Does It Hurt? Or...Do You Get Use To It?
They say,
U b illin'
When U aint chilled!
Today's youth have their on views.
And language too.
With their own emphasis on what to like...
Dislike.
And for whatever the purpose.
'That needs to be kicked to the curb,
If it disturbs.'
And if it's thought to be 'sick'?
That's hip to them.
'Did you hear that?
That's SICK.
I love it! '
And those of us who have arrived to live,
To see 'dinosaur' years...
Are blessed!
Few of these kids pay us any attention.
And those who seek wisdom and approach...
Want to know...
'Don't you get tired of being SO old?
Does it hurt?
Or...
Do you get use to it?
My grandfather drinks.
He use to smoke pot!
But I made him stop!
Today's quality isn't as good as it use to be! '
Do you kids know 'anything' about respect?
At all?
'I like her music! '
Who's music?
'Aretha Franklin.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick
Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!
And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.
~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No shoes (for Karen)
I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of you and I
and it made me think of times gone by
and somehow it made me want to cry.
I saw two kids with knees all scraped
and it made me think of sticking plasters
and how we'd fast become ‘blood brothers'
and how we'd sworn to love each other.
I saw two kids that had no shoes
and it made me think of winter blues
and how your feet had been so sore
and it made miss you more and more.
I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of good ol' days
when troubles were all far away
and I forgot myself that day.
And I sat upon the curb again
and recalled when we were best of friends
Those days of youth so blithe and free
when I was six and you were three.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Sick And Tired
Im sick of pretending its all perfect
Tired of living a lie
Sick of loving you
Tired of the tears I cry
Im sick of giving you my love
Tired of getting nothing in return
Sick of all your other girls
Tired of being unable to learn
Im sick of running back to you
Tired of returning hurt
Sick of been laughed about
Tired of being treated like dirt
Im sick of living this life
Tired of being blue
Sick of thoughts about giving up
Tired of the stupid things I do
Im so sick of it all
So sick Im going do it
So tired of been stuck in the middle
So tired Im going to quit
Sick and Tired
Im sick and tired of the lies you told me.
Sick and tired of what you want me to be.
Sick and tired of the way we live.
Sick and tired Im in such a dread.
Sick and tired I want to go to sleep.
Yea so sick and tired it makes me weak.
Sick and tired dont wanna be me.
Sick and tired of no harmony.
Day aftrer day you just come out and say...
'Tomorrow will be a better day'
Well Im sick and tired of that over used phrase.
So sick and tired of the way you dont change.
Sick and tired I wanna go home.
Oh so sick and tired dont know where I belong.
Sick and tired of not getting along.
So sick and tired, thats it, Im gone.
poem by Ebony Tesfay
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Perfection...Please!
im sick of pretending its all perfect, tired of living a lie; sick of loving you, tired of the tears i cry. im sick of giving you my love
tired of getting nothing in return; sick of all these other girl, tired of being unable to learn. im sick of running back to you tired of returning hurt; sick of your stupid act, tired of being treated like dirt
sick of living this life, tired of being blue,
sick of thoughts about giving up, tired of the stupid things i do to try to get close to you
why do you inflick so much pain, whydo you push me in the pouring rain. whydo you like to hurt me so mych juist let me be,
why is it that your doing this to me? im sick of it all
so sick im gonna do it; so tired of being stuck in this phase,
so sick, im ready to quit.
poem by Octavia Wilson
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Someone In My Bed
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
You're always on my mind
I wouldn't call it love
But when we're in the club
We always move in time
And when it gets too much
I hurry home and rush
Wanna see me through the walls
Wanna slide through the floor
And my bed is calling
Blush, as my conscience starts to tell
When i'm going up the stairs
It can't wait 'till morning
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Now it's about the time
Undressing with a sign
That later you'll be mine
We're caught into a vibe
With dirty thoughts that crosses over the stop sign
It's crazy that I feel
Confused it's so surreal
What's happening to me?
One touch and i'm just there
And i'm coming down the stairs
Bragging cos he made me go
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Late at night your eyes on me (ooh)
I know you like what you can't see (ooh)
Face to face along we breathe (oooh)
I can't see what's on your mind (ooh)
Moving slowly down my thigh (ooh)
And the thought just makes me (oooooh)
It feels divine
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
song performed by by Sugababes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Callin In Sick
Hit my snooze alarm for the 27th time
Just dont feel like goin to work - I think Ill call my boss, then im
Gonna hack and cough and wheeze
Swear Ive got some strange disease
Whats that little twerp gonna say?
Hey
Im callin in sick today
Callin in sick today
I could shine my pennies or clean my lava lamp
I could spend all day in my underwear watching ernest goes to camp
I could sit and count my hair
I could burp my tupperware
Im not busy now anyway
Hey
Im callin in sick today
Callin in sick today
Aint goin to work, no way
Callin in sick today
I can do anything I want to
I am invincible now
Im on fire, baby
Im alive, Im alive, can you hear me, world?
Im alive!
Maybe Ill spend all day staring at the sun
And trying not to squint
Maybe Ill make a huge color tapestry from
My belly button lint
When Im sick of takin abuse
I just make up some lame excuse
Freedoms just seven digits away
Hey
Im callin in sick today
Callin in sick today
Aint goin to work, no way
Callin in sick today
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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It's Music Time
It's Music Time - what shall I do?
It's Music Time today.
I haven't really thought it through
And it's Music Time today.
It doesn't have to last too long
This Music Time today.
We haven't finished our number work
We could miss Music Time today.
But Johnny and Jane will go berserk
If there's no Music Time today.
We could always sing that assembly song
At Music Time today.
I know they'll want to get the instruments out
At Music Time today.
But can I stand all that crashing about?
When it's Music Time today.
Maybe we could take turns to play?
At Music Time today.
And if there's too much noise we'll just put them away
At Music Time today.
poem by Karen Honnor
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Sick and Tired
Sick of you.
Sick of me.
Sick of this eternity.
Sick of asking what is wrong.
Sick of trying to get along.
Tired of smiling.
Tired of love.
Tired of pretending your from above.
Tired of chasing you around.
Tired of never making a sound.
I'm sick and tired,
and all worn out.
Please just hear me scream and shout;
'I'm done with you! '
This is the end
At least that's what I'm going to pretend.
poem by Brittany Graviet
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Sick With The Music
Flick your Bic to the Music.
Don't you know how to get
sick with the music.
Do a high kick to the music.
Twirl a walking stick to the music.
tweak and wreak with the music.
Have mystique with the music.
Make it slick with the music.
I'm all the way sick with the music.
run a pick with the music,
do a trick with the music.
quick as a finger prick with the music.
are you ready to click
with the music? There we go,
what do you know?
Now, we're all the way sick
with the music.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Kids In America 94
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, dont check on your watch
Not another glance
Im not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Kids In America 94 (Cappella Mix)
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, dont check on your watch
Not another glance
Im not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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He is Sick (the monologue of a sick)
I am sick
weak
shouldn't you seek me?
shouldn't you accuse yourselves
when they refuse to see?
I am sick
and I cry
I am sick
and I scream
because I am sick
but even if I extirpate my throat
to show you the way I am cold
and alone
you wouldn't listen to me
Would you listen to me?
Do you hear me?
I am sick
Damn you fools
you can stop believing
if you need
but you cannot stop to believe
you are weak
weaker than me.
And you cannot stop believing
it is intriguing
it is crucial
yet not essential
and it is your fate
to let me die
it is your fate
to hunter your pride
and leave me sick
here, I lay sick
here, you made your God sick
my dear children, my perished humans
you hailed me here
where you left me
sick
and weak.
poem by Katerina Val
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Against The Pain
I'm sick and I’m tired
“And tired” always follows sick
I’m sick and tired
Of all the tears and pain
The never-ending list
Of the hurt and the slain
Is there really anything in this war to gain?
No more tears
No more pain
I’m sick and tired of the suffering I hear everyday
Every time I turn on the news
There’s always something bad they have to say
To hear something good, so much money I would pay
Everyday I cry
For this is everyone’s life
The hurt, big or small
We’re still victims of it all
Those who overcome it
They are the candles
Dimly lighting our life’s darkness
To see a genuine smile on one’s face
Makes better that time in space
poem by Chanel Jackson
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Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s***
of crying and people throwing a fit
Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding
of cutting and people not caring
im so sick and tired of drama
of the gov't and obama
im so sick and tired of tears
of crying and stupid a** peers
im so sick and tired of boys
of them treating girls like useless toys
im so sick and tired of ryhming
screw it,
im so sick and tired of being told what to do
im so sick and tired of being so sick and tired
but the most thing that im so f****ing tired of
is sobing and having the only comfort of empty echoes
poem by Erika Michelle
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Sick and Tried My Poem
Ani hill Wit Christian Guice
Sick And Tired
Im sick of pretending its all perfect
Tired of living a lie actin like i kno and wonder why
Sick of loving you and having tha blues tryin to be equal to but reall me and you iz overdue
Tired of the tears I cry and saying goodbye draining me of your love you makin me crossed eye then i ask meself why do i even try?
Im sick of giving you my love
Tired of getting nothing in return
Sick of all other people in my life
Tired of being unable to learn and getin nothing in return
Im sick of running back to you
Tired of returning hurt it's like being in a desert
Sick of been laughed about
Tired of being treated like dirt i am on the alert
Im sick of living this life
Tired of being blue you could of knew
Sick of thoughts about giving up and hella switchin things up
Tired of the stupid things I do this iz what i am use to
Im so sick of it all
So sick Im going do it
So tired of been stuck in the middle i am about to play my fiddle
So tired Im going to quit i admit it......
Christian B Guice
poem by Christian Guice
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Sick all
Sick for all...
All are sick...
Today...
Morden world...
Sick is not disease
Sick is little of
Back pain...
Little of leg pain...
Little of sneezy...
Little of head ache...
Little of tired....
All are sick...
Sick for all...above
With a badley life style...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I’m Sick
I’m sick of life
I’m sick of its ways
I’m sick and tired
Of playin these games.
I’m sick of jobs
I’m sick of money
I’m sick and tired
N I’m not been funny
Im sick of emotions
Im sick of hope
Im sick and tired
This is the effect of dope.
poem by James Grayson
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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