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Bore me

'I might be dead' she said
'or just maybe not fully alive
I hate this in-between state.'
.
'Perhaps you are neither; I said
'perhaps you are just bored unto a numbness that feels like death.
Numb makes you want to react so you
overcompensate with a strained vivaciousness.'

'Yes that is it because' she said 'I became 'perky' and outgoing
which was just the opposite of what I actually felt
but I was very good at it and at times I would forget.
and think that 'perky' was me.
That face would leave me especially at night
and I would begin to doubt again as to my true state,
dead, alive or in between.

'So what do you think is the thing to do? ' I said

'Well dead and perky is not something I now see is sustainable.
So bored is the face of my dilemma
and the cure for boredom is circumstance and clear goals
but I don't seem to have any that I can discern.

I don't seem to have any talent or passion which drives me forward.
I rise up only to fall back into the ditch
feeling phoney.

There is nothing which moves me.
What I am to do?
'Well' I said 'tell me about the boredom, its sounds interesting to me.'

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I'm Alive (That Was The Day My Dead Pet Returned To Save My Life)

I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn't see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off from splattering me
Let me tell you
I was so scared I couldn't move
Like my boots were full of glue
Then I felt a little tug
And I thought of good Old Blue
And he pulled me from that catastrophe
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
I'm alive
I was spitting in the canyon
Near the cliff up on the mountain
When an unexpected sneeze
Hung me in the breeze
At forty five degrees in the sky
Suddenly I felt something
Had me by the belt
And in between my praying
Swore I heard a stallion neighing
Was the ghost of my horse
And I cried, yes I cried
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
Hey, I'm alive
Things were getting gory
Got caught on territory
Belonging to the Crutches
In an alley in their clutches
Looking kind of dismal that night
Well the leader's name was Fats
Swinging broken baseball bats
Things got really frantic
Starting jumping in their panic
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive, I'm alive, real alive
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
To save my life
Hallucinating billions of rats
Lots of rats
I'm alive, I'm alive
He's alive, he's alive, he's alive
I'm alive, yeah
He's alive, he's alive
I'm alive, real alive
Alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm alive

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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I don't know, Y'know, I always wanted to be one of those cheerleader girls and I never was that, and I was never sort of cute and perky, and I always thought it was fun to be cute and perky, and those, I don't know what those girls are doing now.

quote by Katey Sagal
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Numb

I wish to be numb from all the pain.
It feels like my life is headed down the drain.
I have no life. I have no goals.
I have no lover because I'm a slob.
When will this suffering ever end?
I just drink and smoke until my brain is dead.
I'll feel no pain.
The beast will be slain.
I'll be to numb to really care.
If I get eaten by the bear.
I'll shut it out, the fears and doubt.
In the numbness I'll not scream or shout.
I'll feel no reason to go about.
I'll live like a big fat lazy lout.
The numbness keeps me from the truth.
About the way I feel for you.
It doesn't matter cause I'm numb.
Even though I look so dumb.
To be numb is the path I'll follow,
till I'm at the door of death.
It feels so good to get away.
From all the trash that plauges my mind.
Even when I feel just fine.
I need it now I'll not deny.
I'm even numb from 9 to 5.
I cannot stop I do not care.
Perhaps in my next life I'll better fare.

poem by Michael McParland
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I Was Alive

I was dead, then alive.
Wept tears smothered the ground.
I went wild and had to be confined,
Breaking the bread of the floor.

My death said enough to the horizon,
After many times of joyfulness.
He asked the lords of their dignity,
The power was too much,

That worse deeds stayed,
For the powers of love stained.
It is insanity when you are bored
By the dead and deadly, the worst alive.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Being Dead

They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.

But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream

and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'

'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'

She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'

'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know

life is gone from you now, the book is closed.

'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'

'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.

She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.

'What is going on where am I? ' she said.

They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;

'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'

She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '

'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'

If, if what.' she said.

'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,

That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'

Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?

'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'

'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'

'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'

'All this time? ', she said.

How long have I been dead? '

'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'

'Five years! ' she said incredulously.

'Yes five years.' he said.

'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'

'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'

Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '

She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..

'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '

'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'

'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.

'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?

They did not answer.

'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.

Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.

To be continued

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Question

I'm getting
Bored of
Poetry…

Poetry,
Why don't you
Get bored of me?

I don't want to
Write you.

Why don't you
Leave me?

Why has
Boredom
Set in?

Can you not
Make yourself
Interesting
For me?

I've always been
Faithful to you…

Why can you not
Spice yourself
For me?

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Dead Or Alive

There in the shadows, looks like a hand
Without its owner, to give it a command
Its got a purpose but I dont know what it is
Im in trouble
There in the streets, looks like a man
But something wrong that I dont understand
His eyes are open but he dont see a thing
His skin is peeling off, his bones are sticking out
Im getting scared
Oh my God (is it dead? )
Is it living? (is it dead? )
Is it dead or alive?
(is it dead? ), is it dead? (is it dead? )
Is it dead? (is it dead? )
Is it dead or alive?
Hiding in the cupboards, like little mice
Hiding in the frigerator, that isnt nice
Its not an animal, it dont have legs
No one else can see it
It moves so fast, corner of my eye
Look again its gone, its hiding
Wont somebody help me, doesnt anybody care?
It waits so patiently, for me to lose my guard
Im getting scared
Is it dead, is it
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead or alive
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead, is it
I remember there was a time
When dead and buried meant just that
Underneath the cold dark ground
Things stay put!
Oh them bones they make them bodies walk
Them bones, them bones
If they could only talk!
Is it dead (fade)

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Hunting Humans (Lyrics)

Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away

The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...

We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
It's killing time every evening

I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...

We're hunting humans...

poem by Satan's Sibling
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Dead Or Alive

Dont turn off the light
You might draw the queen of spades
Dont shut the door
You dont need to be alone
I wont bring you no food
There might be some poison in your meat
Ive got to know are you dead or alive
Dont shut the door are you dead or alive
Dead or alive
Pick your window youre leaving
Dont look in the mirror
With a dollar up your face
Youve got money to burn
Youre cheap at half the price
Oh dont powder your nose
Dont blow your brains just for the the
Crack
Ive got to know are you dead or alive
Just for the crack are you dead or alive
Dead or alive
Pick your window youre leaving
Youre running so fast
But you know youre standing still
Im afraid of your shadow
And the knife in its hand
Youre dancing with death
To the tune of the dealer
And he dont care
Dont give a toss
Dont want to know if youre dead or alive
Dont want to know if youre dead or alive
Dead or alive
Pick your window youre leaving

song performed by by Deep Purple
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Wanted Dead Or Alive

Written by: j. cannata and m. soldan
Dead or alive
They say that crime dont pay
(wanted) dead or alive
I was born to be a runaway
When youre out on your own
You can be so alone
City livin means breakin the rules
Once youre in you never get out
Theres just no way to stop
Theres nowhere to go theyre draggin you down
cos youre the one they want
Dead or alive
They say that crime dont pay
(wanted) dead or alive
I was born to be a runaway
If the street is your friend
Gotta fight to the end
Soldiers of fortune they never give up
And once youre out you have it made
You rake your way to the top
Nowhere to go theyre draggin you down
cos youre the one they want
Dead or alive
They say that crime dont pay
(wanted) dead or alive
I was born to be a runaway
Wanted dead or alive
Take it or leave it break all the rules
Once youre in you never get out
Theres just no way to stop
Theres nowhere to go theyre draggin you down
cos youre the one they want
Dead or alive
I was born to be a runaway
(wanted) dead or alive
I was born to be a runaway, anyway, (runaway)
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

song performed by by April Wine
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Wanted Dead Or Alive

Its all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems were wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
Id drive all night just to get back home
Chorus:
Im a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes its not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when youre all alone all you do is think
Chorus
I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still Im standing tall
Ive seen a million faces an Ive rocked them all
Im a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
Im a cowboy, I got the night on my side
Im wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Simple As That

I know it isnt easy to refuse
A lot of thoughts are flying thru your head
Tell me this before you have to choose
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that
Would you rather be alive or dead
Its as simple as that, its so simple
It makes you wanna cry
They ask you if you wanna join in
You linger for a minute or so
Well nows a perfect time to begin
Are you gonna say yes or no?
Its as simple as that
Are you gonna say yes or no?
If s as simple as that, its so simple
It makes you wanna cry
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Its harder when you start to get round
I want you to remember what I said
I know you never like to let them down
But would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that, if s so simple
It makes me wanna cry
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Would you?
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Crave For Company

There was a time
when being on my own
was something I revelled in.
It gave me time to think
and set my imagination free.
Now as I’ve grown older
and my imagination has stalled,
I crave for company,
but there is no one there.

My mind gets bored
with the simple things
and the boredom makes me tired.
All I do now is want to sleep.
I feel at times
I’m more dead than alive
and crave even a telephone call,
even if it is someone
trying to sell me something
that I do not really want.

I sit for hours
with a single light bulb
just for company.
The friends I used to know
are gone to I know not where.
Where my cup was once overflowing,
it now seems empty with despair.
I crave for company
and the flow of conversation,
but all I have are the shadows on the wall
to keep me company
and they don’t reply to anything I say.

15 August 2011

poem by David Harris
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I AM VERY BORED! save me please

It's that time of life
When you are totally bored
you just sit around and wait for something to happen
or you make your own fun
then that fun
gets B.O.R.I.N.G
and a bit lame

its like a sickness
the symptoms are
spacing out
watching reruns
breaking things just for the hell of it
or maybe even bashing your head against a wall
maybe
i hope you don't
that sounds really painfull

Well if you get bored
just breakdance
or
get a gun
and
shoot your self
or
even that annoying little yorkie across the street

There are so many cures for boredom
write a poem...um... it doesn't have to be a good poem
go rob a store (that's always fun...to watch)
make a movie
do some illegal things
hey you may get into trouble,
but it will cure the boredom
for a few minutes...hours
if you have paper
do oragami
or go ninja
make paper bombs and scare your neighbor
Ok don't do that, seriosly
what if your neibor is elderly
eh?
well then you can get an ambulance
and maybe
practice your new learned CPR on that old person

So Yeah.
Make Your Own Gosh Darn Fun

But please don't get into too much trouble
that may prevent fun

poem by Kori Haffmun
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Bleeding Edge (Death Poem)

Change is living every second.
For me, it is the spice of life,
Proof that I am not dead – yet,
Living on the bleeding edge today.

Changeless, death by boredom.
For some, it is the sea of tranquillity,
Proof alas, that dead can also be alive
Living, but dying by seconds daily.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Bored

Hear me spit on you, wither i
Remold into gold and bury I from - sun
Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe ill
Be born and simplify - the way I lie - before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored Im bored
Repent by you and trust to figure out
I burn that gift to you - doll and let it shine before
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored, I wish for a real one
Fit and confide, before me or i
I will come clean, it gets worse - its more
Get bored, I get bored, I get bored, a wish for a real one
Get bored, get bored, get bored, I wish for a real one

song performed by by Deftones
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Painful Title

It’s just a useless try to fall in love
It’s just a cry
Just a die

And you ignore
All I want

Time is up
I am down

It needs time
time, like a horse
like a dead horse
dead hours
turn the seconds

No, no, no need to help
No help
No word
No alarm
No fight
Love is leaving
And the world is bored of
My fixed moments
Of my silence
Of my dead horse

Big pains
Big souls
Small cures
Short smiles

Deep eye
Deep mind
A little word
Destroy world

No time
No cure
No mind
No word
Big pain
Bigger pain
Largest pain
No word
No cure
No time

There’s a question
A pain
A painful cancer
A sculpture
Numb like a dead
I’m a beautiful reflection of sadness.

poem by Mohammad Reza Dousti
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Right Dead Back On It

I've got a burning desire It feels like a fire burning deep in my soul
You know it's out of control I feel the temperature rising I think I'm
capsizing Going out of my brain I think I'm going insane
I wanna be the crick in your neck, trip in your step Face in the crowd that
you never forget You're never gonna get rid of me Have to be removed
forcably I made it my mission tonight Scoping your vibe Getting some digits
in the 4 1 5 Don't want someone to make love to me I just friends and
then we'll see
Right Dead Back On It I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it I'm feeling you so strong So tell me how
could this be wrong
Just go to work on me I'll go to work on you
Definitely a fatal attraction Chemical Reaction But how many times have
I been fed this kind of lie You need a certain kind of man You need to
have the upper hand I do not think they understand I am not
through with my demands
I need personality please Intellectual breeze Ease of conversation, not
a sexual tease Somebody devoted to me Stacked with sincerity
But you don't know me But I know what it feels Take a chance on something
baby Show me how you feel
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how
could this be wrong
Just go to work on me I'll go to work on you
I wanna be the crick in your neck, trip in your step I need personality
please Intellectual Breeze Take a chance on something baby
Show me how you feel
You don't know me I'd Like to get to know you
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how could
this be wrong
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how could
this be wrong
You Don't Know Me I Don't Know You
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Get to know me
Right dead back on it I know where you belong And you just keep me holding
on Right dead back on it Feeling you so strong So tell me how could this....

song performed by by Darren Hayes
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A Poem of Once Upon a Time...

***
Once upon a time
From the ashes
I was made to come alive

From the breathing ashes
Was I condemned
Back to dead ashes

Now I know
Why all stories begin
With 'once upon a time! '

***

Once upon a time
You made me
Come alive
But then,
As if the creator has right
Over his creation
You sent me back to death
Now,
Am I alive
Or am I dead?

I'm neither!

25 Aug 2011
14.19hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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When a girl is bored

When a girl is bored no voice is beautiful to her ears

When a girl is bored there is nothing to attract her eyes

When a girl is bored day is night and night is night

When a girl is bored dream and wish is really out of mind

When a girl is bored a star in the sky doesn’t glow

When a girl is bored the city is quiet more than ever

When a girl is bored shadows are searching for light

When a girl is bored the colors are meaningless to her heart

When a girl is bored she cries but expects no tears

When a girl is bored she doesn’t want to hear a word

When a girl is bored the sky isn’t blue anymore

When a girl is bored the world is small for her steps

When a girl is bored no one understands what is in her heart

When a girl is bored though everywhere is dark she never loses her hope

poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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