Caked In Dust
Nit picking is your 'special' gift.
And you snicker when you wish to needle.
Knowing it annoys a bit.
I'm bottled up.
You don't seem to know when it's enough.
I wish I could adhesive tape,
The flow of the rushing stuff...
I would love to hush up.
I'm bottled up.
And feeling like I'm sinking in a tub.
Corrupted by the notion this is love.
But the love I felt is caked in dust...
And pains me in the gut.
I'm bottled up.
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
Bottled up.
Like a pin stuck through a beetle.
Bottled up!
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
And this sickens me to heave...
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
I'm bottled up.
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
Bottled up.
Like a pin stuck through a beetle.
Bottled up!
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
And this sickens me to heave...
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
I'm bottled up.
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
And I know this gives you pleasing relief!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Keep Your Lips and What's Behind Them Zipped
You keep your lips and what's behind them zipped.
No explanation do you give for this.
But then you expect understanding given for it.
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
You do a tantrum dance and go into your fits.
You spit words of venom with a delivered hiss.
And then you wish somebody to bring to you gifts.
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
What makes you think you are deserving of it?
You're not even using those you've been blessed with.
You curse the Earth and spit on it,
When you should give it a kiss!
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
And you're bottled up...
With a half filled cup.
You keep your lips and what's behind them zipped.
No explanation do you give for this.
With your jaws tight together like a big hypocrite.
And you're bottled up.
You're bottled up!
And you're bottled up...
With a half filled cup.
You're bottled up!
You are bottled up.
With guts sucked in and ready to explode,
On a moment's noticed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bottled Up
Mind frenzied?
Feeling under pressure...
Knowing you have had enough.
And those you know,
Have troubles too.
And no one stays in touch.
So they keep it bottled up.
Hoping for a taste of luck.
And pray they do,
Like you do too...
With hopes to not give up.
Yes, they keep this bottled up.
Trying to not slip in a rut.
But there's just so much that one can do,
Before they bust a gut.
I wouldn't keep it bottled up.
Why would you do that and for what?
Just to show how much your mind can take...
To prove that you can fake,
Heartache?
Why keep it bottled up?
To prove to who and what?
That you can be both brave and crazy...
With a mind that's out of touch?
Give those thoughts right up!
Don't let them bust your gut.
Pray for patience,
And see it for what it is!
Too much is just too much!
Why keep it bottled up?
To prove to who and what?
That you can be both brave and crazy...
With a mind that's out of touch?
If that's what 'you' want...
I'm not one to argue about your needs.
What whatever pleases you,
That's 'you'.
Don't push that stuff on me!
I'm not going to hold onto steam...
That wants to blow.
If it wants to go...
I'm glad to let it!
And hopefully,
I'm in a safety zone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Guitar Solo Scream
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!
'Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that...
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '
Oh some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
Some...
People,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
While others love to stir up stuff.
And then there's people...
Who love to fuss.
And then there's people...
Who love to anger.
And...
Love they do to fist-i-cuff.
And love they do to rush cuss.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!
Ohhhh...
Some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
While others love to stir up stuff.
But not you,
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve.
Wah-wah-wah.
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve.
Wah-wah-wah.
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve!
'Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that...
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '
Whining up like a guitar solo scream.
Wah-wah-wah.
Just whining up like a soloist on the scene.
Wah-wah-wah.
Whining up like a guitar solo scream.
Wah-wah-wah.
And doing it just to be heard and to be seen.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '
Oh some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
But not you,
'You' just want to be heard.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Up To Give Away
You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!
You're just another one seen,
Not to be around them to strut.
With a chosen disposition,
As if to say, 'So what! , if I sit around on my butt.'
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!
Who cares,
If they're living in a danger?
Who cares,
About a pain feeling stranger?
Who cares,
If they're living in a danger?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!
You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!
And who cares,
If you're living in a danger.
Who cares,
About a pain feeling stranger.
Who cares,
If you're living in a danger?
With a bottled up...
Giving up!
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
Who cares,
If initiative is not there?
With a bottled up...
Giving up to give away!
Bottled up,
With tensions that are on display!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If One Admits It
Being bottled up...
Can be resisted,
If...
One admits it.
With a wsh to rid it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled!
Get rid of it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled!
Get rid of it quick.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled,
Let it fizz and rid it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled,
Let it fizz and rid it quick.
Being bottled up...
Can be resisted,
If...
One admits it.
With a wsh to rid it quick.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Bottled up and panicked,
Can be popped and fizzled quick.
If one admits it.
To rid it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere There Is A Medic
Isn't it easier to criticize,
Anyone doing something with their life...
They seem to like to do with a doing done.
Than it is to stop from feeling aggravated...
That no one gives us the time of day to listen,
To everything negative we say and can find...
That describes why we are such miserable people.
All the time.
With a tuning into grief as if to be treated by it,
On a daily basis to feed on diets of aches and pains.
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
Oh yeah we keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Push Push and Pop It
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
You can refuse to feel remorse or guilt.
And let forgiveness handle it!
No need to flip your lid or top.
Learn to love yourself a lot.
If this is not done...
How can you expect others to start.
You don't have to play a part...
Of that panic brewing in your heart!
Denying it is there.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Inspired and Dedicated:
To all my Hip-Hop lovers and friends,
Of the mooovement!
Peace Up!
L
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People You Knew
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Those people you knew you made fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Got Up to New Stuff
Today is 'my' day!
And,
I'm going to have it my way,
Today.
Getting rid of those 'come what mays'
Laying around to delay.
But not today.
This day is mine.
To do and find ways to please,
Me.
No matter who believes,
I should not live this selfishly!
Today is 'my' day!
I got up to find my mind had had enough.
I awakened to find a filled cup.
And what had spilled over,
I didn't miss a beat...
When I bottled the rest of my gratefulness up.
Today,
I got up to new stuff.
Today,
My mind had had enough,
Of the old ways of doing things.
And recognized my cup spilleth over.
With a rushing done to bottled the rest of it up.
To ensure tomorrow,
There was some left to sip as I chose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent Teardrops Fall
A Silent teardropp falls.
Deap in the ocean
For noone else to see
Where noone else can find it.
I never can cry.
Every thing bottled up inside.
Making me weaker by the day.
Niggiling away at me is guilt and rage
I wish the tears could fall
Then nothing would be bottled up.
Angry inside.
So bitter and angry.
Most of all
Im lonely
A miss fit
With no where to belong.
Nothing is ever the same
Not now every thing
was turned upside down.
All I want is for
My fears to be gone
And my tears to fall
And be real
Not feal like an empty body.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Throughout the Years
Throughout the years I've bottled up this pain
Held onto it even though it almost killed me
I don't know why I bottled it all inside
I guess I thought nobody would understand
I was right nobody does understand
It's a different kind of pain
Pain of agony and desperation
Pain has followed me everywhere throughout the years
I swear I was born with it
Being in pain is nothing new with me
I was just made this way
Made to be broken and in pain
But throughout the years it feels like it has gotten worse than before
I feel so trapped and alone
Wish someone would and could save me
I need to be set free
May 23,2009
poem by Espn Chick
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First Love
(bonnie tyler/ paul hopkins)
Producer for bonnie: nicky graham
Recorded in 1983 as a b-side for the single straight from the heart. lyrics taken from careful listening.
I wonder if you think Im me
As I love you each day, yeah
I wonder if you listen to
The words I sing and what I say
They say that your first love never dies
You can put out the flames, but not the fire
Bottled up inside, you cant come out
First love, you were my, first love
First love
First love
Friend say you ask of me
And talk of how we used to be, yeah
At times I wondered if Id dare
Ring and tell you how I care
They say that your first love never dies
You can put out the flame, but not the fire
round and round I keep on going
Like a spiral never slowing
First love, you were my, first love
First love
First love
They say that your first love never dies
You can put out the flames, but not the fire
Bottled up inside, you cant come out
Theres nowhere to hide
I cant even show it
First love, you were my, first love
First love, you were my, first love
You were my first, yeah
You were my, first love
First love, you were my first love
First love, first love, first love
You were my first love
First love, you were my, first love
If only you could see me
If only you could love me
First love
If only you could hear me, yeah...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Father's Son
And no one or nothing can take this away
And Ive bottled up all of this pain
And Ive bundled up all of these things inside
And wonders what if that was my little girl walkin down that road alone
He thinks about that little girl and the one he has at home
Its been a month since her saw her face underneath the blood stained gown
He chokes that bottle down
In the haze of a smoky room
Never again
But I wont let it happen again
And no one or nothing can take this away
And Ive bottled up all of this pain
And Ive bundled up all of these fears inside
And I swear I didnt know
That things like this could happen to a 17-year old
I swear I didnt want to
I just do it cause I can
That I dont this for pleasure
She said theyd never understand
he said they never listened
Im gonna get my moneys worth
Tonight my pretty one
But I want this one to hurt
He said dont try to scream now
And he laid his money down
A man walked in beside her
She laid her body down
In the glare of a neon light (sign)
But I wont let it happen again
Never again
Maybe Im just crazy or the devil got inside
But either way my soul is gone, Ive learned this all night
The one hand throws the whiskey, and the other throws the gun
As he cries out to the heavens
I am not my fathers son
Ive bundled up all of these fears inside
And Ive bottled up all of this pain
And no one or nothing can take this away
I wont let it happen again
Never again
Never again
No
Never again
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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The writing on the wall
Here I am all alone.
Keeping in all I have to say.
All bottled up inside.
Can't someone see me crying here?
I cry here everyday.I want to tell out why;
why I sit here and I cry.
But if someone gets to know why.
The real reason why.
I 'm crying from the pain,
If you're wondering why I'm feeling this,
you'll just have to continue to wonder.
To me it seems so clear;
I feel it's written on my face.
But the words I cant speak.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Starry Eyed Baby
She's my starry eyed baby girl,
She hypnotizes,
mesmerizes,
dramatizes
all her pray,
The tree we used to lay beneath,
kiss teeth stained red
From a sour bottled baby girl
with eyes the size of baby worlds.
As I lay beneath our kissing tree,
I wonder when it all fell apart,
How my baby girl when from starry eyed
Princess to glarring eyed devil girl.
Does she ever wonder what might have been
If we had laid there forever under our
kissing tree, if she hadn't ran
from my love, for fear of heart
break
Can she see now I still love my sour
bottled baby girl
Or have those baby world eyes disappeared
forever with no return......
poem by ZoeLeigh Vaughan
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Tough Love
You're stuck in thickened muck,
And you want to give up.
The muck you're stuck in...
Isn't budging.
And on your mind bad luck,
You're accustomed to cuss.
But,
That stuff you're cussing...
Only you began.
You made a choice,
To bottled up your stuff.
You made decisions without thinking.
And...
You've had enough.
But you chose to have it rough.
There is no exit when you're given,
Tough love.
When you get out,
You'll remember it...
As tough love!
Tough love.
Tough love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your strength
The desire killed,
The anger bottled,
And the love lost,
They’re weaker than you.
15.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He has a profound respect for old age. Especially when it's bottled.
quote by Gene Fowler
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Wine is bottled poetry.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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