My Life As a Tweeter on Twitter: 9-20-11 Entries
'If your history is full of tv commercials, then you are in trouble.'
'I had put his book down, it was talking me to death.'
'Meaning is inversely proportional to the number of words used to express meaning.'
'In music, you are not making a statement, you are showing who you be, if not you are just jamming.'
'You can't speak to another person's soul if you are talking.'
'I try to make all the characters in my books better than I am or much worse.'
'Stay calm, stay centered, summon your peace and you'll prevail against anything.'
'If someone calls you a name demand details. 'Cow? ' What kind? Jersey, Holstein. You don't know, what do you know? Quells bigots every time.
'Never stop a speaker while they are in the middle of being wrong. Let them ramble.'
'The problem with reality is that it reads too much like fiction.'
'Note to writers & musicians: people often aren't interested in your art, as much as they are interested in you, so show'em who you be.'
'Never end a chapter without leaving 'em wanting more. Try to do it with sentences too.'
'The adventure is not in knowing; the adventure is in not knowing.'
'The secret to great writing is to put one or more of the five senses in every sentence, otherwise you're doing journalism.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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(Hope Poem) Clinging On To The Last Bit Of Hope
Writing The Next Chapter,
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have To Due.
Know The Very Next Day Is Another Follow Through.
Where Is That Day Of Rest?
Where Is That Day Of Success?
A Life Full Of Emptiness.
Completely Monotonous.
Like A Soldier I Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of Next.
I Harbor No I'll Will Or Regret.
But I'm Still Getting Tired Of The Next.
Writing The Next Chapter,
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Have To Due.
Knowing The End Is Far Beyond My Reach.
Even With All I Got It Means little To Nothing.
Materialistic Is So Unrealistic.
The More You Take The More You Got To Pay.
Maybe Sometime
But For Now I'm Just So Tired Of Next.
Writing The Next Chapter,
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have To Due.
Take Some Anti Depressants To Spread It Out.
Just Got Make It Again And Again.
Like A Constant Buzzing In My Ear That Just Won't Go Away.
It's Giving Me A Headache.
Think Soon I Just Might Break.
Like An Earthquake Everything Is Starting To Tremble And Shake.
I'm So Tired Of The Next,
But Still I'm Writing The Next Chapter.
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging On The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have Due.
I'm Holding On As Long As Can.
But Slowly I Feeling Less And Less Like A Man.
Just Another Weakling.
And Here Comes The Next,
Oh The Next,
THE VERY NEXT.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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~My Book~
It's a one of a kind tale...
An unbelievable, kind of adventure saga...
My life-story, kind of fiction, novel -
A non-fiction, sort of auto-biography!
Wrapped up, in a Flowery Hard-Cover...
A Book of Prose, sort of adventure -
It's the raw and naked truth narrative, in verse...
About a woman, on a mission-kind, of Hidden Journal -
A day-to-day, action, sort of diary -
Defined as: ' Hot to Sizzling'
Located in an Eastern State of Our Nation -
In a city, quaintly named: Quantico -
It's: 'In a high demand' catagory -
It's 'My Life'
'The Reality
Then and Now'
poem by Theodora Onken
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Words, Words, Words
We seem to define words so as to use them,
Conquering the speech of another person;
Just to be a speaker is even better for a person
Than to read or write and practise scholarship.
We meet words carefully chosen by them and combine
To form sentences that will be recognised,
Thus the attached meaning is passed on;
Prosperity is the objective, success is marvellous.
Scholars are thinking men, relaxed by books,
They do not only speak, but look at the messages
From the written word, learning godly works,
Escaping blunders, escaping our mockery.
We are with fine words, words capture us,
Your vocabulary depends on your cleverness and intelligence,
So concoct the perfect sentences,
Invent the same language that we speak.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Book Of My Life
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are number
song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Interested
Your favorite food
What you like to do
Your favorite color
or any other
The thing on your mind
That you like to share
Cause I can stay here
And listen to every word
Because I'm interested
Can I be an instrument
For changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
I'd rather be with you instead
Than anyone else
Cause I'm interested in your middle name
Now don't be ashamed, Naw
It's between me and you
Everything you do
Let your guard down
Because there's a new girl in town
gonna turn it around
I hope that you are down
Because I'm interested
Can I be your instrument
In changing your life
Is that allright?
Because I'm interested
I'd rather be with you instead
of anyone else
I'm wide open
No more secrets
No lie
Don't wanna live like a fool
But I will
For you
So I'll beg
I'll scream
I'll call
I'll write
If that's what it takes for you to be in my life
Because I'm interested
And I'll be an instrument
In changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
And I rather be with you instead
Of anyone else
Oh No
Because I'm interested
And I'll be an instrument
In changing your life
Is that all right?
Because I'm interested
And I rather be with you instead
Of anyone else (fade)
song performed by by India Arie
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My Present I Give To You
*written for my friend kathy*
from the day i met you,
there was something about you,
you made me feel safe,
like it was my mother talking from you,
you gave me the hope,
to make it to where i am today,
i won't forget,
your words you said,
that i will be somebody who will succeed,
through my problems,
and make a difference in the world,
you believed in me,
when people were becoming sick of me,
for the way i was thinking,
as if it was a bad thing,
we are all human being,
aren't we surpose to make mistakes?
there not a day,
i think it should be my last,
niether should you,
i believe in you,
like you did for me,
you made me into a different person,
because you believed in me,
you showed me my life had meaning,
you given me the power to make it,
where i am today,
i just wish you can open your eyes and see,
what kind of a person you are,
great, sweet and caring,
than you can see why i say it's a blissing,
to have gotten to meet you,
and get through my problem as you, my friend,
because this is not the end,
god won't let his gift go,
he will fight to keep you as long as he think you should,
don't fight the power,
you'll make it through this,
with that said,
this is my present to you,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ! !
may your dreams come true.
Copyright © 2009
7-15-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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A Non-starter and his nook
His clock has stopped for some days
and he is not interested of time.
But the time is passing
and he is not worried.
His room is full of incomplete writing papers
but the book is not finished yet
and the publisher's advance has spent.
The spirits evaporated and the empty bottles
rolled here and there.
He writes and erase then spill again
but the spineless characters
won't stay any longer in his book.
and they all run away.
He heard the siren of an ambulance
and the scholar takes for Schizophrenia?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Life Is An Adventure In Writing Words
Life is an adventure in writing words
It is going out alone and finding them
Beyond where the ordinary mind and life is
It is seeking them in difficult and strange places
And discovering the most complex and beautiful of them-
Life is an adventure in writing words
Sometimes simple
Sometimes with the words themselves forgotten
As thoughts pursued through them-
The adventure goes on
My mind goes on
My life goes on
Words go on
On and on and on and on
Until we stop.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fundamental Of Liar Chapter CXVIII: I’m Just Talking To Myself
I’m not talking to you
I’m not talking to anyone
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not grumbling
I’m not cursing
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not insane
I’m not in trance
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not mocking
I’m not threatening
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not sharing secret
I’m not hiding something
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not mad
I’m not in rage
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not jealous
I’m not envious
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not afraid
I’m not in pessimism thought
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not whining
I’m not complaining
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not depressed
I’m not in foul mood
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not blaming
I’m not accusing
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not in denial
I’m not in confusion
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not informing
I’m not warning
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not against you
I’m not rebelling
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not help you
I’m not assist you
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not running some plot
I’m not in a mischief plan
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not in great grudge
I’m not in revenge mind
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not suspicious
I’m not curious
I’m just talking to myself
I’m not saying sorry
I’m not saying thank you
I’m just talking to myself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The studios don't seem to foster good writing. They're not so interested in that, but they're more interested in what worked most recently. They're definitely very serious about making money, and that's not a wrong thing, but you don't have to make money the same way all the time.
quote by Bill Murray
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Talking Out Of Turn
When I took a little loving from you
Oh i, never thought about the hurting inside
But I took a little more than I should
Oh why, cant explain that I ever would
Let you slip through my fingers
Let you escape like yesterday
I would appreciate you knowing
I thought your love had come to stay
Talking out of turn
Shot to pieces
When will I learn
Talking out of turn
Shot to pieces
When will I learn
But I took a little more of your each day
When I didnt see that I was breaking you apart
With angry words of love I didnt mean
Oh why, cant believe that I ever would
Talk myself out of tomorrow
Talked like a fool to yesterday
And as the evening loses colour
Your love began to fade away
Talking out of turn
Shot to pieces
When will I learn
Talking out of turn
Shot to pieces
When will I learn
Talking out of turn
Talking out of turn
If I upset you
I didnt mean to hurt you
I didnt mean to make you cry
I dont need an alibi
To start me talking out of turn
When I took a little loving from you
Oh i, cant believe that I ever would
Let you slip through my fingers
Let you escape like yesterday
I would appreciate you knowing
I thought your love had come to stay
Talking out of turn
Shot to pieces
When will I learn
Talking out of turn
Shot to pieces
When will I learn
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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People who are readers of fiction aren't particularly interested in comic books.
quote by Harvey Pekar
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This Is My Heart Talking Now
(lewis anderson/jason sellers)
I know how much Ive hurt you
Trying to stand my ground
Raising my voice building defenses
While trying to tear yours down
I want you so much, I need you so near
Please dont give up til I make that clear
Cause
This is my heart talking now
No anger, no ego, no pride
This is my soul reaching out
With all that Im feeling inside
The words that Ive spoken
They left your heart broken
They came out wrong somehow
But this is my heart
This is my heart talking now
Maybe youre certain its over
Maybe I cant change your mind
Mabe me saying Im sorry
Will just seem a waste of time
But I couldnt bare if you walked away
Not knowing for sure that
I love you this way
This is my heart talking now
No anger, no ego, no pride
This is my soul reaching out
With all that Im feeling inside
The words that Ive spoken
They left your heart broken
They came out wrong somehow
But this is my heart
This is my heart talking now
This is my heart
This is my heart talking now
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write.
quote by Laurell K. Hamilton
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First Past The Post System Feb 10th,2011
First-past-the-post system ensures that the winners indeed know the score,
Because the collected votes of the others combined are much more,
And then add that proportional representation is banned,
Some constituents don’t vote because they feel the outcome is canned.
Because their votes are meaningless in the mishmash of numbers,
First-past-the-post ensures that the majority are outnumbered,
And no one seems interested in fixing this problem,
They are too busy talking or waving some flag or some emblem.
It is not an election task that is easily explained,
Number one has ten votes more than number two and twelve more than three,
So two and three combined have much more votes than number one,
Number one always wins and majority loose and this is not fun.
Feb 10th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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The fate of attention
I grew interested.
I became interested.
I stayed interested.
I was no more interested.
I was no longer interested.
I grow uninterested.
It is so for every person
And for every thing
We focus our attention on.
29.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bed Time
Here I am struggling to say I love you
A hundred times more in the short time
I have left before I know I have to go to bed
Fighting to stay awake in the mean time
My body is slowing down and
Telling me it’s time to rest
But I cant stop talking to you
My love
Never wanting to go
Never thinking that
I’ve spent enough time with you
The time is here
We say are final good-bye and
I love you’s
With one click of the phone
Your voice no longer rings in my ears
But I dream of your smile,
I look at the phone for a few more seconds
And almost call back and tell you
How much I love you
(Witch would be pointless cause
I don’t know words to express something as strong as that)
And that I never want to stop talking to you
I walk down stairs slowly because I’m so tired
I can barley stay awake
I hang up the phone
Then look at it one more time
Then with what’s left of my energy
I go up stairs to my room
The room we should be sharing together
But we are not,
So I climb into my comfortable bed
Lay my weary head upon the soft pillow
My last thought is
Gosh I wish he was here beside me
When it becomes
Our bed time
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Is It In My Head
I see a man without a problem
I see a man without a problem
I see a country always starved,
I see a country always starved,
I hear the music of a heartbeat,
I hear the music of a heartbeat,
I walk, and people turn and laugh.
I walk, and people turn and laugh.
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is in my head here at the start?
Is in my head here at the start?
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head
Is it in my head, or in my heart?
Is it in my head, or in my heart?
I pick up phones and hear my history.
I pick up phones and hear my history.
I dream of all the calls I miss.
I dream of all the calls I miss.
I try to number those who love me,
I try to number those who love me,
And find exactly what the trouble is.
And find exactly what the trouble is.
Is it in my head etc.
Is it in my head etc.
I feel Im being followed,
I feel Im being followed,
My head is empty
My head is empty
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence.
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence.
Make love to a stranger
Statements to a stranger
Just asking for directions
Just asking for directions
Turn from being help to being questions.
Turn from being help to being questions.
I see a man without a problem.
I see a man without a problem.
song performed by by Who
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Woes And Wonders
Show me a city full of happiness,
Then i will show you the effect of their weakness.
Show me a man who is full of himself,
Then i will show you why he's a fool to himself.
Show me your success today,
And i will show you your mistakes of yesterday.
Show me a community not far from the mountain,
Then i will show you why their security is certain.
Show me a holy man,
Then i will show you why he's called a human.
Show me a man who is not afraid of death,
Then i will show him the theory of birth.
Show me an ocean of misery,
Then i will show you how to swim in victory.
Tell me the meaning of ' STOP ',
Then i will show you the way to the top.
Show me your best friend,
Then i will show you where your dreams will end.
Show me a good and caring heart,
And i will show you why it hasn't been torn apart.
Show me your hall of pain,
Then i will show you all what u've gain.
Show me an exceptional reader,
Then i will show you a great leader.
Show me a way to financial prosperity,
Then i will show you a way to heavenly security.
Show me a great man of all time,
Then i will show you his footprint on the sand of time.
Show me a problem you can't solve,
Then i will show you why you haven't use the solution called love.
Show me a world full of fantasy,
Then i will show you the pain behind a life full of ecstasy.
Show me a kingdom built with wrath,
Then i will show you how much it is worth.
Show me a man with a problem free life,
Then i will show you why he hasn't gotten a wife.
Show me all of earth's pleasure,
Then i will show you why heaven is the place to be beyond all measure
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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