Buried While Breathing
Talking like you, walking like you
as I am required to do means life
without joie de vivre, when I voice
my excitement I must tone it down
Talking in an even, expressionless
voice makes you happy while this
oppresses my spirit - suppresses
the joy I feel bubbling inside
Which only explode in a happy
low but it is forbidden at home, I
must tippy-tippy-toe, tippy-tippy
toe around everything until life
Is so boring - I hope somebody
would kill me or I might fall in an
eternal swoon - whatever would
take me away from all this -
So secure, so calm and with-
out fun - hanging on just to get
more of this is an absurd joke:
buried while still breathing
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Tippy Toe
You're like a great interlude.
Every time I think about your body my body says "Oooh".
Every time I think about you heaven needs a prayer,
'Cuz you're married and ya even got a family too.
Pray that they don't hear you,
Now let me see ya dance on your tippy toe, ooh!
What a perfect life,
They think you've got right.
Problems kept inside,
Look neat and organized.
What ya need in life,
Is some wonder,
A new friend with visions like you!
Nobody has to know ... Synchronize it ...
Stay very close to the floor
Nobody has to know ... Synchronize it ...
Careful when you close the door
Nobody has to know ... Synchronize it ...
When we tippy toe, tippy toe ... Just imagine ...
My body under your body
Here we go
Everybody, 3, 2, 1
Every time I think about you heaven knows I fall into a groove,
You're like a great interlude.
Every time I think about your body my body says "Oooh".
Every time I think about you heaven needs a prayer,
'Cuz you're married and ya even got a family too.
Pray that they don't hear you,
Now let me see ya dance on your tippy toe, ooh!
When the thrill subsides
Will you still be mine?
Worries filtrates my head
Till I kill it, I fill it, instead with...
...Improper visions of you
Nobody has to know ... Synchronize it ...
Stay very close to the floor
Nobody has to know ... Synchronize it ...
Careful when you close the door
Nobody has to know ... Synchronize it ...
When we tippy toe, tippy toe
Nobody has to know
Nobody screaming more
On your mark, set, 3, 2, 1
Every time I think about you heaven knows I fall into a groove,
You're like a great interlude.
Every time I think about your body my body says "Oooh".
Every time I think about you heaven needs a prayer,
'Cuz you're married and ya even got a family too.
Pray that they don't hear you,
Now let me see ya dance on your tippy toe, ooh!
Every time I think about you heaven knows I fall into a groove,
You're like a great interlude.
Every time I think about your body my body says "Oooh".
Every time I think about you heaven needs a prayer,
'Cuz you're married and ya even got a family too.
Pray that they don't hear you,
Now let me see ya dance on your tippy toe, ooh!
song performed by by Utada Hikaru
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Each Defeat
Please! Keep
reading me
Blake
because you're going to make
me the greatest
poet of
all time
Keep smoothing
the stones in the
driveway
let me fry an egg
on your ass
& I'll pick up
the mail.
I feel your
absence in
the morning
& imagine your
instant mouth
let me move
in with you—
Travelling
wrapping your limbs
on my back
I grow man woman
Child
I see wild wild wild
Keep letting the
day be massive
Unlicensed
Oh please have
my child
I'm a little
controlling
Prose has some
Magic. Morgan
had a
whore in
her lap. You
Big fisherman
I love my
Friends.
I want to lean
my everything
with you
make home for your hubris
I want to read the words you circld over and over again
A slow skunk walking across the road
Yellow, just kind
of pausing
picked up the warm
laundry. I just saw a coyote
tippy tippy tippy
I didn't tell you about the creature with hair
long hair, it was hit by cars on the highway
Again and again. It had long grey hair
It must've been a dog; it could've been
Ours. Everyone loses their friends.
I couldn't tell anyone about this sight.
Each defeat
Is sweet.
poem by Eileen Myles
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The Drummer Boy
A drummer boy dressed in white tapped his drum as he passed by my bed,
he never looked at me, and not a word was said.
Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, was his marching beat.
There was blood from a wound, but he kept to his feet.
As he marched back and forth it looked as though he was going to fall,
but he continued to beat his drum, as he walked through the wall.
On his departure the sound of a bugle was heard above the drum,
whistling rifle shots and cannon fire added to the battle’s hum.
A boy dressed in red and white, blowing a bugle marched passed my bed,
he had suffered a wound, and blood was flowing from his head.
Blowing with all his might I could see the determination on his face,
he seemed to be running out of breath, as he slowly lost the pace.
The drummer boy came up beside him and marched by his side,
the bugle boy stood up straight, and blew the charge as he cried.
Another drummer boy passed my bed followed by two more,
the bugle boy stood and looked ahead, and then fell to the floor.
Several soldiers charged pass, with bayonets fixed for attack,
passing the drummer boy one yelled, “Keep playing and don’t look back.”
With the sound of bullets in the air and shells exploding all around
soldiers charged and fell by my bed to the now distant drumming sound.
It suddenly all went quiet as everyone disappeared through the wall,
except for the drummer boy who played as he stood tall.
Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum; a much softer beat,
he then looked at me with tears in his eyes, as he faded at my feet.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Hide Away Folk Family
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Tippy-toe to the front door, mother,
cause theres a guy with a long, long fuse
And the one thing you cant hide is all the fear you feel inside
As the fuse is spelling out these words
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Tippy-toe to the flat-bed, father,
Because theyre pouring out our gasoline
And sadly the cross-eyed bears been put to sleep behind the stairs
And his shoes are laced with irony
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Hello. this is leslie down with the daily home astrology report.
Taurus: contemplate domestic turmoil.
Aquarius: abandon hope for future plans.
Hide away folk family
Or else someones gonna get ya (someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away (hide away)
Hide away (folk family) folk family (or else someones gonna get ya)
Someones gonna get ya
Hide away
Hide away
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Talking Snake
Look what you have done,
Ruined every single one.
See what fools they are,
Jealous of a simple star.
Feel the 4 winds blow,
Let the sword hang low (baby)
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
To tell the sucking truth,
Everybody's dreams get used.
Twist me till i drip,
Liquid of emotions ripped.
Every hungry soul,
Hides a hungry fool (baby)
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Feel the 4 winds blow,
Let the sword hang low (baby)
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Life's to take,
Says the talking snake,
Everybody should be happy
Should be happy
Should be happy
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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The White Wido
The moon comes every night to peep
Through the window where I lie,
And I pretend to be asleep;
But I watch the moon as it goes by,
And it never makes a sound.
It stands and stares, and then it goes
To the house that's next to me,
Stealing on its tippy-toes,
To peep at folk asleep maybe;
And it never makes a sound.
poem by James Stephens
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Dropping Names
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn't get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi Norisit Brian
If I said that I was weak you know I'd be lyin'
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
*If you explain to a musician
he'll tell that he knows it but he just can't do it*
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Tippy And Tawny
tippy and tawny
two cat friends
brother and sister cat
friendship is where it's at
priveleged to be
their pal
cat guy, cat gal
romped thru the house
bent tails in the air
when we got home
zoom - zoom - zoom!
slept together
one atop another
almost smother
loved my lap
and i loved them
buried each in an old flannel shirt
two feet down
carcases into dirt
but they live on
God told me so
in a dream
about heaven's park
for past pets
them above
me below
i saw them
and they ran quickly to me
delighted, purred
at my knee
together someday
we will always be
they talk to each other
and they will talk to me
they watch me from heaven
next to God's knee
he assured me
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Endorphinmachine
Ow!
Come on!
Yeah!
C-c-c-c-c-come on!
Would u please look at this mother next 2 me
Frontin more booty than peru got keys
Damn, if I dont get that
Wait right there and Ill be right back
Got a new trick in the back of my car
Its kinda like a movie but ure the star
Lights, camera, make a scene
The endorphinmachine
Go baby
The endorphinmachine
Yeah, go baby (go baby)
Tippy, tippy, tin my friend or shall we begin?
Step right up and Ill strap u in
Dont be shy, this wont hurt a bit
Unless of course u dont believe in it
As sure as the dippy dippy wave of my do
Ull believe in somethin before this night is through
Press one 4 the money, press 2 4 the dream
And get ready 4 somethin that uve never seen
The endorphinmachine
Go baby
The endorphinmachine
Go baby (go baby)
Tommy barbarella, turn it on
Uh huh, uh huh
Hold up, wait a minute
Aint no good unless somebody else is in it
U there with the cynical disposition
Perhaps ud like 2 join us in a mission
Of fishin 4 logic in a think tank
Unless, of course, ure feelin like a punk and take the bank
But every now and then there comes a time u must defend
Your right 2 die and live again, live again, live again
Get up, get up, get in
The endorphinmachine
Its alright, baby (go baby)
Dont be shy (the endorphinmachine)
Yeah, I aint gonna hurt u
Go baby
Come on, come on (endorphinmachine)
Well, I told ya (go baby)
The endorphinmachine
Go baby, go baby, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Dont make me!
Prince esta muerto {prince is dead}
Prince esta muerto {prince is dead}
Que viva para siempre el poder de la nueva generacion
{long live the new power generation}
song performed by by Prince
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Bottled Up Feelings
Everytime I think of you
I feel
Nostalgic - because I miss talking to you
Sad - because not talking for you longer than a day (makes me feel sad)
Happy - because you make me happy
Empty - because without you I feel sad and empty
Everytime I say hi
You say bye
Without saying hi back
And that makes me feel sad all over
All these different emotions inside of me that you bring me
From sadness and tears
To happiness and laughing
I've been trying to think of other things
But when I open up my internet browser
You immediately come to mind
I know you need a break
From everything in your life
But I miss you
One half of me says leave her alone
And the other half says at least say hi
Writing this was hard
Because thinking of you makes me cry
Sometimes I think I am a little too sensitive
I've been trying to keep a smile on my face and stay happy
Like you and I promised
No matter what, I will always be there for you
You will remain as my awesome(st) buddy
no matter what happens with you or me
If this poem makes you cry
You can see why
I really love you as a friend and I would hate to lose you....
My Red House
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
I once played in that red house
Shy was I, like a little mouse
Tippy toed I went looking around
Giggling, without making any sound
Happy was I to run around and play
My very own home to live and stay
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
Darkness came swiftly one night
A sense of something was not quite right
The shadows came across the wall
Covering my eyes, ready for my fall
The sounds of whips and chains dragged
against the floor
The sheer terror numbed me from looking
passed that door
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
The darkness slowly turned to grey
The black clouds lifting away
No longer trapped, I did not need to stay
Free was I to let go and make my own way
So ever slowly, opening that door
I could see the light and so much more
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
Changing and always moving
Never stopping and always wanting
Step by step, I shed all those tears
One at a time, I climbed up those stairs
Moving closer to where I want to be
No longer a child but an adult me
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
I came home today
The Red House, same as it was yesterday
Slowly, walking up that hill
Everything seems to be in a stand still
I could only stay for a while
Before the darkness comes within a mile
My Red House
Be quiet as a mouse
The breath of life you gave to me
But took away the child within me
No longer a pawn to your destruction
I have found my peace and resolution
Turning away towards the path of light
I see a very beautiful sight
My Red House
There is no longer a mouse
poem by Miu Miu Ayushi
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I Hope He Makes You Happy
I hope he makes you happy
As I look in your direction
As the tears stream from my eyes
Trying to forget
All the memories deep inside
I hope he makes you happy
As the wind blows you away from me
As the sun goes off my face
Wondering if you remember
All the times you held me tight
I hope he makes you happy
As rain clouds cover the sun
As teardrops make the rain
Trying to prevent
All the love I feel within
I hope he makes you happy
As the ocean washes me away
As sand castles get destroyed
Wondering if you will forget
All the times you touched my skin
I hope he makes you happy
As petals begin to fall
As my heart begins to break
I hope he makes you happy
Like you did me
poem by Jeremy Rodriguez
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I Hope You're Happy
I hope you’re happy
When you see her smile
Illuminating up your world
Left breathless all the while
I hope you’re happy
When she looks at you
Piercing the depths of your eyes
Whenever she speaks the truth
I hope you’re happy
When all you hear is her voice
A musical trill in the air
Singled out from the noise
I hope you’re happy
When she keeps you company
Seeking comfort in her presence
And everything she could be
I hope you’ll be happy
When smiling gets too hard
And seeing you hurts too much
When I’ve been broken apart
But I’ll try to be happy
If it means you will be too
And if she is what it takes
Then that’s what I’ll do
poem by Pondering Portrait
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King Borria Bungalee Boo
KING BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO
Was a man-eating African swell;
His sigh was a hullaballoo,
His whisper a horrible yell -
A horrible, horrible yell!
Four subjects, and all of them male,
To BORRIA doubled the knee,
They were once on a far larger scale,
But he'd eaten the balance, you see
('Scale' and 'balance' is punning, you see).
There was haughty PISH-TUSH-POOH-BAH,
There was lumbering DOODLE-DUM-DEY,
Despairing ALACK-A-DEY-AH,
And good little TOOTLE-TUM-TEH -
Exemplary TOOTLE-TUM-TEH.
One day there was grief in the crew,
For they hadn't a morsel of meat,
And BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO
Was dying for something to eat -
'Come, provide me with something to eat!
'ALACK-A-DEY, famished I feel;
Oh, good little TOOTLE-TUM-TEH,
Where on earth shall I look for a meal?
For I haven't no dinner to-day! -
Not a morsel of dinner to-day!
'Dear TOOTLE-TUM, what shall we do?
Come, get us a meal, or, in truth,
If you don't, we shall have to eat you,
Oh, adorable friend of our youth!
Thou beloved little friend of our youth!'
And he answered, 'Oh, BUNGALEE BOO,
For a moment I hope you will wait, -
TIPPY-WIPPITY TOL-THE-ROL-LOO
Is the Queen of a neighbouring state -
A remarkably neighbouring state.
'TIPPY-WIPPITY TOL-THE-ROL-LOO,
She would pickle deliciously cold -
And her four pretty Amazons, too,
Are enticing, and not very old -
Twenty-seven is not very old.
'There is neat little TITTY-FOL-LEH,
There is rollicking TRAL-THE-RAL-LAH,
There is jocular WAGGETY-WEH,
There is musical DOH-REH-MI-FAH -
There's the nightingale DOH-REH-MI-FAH!'
So the forces of BUNGALEE BOO
Marched forth in a terrible row,
And the ladies who fought for QUEEN LOO
Prepared to encounter the foe -
This dreadful, insatiate foe!
But they sharpened no weapons at all,
And they poisoned no arrows - not they!
They made ready to conquer or fall
In a totally different way -
An entirely different way.
With a crimson and pearly-white dye
They endeavoured to make themselves fair,
With black they encircled each eye,
And with yellow they painted their hair
(It was wool, but they thought it was hair).
And the forces they met in the field:-
And the men of KING BORRIA said,
'Amazonians, immediately yield!'
And their arrows they drew to the head -
Yes, drew them right up to the head.
But jocular WAGGETY-WEH
Ogled DOODLE-DUM-DEY (which was wrong),
And neat little TITTY-FOL-LEH
Said, 'TOOTLE-TUM, you go along!
You naughty old dear, go along!'
And rollicking TRAL-THE-RAL-LAH
Tapped ALACK-A-DEY-AH with her fan;
And musical DOH-REH-MI-FAH
Said, 'PISH, go away, you bad man!
Go away, you delightful young man!'
And the Amazons simpered and sighed,
And they ogled, and giggled, and flushed,
And they opened their pretty eyes wide,
And they chuckled, and flirted, and blushed
(At least, if they could, they'd have blushed).
But haughty PISH-TUSH-POOH-BAH
Said, 'ALACK-A-DEY, what does this mean?'
And despairing ALACK-A-DEY-AH
Said, 'They think us uncommonly green!
Ha! ha! most uncommonly green!'
Even blundering DOODLE-DUM-DEY
Was insensible quite to their leers,
And said good little TOOTLE-TUM-TEH,
'It's your blood we desire, pretty dears -
We have come for our dinners, my dears!'
And the Queen of the Amazons fell
To BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO, -
In a mouthful he gulped, with a yell,
TIPPY-WIPPITY TOL-THE-ROL-LOO -
The pretty QUEEN TOL-THE-ROL-LOO.
And neat little TITTY-FOL-LEH
Was eaten by PISH-POOH-BAH,
And light-hearted WAGGETY-WEH
By dismal ALACK-A-DEY-AH -
Despairing ALACK-A-DEY-AH.
And rollicking TRAL-THE-RAL-LAH
Was eaten by DOODLE-DUM-DEY,
And musical DOH-REH-MI-FAH
By good little TOOTLE-DUM-TEH -
Exemplary TOOTLE-TUM-TEH!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Punky's Dilemma
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies
Relaxin' a while, livin' in style
Talkin' to a raisin who 'casionally plays L.A.
Casually glancing at his toupee
Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster
I'd ease myself down
Comin' up brown
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan
Ah, South California
If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
"To Maryjane-
Best wishes, Martin"
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door)
Everybody knows what he's
Tippy-toeing down there for
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Happy now.
I hope this makes you happy now,
That the strength i had has gone,
I hope this makes you happy now,
That all my fears are back to haunt,
When yours have finally gone.
I hope this makes you happy now,
My brightest colours have gone,
For greys to return.
He was all i wanted to find,
In a boy i wanted to now,
But my chances have gone,
He's just a distant memory,
Before everything turned wrong.
I hope this makes you happy now,
I'm pretending to be fine,
I hope this makes you happy now,
I'm just like the rest of you.
He's the only boy that would listen,
But you took that away from me,
So i hope this makes you happy now,
I'm faking my whole life,
And living one big LIE.
written on 12th august 2010
poem by Jess Jayne
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Whatever Makes You Happy
You ain't gotta make it hard if it's easy
Applying pressure on the wound when it's bleeding
Hangin' with the guys cos it's just cool being me
Too much talking from the girls drive me crazy
You're telling me your definition of a pop star
You give a smile as you cover up your heart
So tell me what to say and I'll deliver it
I won't stop, can't stop, cos I'm living it
Chorus:
Whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
Now let me break it down
Tell you what it means to me
I don't wanna spend my time in the VIP
I gotta meet someone who doesn't need publicity
Cos your style is....
And you can justify everything
But it don't really matter when reality kicks in
So tell me what to say and I'll deliver it
I won't stop, can't stop, cos I'm living it
Chorus:
Whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
I'm finding out I don't wanna be in this place
Cos it's about the music, not the fame
Chorus:
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me (cos it's doing it for me)
Is it making you crazy that I'm happy?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
Is it making you crazy (crazy) that I'm happy (happy)?
Lately, you ain't doing it for me
(You ain't doing it for me)
So whatever makes you happy
Is it crazy to be happy?
Cos it's doing it for me
song performed by by Sugababes
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Angel Dust
Ooh la la la la la
Ooh la la la la la
She's like a drug, she makes me crazy
makes me go quite haywire
I'm not an acrobat but here I am
I'm on the haywire
My intuition tells me
this has gone quite far enough
If my vertigo kicks in then down I go onto
the hard stuff
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
dooba dooba dooba dooba dooba dooba ...
She's like a holiday
she has a way to cheering me up
I need my daily dose
my hit my high my loving cup
Sense the urgency
it's shaking this dependency
I'm going down while shooting up
I can't explain this misdemeanour
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
dooba dooba dooba dooba dooba dooba ...
She's like a duel at dawn
she has a way of taking me on
I'm not averse to this
I like the way she shakes her fist
The kicks the blows this Alamo
Keeps me on tippy toes and if my hetero
kicks and then down I go
Onto the hard stuff
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la la la - she's my little bit of angel dust
Ooh la la la la la - that's what she does to me
Ooh la la la
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Excited
I don't know if I'm allowed to write this
But the damage is done, now even if I simply reminisce
This comes to mind, the poem is engraved on my mind, well for now
Engraved and etched in raw emotion
So this I honestly do avow
Talking with you, being with you, no your very presence begins a motion
A turning within my mind, it makes everything exciting
Makes me want to sing
No really
Literally
Even when I talk about random things you make me excited
I just enjoy talking, I just enjoy life, I'm glad you're around
I miss you when you're gone, man even your voice I miss the sound
Even your silence... even excitement or love unrequited
I don't know if this is love, it's excitement... for sure
Man just seeing you makes it harder to endure
The next time we have to part
I wonder if you know, I wonder if you can tell
Or if you think all is well
Even if I dunno if I love you, I dunno if we can be friends, my heart
It doesn't like that
Yeah my heart is wicked but my heart likes you
You just make me excited, other life can be flat
I'm excited but filled with pain and stress too
Because of 'All The Wrongs' about loving
It makes me even forget the excitement at times too
You deserve such sweeter words
But for now, you make me excited.
poem by David Knox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Sex In The Kitchen
Girl you're in the kitchen
Cooking me a meal
Something makes me wanna come in there and get a feel
Walk around in your t-shirt
Nothing else on
Strutting pass, switching that ass while I'm on the phone
Cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy while you're doing the damn thang
I want
Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be making love like the restaurant was closed
How would you like it, baby
(How would you like that?)
Tell me right now pretty baby
Hey man, I'm gon call you back
Girl you're in the kitchen, chillin in your robe
I'm saying to myself she better go put on some clothes
Tickling and teasing
Doing that little dance
Girl, you gon make me lay you down and give it to you one mo 'gain
[Chorus 2x]
Girl I'm ready to toss your salad
While I'm making love, I'll be feasting
Girl you're in the kitchen
Sweating up a storm
The oven's on 500
So you know the kitchen's warm
Girl you know just how to get into a brother's mind
Cause here we are still in this kitchen
Doing it for the third time
[Chorus (fades out)]
song performed by by R. Kelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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