I Have Heard It Said
Most of my life,
I have heard it said...
'It Is What It Is.'
And yet...
What it Isn't,
Seems to be occupying...
The minds of many people.
This is what is kept in their heads,
A 'What Is' that shouldn't be there.
With a 'What Isn't' getting the attention.
And perhaps that is why a doing,
Doesn't get done...
Like it should.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why That Should Be Important to Them
When there are those who insist upon doing things their way...
And they do things,
Their way.
Why is it they have negative things to say,
About those who choose not to follow them?
They should be pleased.
Why do they then spend their time,
Attempting to prove to others they are right?
Shouldn't their activities be occupying their minds?
Doing those things their way.
Instead of trying to find out who is not?
And why that should be important to them!
Leaving what they say they do to be left undone.
Afterall...
Isn't having things to do their way the way they wanted,
Anyway?
And why are they upset with those who pay them no attention?
Someone is not doing what they say they do!
And 'busy bodied' nosy people always make claims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Shouldn't … but, I do.
I like the way you look at me,
Every time you look at me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the way you talk to me,
When you say the things you shouldn't be...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I liked the feeling of your company,
When you'd carve out some time for me...
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I like the sound of your voice,
Pulling at me, like I have no choice,
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
Thoughts of you are frequent for me,
Though, I try not to think of you.
I shouldn't
But I do
I shouldn't
But I do.
I can't help that I feel this way,
Believe me, it's much to my dismay,
There wasn't
But,
NOW
There is a
YOU...
If you only knew,
How much I try,
How often I fail..
When I try
To try
Not to think of
YOU.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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When We Were Sharing
Anything from my past,
That now surprises you...
Shouldn't.
I gave you my complete,
And focused attention.
Perhaps when we were sharing,
With a spoken caring done...
And developing of our interests,
We both had our minds fixed...
On you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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World of oxigen
People talk, why should we care for that?
People cry, why should we spend our time in regret?
Because people talk every day,
And people will cry any way,
And we are people,
we shouldn't care or regret,
and we shouldn't criticize who we don't know.
We shouldn't talk behind their back,
Why can't we let go?
Why can't we do that?
People multiply,
People cry,
People fall,
People try..
People breathe the same air,
we can't we be one? for that let's care.
In a world of hate, envy, lust and love.
All in the world of oxigen.
In a world of greed where we can't get enough.
In a world of mistakes as we are humanbeings.
In a world of heartbreaks.
In a world of a lot of things to think of.
In a world we are not forgiven,
we hate the life we are living.
So, people let people be
And people let people see
That eventually,
we can share a dream,
As people in a world of oxigen....
You don't have to dislike people you disagree with and it doesn't mean you shouldn't be able to have bipartisan friendships in this place. Life's too short to have it any other way.
People with wax heads shouldn't walk in the sun.
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i'm a little wrong.
i've known it all along.
shouldn't know the things I know,
shouldn't go the places I go.
shouldn't want the things I want
they aren't meant for me
i'm supposed to just live
to eat, to sleep
but there's a being with a voice
that lives inside my head
and says, 'just skip this meal,
you don't need to go to bed.'
. now the voice has control
and i bend to it's will.
if i lose weight i'll be happy
if i'm in pain it's okay
is this a cry for help
or is it just seeking attention
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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Their Main Focus And Purpose
Their main focus and purpose in life,
Is what's between somebody's legs.
Up their rear ends, in their mouths...
Size of chest, arms, thighs,
And caring less what is in their heads.
The outsourcing and downsizing done,
Effectively started with a dumbdowning first.
And for some reason,
The dysfunctions of the people have become prioritized...
As a way of perceiving themselves as normal 'creatures'.
With concerns as to who is straight giving that image,
And not one of them capable of providing proof...
A thought they have in their heads,
Originated as a result of their own initiative.
But quick they are to accept anything heard,
Or thrown in their faces as evidence that qualifies them...
As being no lost relative of Einstein.
Their noses are too smashed in the cracks,
Of other people's business.
So much so that trash has collected in stacks,
In their own homes.
With a cleaning of a stench that reeks as if,
Someone inside of it doesn't know a thing about hygiene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sex is on the minds of most people, especially those who shouldn't be having it.
quote by William Glasser
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R.I.P Shaunte' Renae Burns
You may be gone
But you will always
Be in our hearts
We will cry and miss you
We will not forget you
This doesn't happen
To the people like us
Atleast it shouldn't
We may be EMO
We die our hair black
And where a lot of black
But the way we choose to live
Shouldn't matter
Rest In Peace
Shaunte' Raene Burns
02/17/2009
Shaunte' we will always love you
People suicide is not a joke
I lost my best friend
We grew up together
We have been friends
Since 3 years old
Do not take someone who
Says they are gonna commit suicide lightly
Cause they really might
Poverty (song)
In the tune of the Boomtown Rats hit 'I Don't Like Mondays'.
The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell
Their whole lives hell.
(Gordon) Brown watches from his cosy home
Thinking of his latest plan,
While a man out THERE
Is so very SCARED
Living out his whole life in a dump,
And his dreams are stopped
When he sees the plot
To get rid of his landfill home
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They don't know what to think, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell,
Their whole lives Hell, Hell, Hell,
Whole lives in hell.
As all the life seeps out of that poor man
We go and count our money pile
And now we’ll be going to the corner shop
While that man starts to choke on his own bile
Then the media babbles
Then the signal crackles
(Pretending that they care about them)
And when we have our meals
They have to steal
They can’t stand the poverty
And The life seeps from the unfortunate,
Now it's time to help,
And some people thought they never had a chance,
We didn't give them chance to explain.
And they couldn't understand it,
We always thought they were doing fine,
And when we have our meals
They have to steal,
They can't stand the poverty, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them,
Tell us why
We shouldn’t
Tell us why
We should
Tell us why
We shouldn’t help them
They cannot stand their whole lives in hell.
Tell us why we shouldn’t help them
The answer is….
We should help them.
poem by Andrew Racklyeft
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I'm Fine
My old friend
He never said a word.
'I'm fine he said.
That's all I ever heard.
We played some cards,
Drank some beer
and when I asked him
about his life
All I'd ever hear was
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I should have seen the sign.
Once in a while
a tear was in his eye.
Shouldn't I have known
a man doesn't cry?
A man just lives
the best way he can.
He never complained
right up to the end.
He held my hand tight.
He thanked me for the card games.
He died that night.
My old friend
you never said a word.
I thought you were okay
'cause all I ever heard was
'I'm fine'.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exhale in a eureka.
I got it this time Hmm, hmm,
what to say in this dismay,
as a cascade of words come spinning to me?
Climb up only to fall down the tree.
Why in all the human needs do we desire attention?
Some things I rather not mention.
I think I'm reinventing this, words that shouldn't exist, or come to me with an awe struck fatality.
Hey look their is someone who died.
What are we to surmise?
He was battling the skies
He was conquering the heavens with simple words.
Not those of the absurd.
Some people just don't get it.
Talk to teach, not preach.
Don't demand understanding.
As if your better then others.
It's about relating to the people.
What are they going through in their lives.
You have to be as one of the people.
Marching up in a deep voice.
Say hey pay attention, I'm right their with you.
In moment so cold, I'm here to tell you are not alone.
I suffer.
I endure.
I overcome.
With these words let this be done.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I have no respect for people who deliberately try to be weird to attract attention, but if that's who you honestly are, you shouldn't try to "normalize yourself".
quote by Alicia Witt
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The Rare Flower
There's beauty in such a sacred structure, oh,
That thing that is nurtured and loved.
It's quite an occasion.
It's driving me crazy.
I'm not allowed to touch on lust.
I've gotta get a hold of myself.
I mustn't admit it.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
Well I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Whoooo
Walking in a Paradise or Eden,
Whoa, temptation:
Give me one second to succumb.
It's calling me.
With a menacing whisper of,
Magic offer a-charming me./Magical world enchanting me.
Why I've gotta get a hold of myself,
You see, but it ain't easy.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't,
I don't see why I shouldn't
Pick the rare flower.
Whoooo
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Flat Characterization
Oftentimes, people
Ask other people how they
Are doing in order
To discuss what they're doing.
They won't care about
What you're saying, or your thoughts
Because, in their minds,
You're a reason for response.
Some people need attention.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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If Given The Attention
Many regard the hearing of truth,
As offensive.
And those who tell it...
To be evil.
And in some environments,
Those who can not handle the speaking of it...
Are afflicted with all kinds of ailments.
Their minds will not accept the truth.
And institutions to assist them,
'Heal'...
From an assortment of psychological perceptions,
Grow!
And those seeking to campaign against truth,
Often annoy others...
With every complaint imagine.
From not being understood...
To finding someone or 'something' in their neighborhood,
Not meeting the expectations.
AND...
If given the attention,
It is clear they are amongst those living in denial!
AND...
If given the attention,
Mouths are open...
With ears closed and nothing is heard,
Giving anything heard a time to listen!
Unless,
Of course...
The 'word' is spoken in church,
For them to misinterpret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bloop
I'm walking down the hallway,
of MY school,
and everyone knows my name,
it's like they know a person,
who said hi to me once,
because they did my homework for me,
and all of a suden were friends...
were not,
why does every one have to know my name,
i mean why cant..four people know my name,
that's only four hello's in the morning,
and four goodbyes at night,
but no,
of course not,
i must know everyone and have some intimate bond with them because they desire attetnion,
I do not want attention,
i do not desire attention, and i do not need attention,
why does everyone give me so much...
it's like the people are sucking the life out of me,
they all know my first,
and last name,
HOW do they know that,
sometimes i even forget thet..
well not really,
but I don't know anyone's name
poem by Sandra jacks
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