Get Up! Get Over It
Do not seek me for a caring done,
To compare to your own feelings...
You now experience with a deepened,
Feeling of being left distraught.
I admit I did suffer from your indifference then.
With a secret wish,
You felt what I had felt but you quickly dismissed.
But I am not the one to mend with a healing to end,
Those memories that trouble your consciousness.
I could only wish you what you then wished me...
Your 'good luck' absent of any empathy touched.
With a toss of a thoughtless blurted to me in my agony!
'Get up! Get over it. Life sucks.'
Well...
Get up.
Get over it.
Life sucks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Slipknot
Pentex sucks! Pentex sucks!!
They drain the life force of my tribe
Pentex sucks!
Bonegnawers suck! Bonegnawers suck!!
They roll around in garbage bins
All Bonegnawers suck!!
(Pentex is bleeding but night is falling)
The Black Hand sucks! The Black Hand sucks!!
Those wyrm-tainted bastard leeches
Black Hand sucks!
If I had my way! If I had my way!
I'd rend them all ripped and torn
ALL THAT SUCKS DIES!!
(Sweet smell bleeding glow is melting me)
I bring my klave into battle
Shifting into Crinos - I slay wyrmfoe
Then I step sideways....
You can't see me
song performed by by Slipknot from Mate.Feed.Kill.Repeat
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Where Is The Caring Done
Where is the caring done,
Anymore.
And,
In what valley?
On what mountaintop?
And...
On what shore.
Tell me,
Where are those feelings felt?
Who deals with their emotions,
To conceal from everyone else.
Where is the caring done?
Where.
Why.
And who is it for?
A negativity given to experience,
Appearing as observed,
Never wins in the end
And gets defeated as deserved.
A kept faith with hope that's positive,
May be suppressed to be expressed.
But true faith felt...
Strengthens in in its power,
As one lives.
To be there to comprend when given,
As it is.
Where is the caring done?
It's there and it's done.
It is felt and it comes...
Eventually.
And never to stun,
Those patient in waiting faithfully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Express Their Depictions
An expression of an emotion,
Should come from one's experience.
As a feeling that personal and felt.
And yet...
Some express their depictions,
Of what another may confess...
As an opportunity to leave their own feelings,
Left unaddressed.
While attempting to interpret,
Those feelings felt by someone else.
To prove the limitation,
Of their own communication.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ailments Felt
There are those without proclamations,
To declare...
They are making public appearances...
With ailments felt they do not care to share.
And neither do they seek,
From anyone an empathy.
Since the doing of such will restrict,
A healing wished to be done much quicker.
Without a reminder from those announcing,
Who suffers from what...
As if to advocate this,
To prolong the existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smile Killers
Some folks stay miserable.
They could turn their efforts,
Into a viable industry.
They are in a vortex that sucks,
Any happiness around that thrives.
Nothing is ever right with them.
Try extending good wishes...
And you'll be seeking quickly,
A place to hide.
Or a churning of the stomach is felt inside.
And they seem to be everywhere,
These smile killers.
Preying on one's joy.
And proud they are to be gifted to do it!
And don't befriend them,
Don't you dare.
As soon as they are spotted...
Be aware.
They will greet you with a negative comment.
Immediately felt polluting the atmosphere.
As if they are on a mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Do Know
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
Masquerading one's feelings,
To later expose them behind one's back...
Is sooo,
Uncool!
And those who do it,
Are sooo...
Unattached from integrity.
I could care less how many Bibles,
They quote scriptures from.
These folks are gutter dwellers.
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
I've been accused of being embittered,
For expressing the anger felt...
From those experiences that brought tragedy,
Into my life.
And quickly I admit it.
Yes.
And my rebuttal about that?
If you don't want to know...
Don't ask!
A rule I use...
To free myself from fools.
I've been told I appear too happy,
With a lack of empathy shown to others.
I can express it.
Yes.
Empathy when given...
Is empathy at its best when expressed.
But becoming overwhelmed by depression?
How does that benefit,
My attempts to get away from it?
Why sit with someone wishing to serve pity?
However...
I do recognize my peace of mind.
How I got it.
When I got it.
And who has yet to arrive...
To be grateful they are alive.
And my life is not on hold!
To wait to behold the beauty of it.
That's what I do know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proving To Be Rude
Some people don't think of luck,
Because they believe for them luck sucks.
And they seek to search for a life,
That drips upon them obvious fortunes.
And when those fortunes,
For them are prayed...
Are overdue in delivery and much delayed,
They give up on a committed faith.
Until that faith devotedly prayed,
Slips from their loyalty and fades away.
They become crude with attitude.
And strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!
Some people don't think of luck,
Because they believe for them luck sucks.
And they seek a life of fortune quick.
No matter if the getting of it,
Is corrupt, vicious and a bit mentally sick.
People self centered like this,
Can strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!
People self centered like this...
Corrupt, vicious and a bit mentally sick,
Could care less...
Who is victimize by their wickedness.
And...
They will strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Melancholy Feeling
Rows of epitaphs casting shadows on the graves
I, singing quietly, feel the tranquility in May
I walk along the pathways reminiscing memories
I stumble on an emerald meadow- among it many trees.
Serenity is breathing a soft and balanced tune
And time dies, left behind us, and now it feels like June
The field has brightened quickly, morphing into striking jade
The melancholy feeling is the one I can’t evade
Regretted turning memories into feelings of remorse
Because I feel the sadness of the loss that was so coarse
I finally felt no hunger; no thirst had then remained,
And time was passing quickly, losing memories I tamed.
The deceased deserve to live, but fairness is a scary game
And every day I quiver from the death of my beloved dame
August passed, September too, and still it felt so glum and blue
I left the field, took one more glance, and felt a feeling of romance
Without mind or heart she was, but I stayed wrapped in timeless thought
And in a web of life and love, I was trapped, enveloped, caught
And through this crazy labyrinth I trekked, and swiftly finished.
But I wanted to return, redeem a feeling that diminished.
I understood the consequences of staying far too long,
And so I left the bright green field, still searching for that song
A melody to release through catharsis my emotions
And pledge to portray to her my yearning for devotion
As the millennium adopted living memories in my mind
Of her and I, our tangled lives, experiences that bind
Our soul into one twisted state of one eternal fact
That even though I left her grave, our hearts were still intact.
poem by Sasha Ioffine
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Take Me To New Highs, You Take Me
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And you take me.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And, you take me.
You have seen...
More than I like.
More than I might,
Have exposed.
Before you came.
And you,
Have seen...
More than I like.
More...
Than I might,
Have exposed.
There's no mystique,
How you keep me excited.
There's this heat underneath,
I can't hide if I tried.
I'm trying to be,
Calm on the outside!
But I can't deny,
You take me to new highs.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And you take me.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
I never knew a feeling could be felt like this before.
You take me to new highs,
You take me.
These,
Feelings...
I never knew.
And you take me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't Get a Night of Peaceful Sleep
Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?
To be tossed about,
Like hair dropping out.
From an ill fitted weave.
And flying through the air,
With the greatest of ease.
Without anyone to retrieve it,
In the free flowing breeze.
Isn't it fun to enjoy with everyone...
Picking on people behind their backs.
And when in public they are seen...
You snub them when they speak.
Knowing there is no reason,
For you to be that mean.
And when adverse reactions,
Come to confront you.
Isn't it wonderful to know,
Those who choose to do it...
Were friends you knew who screwed you too.
In ways you reminisce...
You made a choice to do this.
But now a forgiveness wished,
That your feelings could be spared.
But no one is there,
To show a caring that is shared.
Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?
And no one is concerned,
Your lessons have been learned.
Leaving you to toss and turn...
From nights spent trying to get some sleep!
Haunted by those memories,
Of how you hurt innocent people so deep.
And you're left alone to moan.
To do your boo hooing on your own.
With an empathy felt,
That attracts no help...
To come soon to relieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gods Stepchild
Gotta story for you
bout a little friend
Never felt good enough
Had a heart to mend
Never felt pretty
Learned to just pretend
Wished someone had listened
To her cries of pain
Chorus:
Maybe Im the lucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
Im not gods stepchild
Didnt want to burden
Mother had enough stress
So often Id talk to you
Through my four legged friends
Always there to listen
Though I felt so all alone
And in my times of trouble
I know you saw my smile of pain
Repeat chorus
Now that I am older
Gone through so much pain
I learned that I should love me
No more feeling ashamed
Ive seen the great illusions
Ive seen the rough terrain
Ive walked through my own journey
And my love for you remains
Repeat chorus
I know Im the lucky one
I know Im a special one
I know, that God does
Not have a stepchild
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Gypsy Of A Language
Professored Language
Distorted into passion
Deeper than politics of language
Jumping realities adsorbed with physical environment
We are thrown into the systematic fall of life
sucks! Man! Reality sucks! Man!
Comprehension...Or Torment
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone
No one knows the extent of it.
How deep what is felt.
And when those sorrows visit to sit.
Although folks give advice and instructions.
With sections of pamphlets,
To read by professionals.
To emphasize their recommendations,
Underlined in 'red'.
Suggestions researched...
To read and ease our minds,
Before going to bed!
Hopefully not to stay awake...
To pace the floor instead.
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
And listening to someone say to us to pray...
Is not a cure all or remedy,
That takes our suffering to numb quickly away.
But...
Pray we must,
And trust...
That those burdens carried,
Will be lifted up and away from us.
Knowing in our hearts...
God watches and will do His part!
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done....
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
So it seems.
Only God knows how to heal and mend!
Only God knows when to send our sufferings away.
And many times with faith...
God intervenes.
Before the suffering has had a chance,
To arrive on the scene.
Depending on what it is we wish to choose.
Comprehension...
Or torment,
With unquestioned agony!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Hate Poem) Cannibalistic Carnivore
It's all building up.
Bringing another lost soul in.
I wish to avenge.
But all I could do is defend.
Look the other way and pretend it ain't happening.
Being destroy with in.
Just bury my true feelings.
I can't oh I can't be that man I was before.
Everything has been so blurred.
The feeling of double vision.
Mirror images.
Just cut me open make the incision.
Take it all out.
I don't need any of it.
I'm already dead.
With satan I shall break bread.
Tell him the words I've been fed.
Tell him what I'm gonna do
and that'll I'll see him soon.
In the depths of hell my heart dwells.
Chained to a post its screams in a constant agony.
I will have no mercy,
I've tasted blood and i want more.
I feel like a cannibalistic carnivore.
Its eat or be eaten.
No getting around it.
Life sucks and no good will come from it.
Am I me
mentally unstable
Just maybe,
if you feel that way
just stay away.
I hate placate debate everything around me.
A manic state.
Destroy,
destroy all that was there before.
Dropping plates on the floor.
Watch the glass shatter into a thousand pieces.
No more preaching.
Never helping anyone but yourself.
A pretentious evil elf.
Welcome to my cage.
Welcome to my rage.
Welcome to a new stage of a mental kind of thinking.
I will have no mercy.
I have tasted blood and I want more.
Feeling like a cannibalistic carnivore.
I have been gotten to.
By a higher power on my darkest hour.
A soul I have devoured.
It had a taste so sour.
But it felt so good cause with it came so much power.
A ego to the head.
I can say no, and hurt someone so deeply.
Feels good
better then it should.
But in this game everyone's a personal gain.
Let me leave my mark my own little blood stain.
I will have no mercy.
I have tasted blood and i want more.
Feeling like a cannibalistic carnivore.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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How Do I Touch You?
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How can I say I comprehend,
And understand your thoughts.
If you are expecting empathy!
And I wish to share,
Something I've been taught.
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
We are more alike than not, you know?
So much alike,
I want that to show!
But 'how'...
Do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How do I do this?
And avoid conflict!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Times Never Forgotten
Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.
Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.
And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.
Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!
Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.
You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.
And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.
And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.
'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '
~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheer Up
You say you're down you can't lose that frown
Life sucks. What else is new? That's tough.
There's not much you can do- you're not the only one not havin' any fun
I've got a funny feelin' we're all born to lose
And I've got a funny feelin' that this life ain't worth livin' through
I've been depressed and I get so stressed
Life sucks. I don't wonder why. That's tough.
I just keep on tryin'
song performed by by Reel Big Fish from Cheer Up
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Life is a Battle Field; Fight and Fight
Hello! Hello! Oh, yellow bellied fellow -
Runs for everything yet gets nothing, a lily-livered fellow,
Life is ethereal some say yet cruel i see, oh anserine fellow
Life is a kind of sirocco, lo, chickenhearted fellow.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
Childhood is besotted with education - marked by fecklessness,
Youth is wasted in illusion - marked by forlornness,
Mild age is passed in the delusion - harkened by groundlessness,
Old age is lasted in dissimulation - darkened by hopelessness.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
Someone says life a fantasy yet be watchful,
Others say life is beautiful yet be dutiful,
Some others say life is a puzzle yet is playful,
Yet others say life is carrying donkeys load yet be cheerful.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
Life is a battle field; fight and fight till you reach the glory,
Life is a mountain; climb and claim until you reach the top,
Life is a boxing bout; punch and punch till you reach victory,
Life is a marathon race; run and run to reach heaven's sop.
Topsy-turvy life, tipsy-nervy life and Jumpy-jolty life
As my life sucks for bucks - vocalized Booby, Boo! Boo!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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