumn Winds
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Collection Of Short Poems

MEANINGLESS
I looked into my soul
And saw a great emptiness that enswallowed me.
It was strange and it was dark.
A darkness so vast I fall into it.
Terrified, my heart froze
As fear’s ice hands griped it.
Big dreams and ambitions cut short by the shortness of life
My life now a black deep ocean to drown in
For this is now my fate for mine had being a vain pursuit for self.

DREAMS

The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
Are so scary so dark that I awake to only find
That am trapped in the dusty dream of dreaminglessness.

Am lost like a codeless soul flowing in space.
Like a fading painting I evaporate losing myself in the mystic shadows of life.

I don’t know me;
I don’t feel me,
Am I dreaming or is this real?

The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
These dreams that I dream are when my eyes are closed yet open
Are not for the faint hearted,
The dreams.

MIRROR, MIRROR, MIRROR

Internal reflections of my soul
Looking deep where I have never being before
I stand mouth agap at the images I see below.

Distorted images,
I can’t see me.
Is the mirror broken or is it the state f my soul?

Mirror, mirror, mirror!
Is there any hope at all?
Tell me now for I fear that I have completely lost my way.
Mirror…?

poem by Tigana Chileshe
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Wounded

Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneith my skin
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
That i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life i'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz i need some one to help me
Oh i need some one to help me
To help me help these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them
I need some one to help me fill them
I need some one to help me close them up

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)

I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a theif in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering licght
Well maybe it's then
She said

song performed by by Flogging Molly from Drunken Lullabies
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Blue Eyed Soul

You've got a blue-eyed soul,
And if you don't let it show,
It'll leave you, you won't even know,
Without your blue-eyed soul
Can you keep it simple? Can you let the snare crack?
Can you let it move without holding back?
Are you afraid to let it go,
Without your blue-eyed soul?
You're gonna lose control,
You're gonna lose control,
Without your blue-eyed soul,
Without your blue-eyed soul,
Without your blue-eyed soul

song performed by by Wilco
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The Supreme Soul

In awakeness,
I was there,
My mind was there,
My body was there,

In my dreams,
I was there,
My mind was there,
But my body was lost.

In my deep sleep,
I was there,
But I lost the mind,
So do I lost my body.

In my state beyond,
In the depth of my sleep,
I never sleep,
Nor did I awake,
It was a state,
Of no movement,
No dreams,
And no thinking!
I was without knowledge,
But I was the knowledge,
I was the illumination,
Of the supreme soul,
With whom I parted
On my birth.
I lost my memory,
Of my parent soul
But for the active
Five senses
Of my body,
The gift of the supreme soul!
I attained him,
When I lost the senses,
When I lost the earthly bond
When I lost the turbulations,
Of the earthly passions!
In union with him
The supreme soul
I lost my self,
And my soul,
Melted and immersed
With the supreme soul!

poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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Lost in Today

I’m lost in a handheld time
Lost in a time of top notch cell phones and laptops.
I’m lost in a time of chaos
Lost in a time of too much homework, too many sports, and not enough sleep.

I’m lost within a race
Lost amidst the fast paced hustle of getting into a good college.
I’m lost in the scheme of things
Lost in the constant pressure of what I’m going to do after high school.

I’m lost and I can’t find my way out
Lost and sinking fast.

I’m quickly losing myself to time
As forever paces on and on.

Sarah Riley

poem by Elisa Riley
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Sleep Teases A Man

Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.
Markov was tormented for quite some time, not knowing what to do: should he sleep or should he liven himself up? Finally, exhausted and thoroughly sick of himself and his room, Markov put on his coat and hat, took his walking cane and went out on to the street. The fresh breeze calmed Makarov down, he became rather more at one with himself and felt like going back home to his room.
Upon going into his room, he experienced an agreeable bodily fatigue and felt like sleeping. But, as soon as he lay down on the divan and closed his eyes, his sleepiness instantly evaporated.

In a fury, Markov jumped up from his divan and, hatless and coatless, raced off in the direction of Tavrichesky Park.

poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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The Last Page

I always dread the last page in a book,
especially when the book was good.
So I close it up and put it aside
but some of those pages you can't hide.
They've become a memory to keep.
So the book just goes to sleep
for a while.

And some time in the future out it comes
just like a trusty old friend.
I open it up and start it once again
reading it from beginning to the end.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep

Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!

Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!

Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!

poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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A Canticle

Like darkness descends an old raven
A fog obscures both banks
of the girl's eyes
Ah what a prolonged sleep

A red-eyed pigeon on the cornice sits
September nineteenth a flimsy telegram
Ah what a prolonged sleep

The storm dies down
on the tired mast
The storm uncoils
its eight tentacles

And a huge dance-hall looms into sight
And a red-eyed pigeon on the cornice sits
what’s the news now
Ah what a prolonged sleep

The storm dies down
on the dream book of Jung
The storm drops dead
from anaemia

But who will make that girl understand but this
There’s little profit in searching for the one
That is by now wood-dead from fasting an Adam’s lifetime
Ah what a prolonged sleep
Ah what a prolonged sleep

(Translated from Bangla by the poet)

poem by Subrata Augustine Gomes
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I Never Lost Hope

The fight within and,
The outside fight,
Made me a monk…..
My soul got bright!
I felt word near,
Meant nothing to me,
I needed door open
They closed to see.
But, I never lost hope…
Never did I blame
My drowing lot.
I was happy, with,
the end where I was brought.
I kept burning the light,
My soul watched it.
My heart said Yes,
With its every pure beat!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Black Eyed Boy

No I dont lack ambition
Cant you see what I hate
That its you who is sicking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time

song performed by by Texas
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