Not Interested
Every steamy story fades
Nothing but the porcelain fish oil
Hope a withering willow
Another story of the draining world
The world is a loser
Half time for the raging dying
Fate seems to leave me vacant
Small circles
Personal circles
I want romance
I hope everyone the best
I am just not interested
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Dying
I'm Dying, Dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again
I'm Dying, Dying to forget about you, that you ever lived
There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest
I'm Dying to live without you again
I'm Dying, Dying to find a distraction, get you away from me
I'm Dying, Dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see
It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent
I'm Dying to live without you again
The first time you left I said goodbye
Now there's not a prayer that can survive
Dying, Dying to die just to come back so we can meet again
Dying, Dying to say what I always should have said
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this
As long as there's a breath...
I'm Dying and I can't live without you
I'm Dying and I can't live without you again
song performed by by Five For Fighting
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Corn Circles
Corn circles
Appearing all over the land
Corn circles
Appearing all over the land
Nobody knows where they come from
Nobody understands
Corn circles
Mysterious symbols in the fields
Corn circles
Mysterious symbols in the fields
No one knows - are they phony
Or maybe are they real?
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
Corn circles
Is somebody playing a trick?
Corn circles
Pixies, witches, hoaxers
Take your pick
Throw a few theories out there
See what sticks!
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
Corn circles
Patterns in the gold
Corn circles
Pretty patterns in the gold
Like something out of the future
Or something very old
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Hope Fades Away
When There's no Falling Far From Grace,
and All Your Hope Fades.
It's a Dreary Face,
When Nothing Seems to fall in Place.
When all Hope Fades,
Nothing Seems to Make Much Sense.
When all Hope Fades,
Life is but a Loveless Trance.
When all Hope Fades,
Heroes Fall to Hells Great Weight.
When all Hope Fades,
Demons Claw out of Massive Flames.
When Hope Fades Away.
poem by Nathan Kraft
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Circles
Ever since you left me
I've been trying to hide the pain
Painting on a smile with lipstick
Putting on a big charade
So difficult to keep pretending
It's getting harder everyday
It's plain to see I'm cold and heartsick
Since you turned and walked away
I just keep going round and round
And round in circles
Keep on tumbling down
[chorus]
Oh boy my world has changed
And I don't think I can make it without out
Nothing's the same
You got me running around in circles over you
(running around in circles over you)
Saturday I saw you
Holding hands with someone new
Somehow I kept my composure
Just like everything was cool
But inside I kept repeating
Don't you let them see you cry
So I casually turned my head
As the tears rolled down my eyes
I just keep going round and round
And round in circles
Keep on tumbling down
[chorus]
Oh boy my world has changed
And I don't think I can make it without you
Nothing's the same
You got me running around in circles over you
Everything is you
How can I pull through
My heart is consumed I'm so confused
Still caught up in you...love can be so cruel
Baby don't know how to turn you loose
[chorus]
Oh boy my world has changed
And I don't think I can make it without you
No, nothing's the same
You got me running around
And running around
And running around
Nothing's the same
Baby baby cause you
Got me running around
In circles over you
(running around in circles over you)
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Infinite Loop
monotony in series
day after day
replays...
so do dreams
on one leg
skip around
our routine feet
faceless hope
thrums regular head
the accustomed
half darkness
circles and circles
somehow eyes remain
constantly closed
in a habitual gesture
in our darkened chambers
we pace up and down
down and up
searching and searching...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Circles
Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles
Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles
When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles
song performed by by George Harrison
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Through Expression Of The Feeling
The time has come to adorn the mask of true dreaming
And to rise against the odds, against the tide and to know
All there is that lies beneath the porcelain desert snow.
This last night I danced, naked with the nymphs of a moonlit lake,
Wild and frenzied in circles, chanting, entrancing and calling
On elder gods to join, to hold my hand and to turn circles in the sand.
No music is there upon the air as unspoken harmonies cling within
The memories of delicate winged girls and softly spoken come those
Tender words that sooth so my aching soul, Dance with me I’ll make you whole.
Through expression of the feeling
Through redefining what it is to be real
We can together find a way throughout the shades,
Into fields of easy grazing, still half crazed at the wonder
And amazement that follows every breath.
A thousand lives worth lived I’d give to hold the silver moon
As a thousand dreams of decadence stir emotional monsoon.
Which memories are to survive submergence?
Which are to resurrect themselves as ghosts of finer pasts?
Woven with intent on destiny,
Will we last the rising of the rivers banks?
Who will we thank when our cities disappear beneath the waves?
The story retold in a change of time.
A story yours just as it’s mine.
And as the purple journey leads my mind
I find myself less hard to find.
poem by David Lacey
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
Waiting For The Spider
how many small deaths?
nickels and dimes in dust filled pockets...
are we drifting off to sleep?
out to sea?
or further from the core?
we die in circles,
circles within circles.
with small short breaths hurled
on the hairy plate of eternity.
a thousand tiny fires,
built by unseen hands
on darkened roads...
a thousand tiny deaths!
or a thousand stop the world kisses,
when names and identities are forgotten,
if but for an eternal moment.
how many times must i be the butterfly?
the snail? the hummingbird flying backwards?
or just stagnant water in a cast aside tire...
waiting for the spider?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Angles Of Fate
ANGLES OF FATE
Melvin Banggollay
Each one has their own fate
as destiny's will may dictate
but often, many of us believed
We make our fate as we lived.
Some may have an obtuse angles
where one can turn his fate in circles
at a degree clear of many obstacles
but sometimes we're still confused
for the more options, many to diffuse
only to got the right options to focus.
Others may have seen acute angles
with too little room to play and gamble
game of life entwined with obstacles
making our visions limited and narrow
hampering us to move for tomorrow
as trials anchored our fate with sorrow.
Yet many behold life in right angles
as they tried to meet every obstacles
with right attitude to play or gamble;
whatever that may touch one's shadow;
Whatever that may kiss one's meadow;
be it rain with laughter or sorrow;
be it shining with lot of pain or miracles,
bellowing with smiles and gifts in circles,
yet, keep holding on with faith and hope
that behind, fate may take the right slope
to open life with smiles of joy and hope
and not tied with a long rope of dope.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Brenda's Lonely Fish
I am a tiny flame of gold
That flickers in a jar
I see the world in circles
Eyes watch me from afar
But I can only swim all day
In circles round and around
Out of the glass I see the world
But cannot hear a sound
Trapped inside a goldfish bowl
I swim round and around
I can never catch my tail
Or swim into the sea
Forever watched by strangers eyes
Alone and never free
The world is waiting somewhere
In a river rushing by
Full of fishes big and small, leaping up to touch the sky
But I can only wonder as I swim around all day
Inside my shiny glassy globe
At all thoses fishes out there at play
My mother is called Brenda
She won me at a fete
She's twenty stone and five foot one
And needs to lose some weight
Because I am a tiddler she said
I'll eat that fish
I'll fry that little tiddler
He'll make a tasty dish
For what's the point of keeping
One fish inside a glass?
Without a mate he's miserable
His life span's cut by half
So I'm being humane
To ease his pain, at last
I know I'm vegetarian
But one fishy dish can pass
I'll fry him quick in olive oil
With some nice brown onion rings
On a bed of rice he'll taste real nice
And he won't feel a thing
For death it comes to all of us
But for him it's not too soon
For their's no future for a lonely fish
Trapped in a bowl in my front room.
Of course I could take him to the pond
But the cat is sure to get him
He's better of inside my gut
Then it's easy to forget him!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Hope May Be... (please comment, project for english)
Hope may be…
Hope may be: us teenagers of this world in high schools and universities; hope is us teenagers fitting in this big and scary world; hope is us teenagers and our decisions to proceed to new passages.
Hope may be: us kids of this world; hope is the kids of this world and what route they decide to take in long run; hope is the kids of this world who will turn this world around.
Hope may be: our parents and what they wanted us to become in life, hope is our parents and what turn we decided to take within the paths they shaped for us.
Hope may be many things, hope is me and you- hope is all of us.
Hope is believing that us “dumb teenagers” will hold this world together another century.
poem by Sam Hussin
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Antwone's story was a story of hope and that's what appealed to me. I needed hope myself at that time. I think all actors give up at some time and think they're never going to make it.
quote by Derek Luke
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Destiny's child
write my name before history
I am destiny's child
the world is waiting for me
I have the fate no one's dare to take
I should not fail, I'm living legend
there's future I must create
good and bad depends on me
doesn't matter my heart actually is
they don't tell me why
they don't care I sweat and cry
I was born to fulfill prophecy
a warning to many plea
I'm here, I'm here now
I don't hope you know me struggle
We'll swept all cracking part
to make your dreams come true
till you finally pleased with my heroic story
an epic of miracle and hope
it will take a long time
before you leave me alone
forgotten in the dust of paper
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Romence
Just give me your ears and let me tell you the story of romance. This story will occur between two people a man and a woman. Well use your imagination and see yourself as this man as I will be this woman. You will be my king and I will be your queen, together sharing this romance surrounded by it magic coat protecting us from the cruelty and bitterness of this world.
The romance that will bring joy laughter every now and then.
The romances that will make my heart sing out loud.
poem by Nomusa Promise Ndimande
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wait how long would you wait
just for me to call
I know you make mistakes
yeah but
I hope some day you have it all
cause I feel like a prisoner
trapped inside this broken world
while I'm playing the victim again
running in circles
to me it's all the same
and though nothing's gonna change, still
I hope someday you have it all
take this aggravation that I've thrown myself into
change this situation just cause I need something new
and still I feel like a prisoner
trapped inside this broken world
while I'm playing the victim again
running in circles
to me it's all the same
and though nothing's gonna change, still
I hope someday you have it all(x2)
if we could all depend
on what we know
if you could understand
I'm losing control
that I'm losing control
that I'm losing control
that I'm losing control
song performed by by Sum 41
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The old willow tree
Under that old willow tree
I kissed you for the first time
But now that old willow tree is
Withering and it is dying in agony
The same thing happened when you
Refused to come outside and talk
To me outside in the pouring rain
And you wrote a letter to me
(It was brought to me by a laughing
Bragging clown of the old school)
And that's how you told me that
Your love for me has gone cold
Now there is no difference between
Me and that old dying willow tree
I am alone in the death agonies why
Don't you come here and see for
Yourself what you'd done done?
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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