Sweet So I Can Have Peace
I feel terrible, the story I'm reading keeps me in suspense
because it does not make any sense, the unhappiness of
the characters suffering terrible passion and despair gives
me a headache, I don't believe anyone could be so upset
without falling ill; authors always give their characters too
much to bear, I cannot imagine so much intrigue in reality
without complete physical collapse
I make things charming and sweet so I can have peace yet
still take note of what others do to break the boredom of an
ideal existence, too much safety is just as bad as too much
pain, though I am fanatically opposed to suffering, the result
is that we are enriched by the wisdom it brings and the new
perspective that grows out of it makes me see the interesting
world in a different way, variety is
The spice of life - for me - in any case…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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No One Knows The Way Out (A Poem Of One Mood-Despair)
NO ONE KNOWS THE WAY OUT
(A POEM OF ONE MOOD -DESPAIR)
Nothing goes well,
The world is turning upside down-
One after one
The terrible surprises-
On the verge
Of a new kind of hell,
All is ugly and frightening
And no one knows the way out.
The world is falling down
And Darkness is everywhere
The hungry lose their strength to cry out,
And cruelty is survival’s only friend-
All is going into Chaos
And mankind is at the edge
Of its own
Ultimate Abyss.
No hope, no help
Only suffering and more suffering
Pain without end
The only prayer,
for Death-
and that too does not come
soon enough.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Cinematic
It's a strange task to put something down in ink
The things worth saying
Are the things that can't be said- I think
The songs that mean something to sing
Are beyond words above language
The kind you can't directly engage
All this to say what I now say
Is worth saying, worth it to me
When I write a movie script
There's something about me
That becomes
Invested
Inserted
Infused
Into my characters, it's a feeling that is foreign
For I feel what they feel and not what I fell
And yet their person flows from who I am, closer than kin
Simultaneously their emotions are born of mine
As their emotions are born in me.
It's not quite as if I see what they see
And yet they are me, more than just a sign
Of something I feel, something I thought
They're a piece of myself that I brought
To fictional life with words that don't
Describe all that they are, nor all I am
Sometimes it feels like their identity hits me, unplanned
But then there's the sense it was always there
Was always here
Was always me-
Some characters scare me
Are they all pieces of myself?
Are they all mine? If they're mine are they me?
Do I have that darkness? Their darkness?
That light? Their light?
That hope? Their hope?
That despair? Their despair?
That love? Their love?
That hate? Their hate?
Is everyone so attached to their characters?
I feel their pain it makes me cry
I cry real tears in fake dreams
Fake stories with fake screams
If it's all so fake, then why?
So close, so near, and when they die...
Do I lose them? Do they live forever
Without ever living or do they die and
Pass away? Am I allowed to wonder such things, allowed to ponder?
One thing I know
Every characters I make I feel
And in each script there's always one, always one much like me
Am I self-focused or simply too attached?
Even as they breathe I breathe
As their story I weave
They weave mine
The beautiful irony wherein they write or influence my life
As I write theirs
So what do they feel about me?
How do we interact? Am I free?
They seem to have influence, seem to exist
Theirs is not a power I think to resist
So I'm left with question
That they're asking
That I'm asking
What are we to us?
poem by David Knox
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My Soul Untouched
My body has given up on me even as
I have given up on life, if THIS is all I
can achieve, it is not meaningful to
continue in this physical world
In my youth I thought to render service
even as I gathered knowledge - yet -
though reading everything in books and
on the Internet, I still understand
Only a few things and my wisdom - such
as it may be - has never been tested, with
regard to service, I have not rendered any
or very little - I smile continuously - so
Everyone asks why I seem happy - I reply
because I work in paradise - and it is true,
the only thing is that there is no-one to help,
no big challenge, the mental stimulation of
Every translation does not fire my heart,
my soul is untouched, if there is no way in
which I can change my life, only moving on
to become pure consciousness - is left…
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Started French revision while watching
television, why not, at school we did our
homework to radio and later to television
as soon as we got one
Soon the repetitive request to rephrase little
questions to indicate knowledge of gender
and verbs as used in French drove me to
distraction, luckily boredom of evaluation
Of every aspiring dancer made me go on
long past my boredom threshold, tonight
I am surprised to find that I feel empty, it
should have been different, I should be
Happy and proud about all I have done -
yet the question remains - what is the
sense of it all - and the reply makes me
feel dumb - realising that it is all
A mental game in the end, we make it
up as we go, I need to make up a new
world because repeating things over
and over ad infinitum is driving me
To despair….
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Intrigue
Not a single fictitious character in my head,
the inner monologue is dead - not a single
feeling stirring, no emotion except the dis-
comfort of boredom being uncomfortable
in my chair, in exasperation I wonder what
part of my wild diet is turning on me today
Why did my pre-physical spirit decide to have
allergies and pay for each sin of dietary indis-
cretion with physical and mental discomfort -
was this some idiotic pre-birth plan to keep my
life within narrow confines as happy all-knowing
spiritualists claim, wrongly, as far as I can see
I only turn into a self-pitying grumbler and that
can't be good, just waiting for time to pass to
eat again - if only my inner group of characters
would present a story again - life is so boring
without an intrigue in the mind!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Discordant Note
Little stories for little people lifting my thoughts from
eternal battle and strife to survive life without hope in
a future except what I can fantasise, an ability almost
lost as Less-Than-Effective reaches for Mediocre – a
status I have not even reached yet and which I detest,
I suppose Fully-Dysfunctional suits me better; constant
battle in my mind is not all that much fun
Living in a perfect world where I am the only discordant
note, being the only failure tolerated among my seniors
who love routine and doing boring tasks without going
out of their minds; I stopped making up stories and life
lost all its colour and spice – so I shall make up stories
again and put in all the beautiful things I missed so
much, taking care not to involve anyone else
Except the characters of my favourite authors, they do
not mind me being stupid and lost, they kick-start the
games that give zest to life, looking beyond the surface
to see the dreams that no-one ever need to bring alive
for them to give meaning to every idealistic treatise I
love to read, strengthening belief in an expanded
consciousness when my body dies and I shall
Break free from this perfect world in which we live...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I Will Not Write About A Poem Where You Can Relate
i will not write a poem
where you can relate
because it will
be painful
and i do not like
you to take
the pain
the pain
you have now
will be too much to bear
and if i add another dose of pain
from these lines i am afraid that you may not be able to take it
instead i will write a poem
where everything will be strange to you something that
will not make you remember something that will make you wonder
about a world which you have not ever known something that strikes a
note in your heart
that awakens you and brings you a new day
that presents to you some pages of the sea and tell you a story
not about us, that which takes you at the top of the mountain and lets
you see some clear skies, a full orange moon, a dark blue horizon something
that makes you wish upon another star that makes your heart
stronger than ever that which makes you live and never again think of death
because i love you
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Mirror Image
How many times when reading a book,
do we identify with the characters within?
Their traits they have we share,
their loves and heartaches
their lives go through somehow mirror our own.
It’s as if the author was writing about us.
As though he has put us under a microscope
and then writing down everything, he saw.
However, we know this isn’t so
because he or she has written
segments of their own life
and by accident they happen to mirror ours.
Every writer will tell you
that they have their characters under control.
Having written numerous novels,
I know the characters take on a life of their own
and do what they want to do.
We become their instrument as they guide us on our way.
We end up writing what they want us to say.
To every writer his characters are real,
they live, breathe and feel.
The more you write about them,
the more alive they become.
So the next time you pick up a book
and the characters seem real,
they probably are to the author
who looks after them.
24 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from over mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.
quote by Angelina Jolie
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The Pale Green Light
Still I feel the pale green light
Still I forget to smell you the lighty
Still you shine on my darkside
Light make me the luck, but still the wisdom
Still my darkside fell your wisdom
Flirting you with our freedom
Building the new way to smell our world, freedom
Layers of light still enters my world
Light show as wisdom of life
light give us a tip of begins
Light give us godly peace
all new hopes on our suffering............
poem by Thampi KEE
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Justice Of The Peace
(ian hunter)
Its such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven johnny be goodes
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They totally misunderstood
Oh what a terrible plight what a terrible fight
It was too much to bear her father said ere
I think you better sign its a letter designed
To have you married by the first of the year
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
Oh get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
If you want to play with fire
Youll get yourself burned
I was messing with the ashes
But look at how it turned out
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
Oh what a terrible waste such a shocking disgrace
To give me away Im too young to die
A shotgun wedding heading straight for the sky
And Im shy mary ellen Im shy y y y
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Come on!
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
When your chips go down
You came on the dice
Forget the mississippi
Take some friendly advice
Get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
(give it to me old chum)
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
If you want to play with fire
Youll get yourself burned
And I was messing with the ashes
And look at how it turned out
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
song performed by by Ian Hunter
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Terrible Way To Treat Your Baby
I know that she loves you now
But your heart doesnt keep any vows
And thats a terrible way to treat your baby
A terrible way to hurt that girl
Its a terrible way you treat your baby
When you know that I love her
More than anything in this world
Her heart isnt for a game
So tell her , you dont feel the same
For thats a terrible way to treat your baby
A terrible way , you hurt that girl
Its a terrible way you treat your baby
When you know that I love her
More than anything in this world
Oh, so sad ,leaving her behind
And if you give me the chance to take her hand
And try to change her mind
For its a terrible way to treat your baby
A terrible way you hurt that girl
Its a terrible way to treat your baby
When you know that I love her
More than anything in this world
For its a terrible way to treat your baby
A terrible way you hurt that girl
Its a terrible way to treat your baby
When you know that I love her
More than anything in this world
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Pain & Suffering
pain and suffering
turn things to blood
a power floats
upside down in a river of mud
a skull of a goat
makes love to you
you're my doll
a pet who meows
and blood and hate
the blood that's everywhere
suffering, i am terminating this world
i'm your father now
no more shelter, no more fun
human race, you're going to writhe now
heh heh heh heh
i am angry
a tall building fell on daddy
pain and suffering
i am destruction
i am angry
i am total
(growl)
pain and suffering
the pain, the pain
no birds are singing
here comes armageddon
no more shelter
no more fun
human race
i've got you
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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His Love Is Diagnosed with a Serious Illness
I love to listen when the blackbird sings
His sweet, sweet song which always brings
New hope to the heart, but what can I say,
There is such sorrow at the end of the day
As he lies there suffering with his broken wings! !
You bring me joy and lighten my heart
When I see you again after being apart,
So I think it's one of the most terrible things
That, like my blackbird, you have broken wings!
I curse the gods who give us such pain,
Who ruin our lives and drive men insane.
What the doctor told you is bound to depress
You, it's horrible and I must confess
I don't know what I can do, unless
You accept my love, because my heart says 'Yes,
I love you much more than you'll ever guess,
And I wish I could help you out of this mess! ! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Colored Masks
You the people with million character and face
Absolutely in every story you find for yourself a place
Your colored characters even the best actors may find it hard to play
You're the best one in every situation and place
Your selfishness kept your soul slave
To win the glory of being the most appreciative you can make any mistake
The world is suffering but there absolutely you can't find for yourself a place
Only the world's bright side and its shining colors attracts your imagination for whom is your hard race
Hard to control your ego to convice you that all the people at this world are and deserve the same
But your selfishness has made you the hero for your cheep rat race
And every while you put on a different mask to play your new piece
And at every new script you choose a new role and face
But everywhere and always you take the best characters and place
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Falling
In love, in love
In love, in love
Slower than the sun goes down
Softer than the autumn rain
Surer than the earth is round
Gentle as the moring breeze
Warm enough to sleep and dream
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
Clearer than the morning light
Darker than the deepest night
There is no doubt in my mind
Im falling, (in love), Im falling, (in love)
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
In love, in love
Leaves that are falling around me
Make sense to me, a reality
Leaves that are falling surround me
Make all this seem, a reality
song performed by by Olive
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If The World Crashes
You make me strong, You make me weak
You lift me off my feet
You give me hope when all my dreams seem like they're out of reach
Yeah yeah yeah
You make me understand the way a perfect love should be
You take me to a place so high, I never wanna leave
And sometimes I think of all the things I should have said
I hope it's not to late, I wanna make you understand
Oh Yeah
If the world crashes down
over me
I know that my life
is complete
Cause I held you in my arms all night
I can't imagine life without you by my side
You whisper in my ear the words
just hold me close tonight, hold me tonight
And when the pain is holding me
Your touch just sets me free
And sometimes I think of all the things I should have said
No No No, Yeah
I hope it's not to late, wanna make you understand
Oh Yeah
If the world crashes down
over me
I know that my life
is complete
'Cause I held you in my arms all night
'Cause I can't imagine life without you by my side
(Vocals)
(You make me weak, You make me strong, you give me hope,
You hold me close, You make me weak, you make me strong,
You give me hope you hold me close You make me weak,
You make me strong, you give me hope, You hold me close....
you take me High, Oho!)
If the world crashes down
over me
I know then my life
is complete
'Cause I held you in my arms all night
'Cause I can't imagine life without you by my side
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Two Hearts in 1...
Whatever you do
I’ll be waiting for you
If you feel your heart is broken in half along with its partial beat
I’ll give you the other half of mine to make it complete
If you feel life is dishonest with closed doors
I’ll give you all the honesty in my life to fill yours
If you feel hurt by someone again and again
I’ll try my best to relieve you from all the pain
If you need a true friend to trust
I’ll give you friendship that will never rust
If you feel betrayed by someone you trusted before
I’ll be there to end your personal war
Even if it means to start mine
As long as your safe from all harm…I’ll be forever fine
If you feel true friendship has just appeared in your eyes
I promise you that there will be no goodbyes
If you have just awaken from the pain in your heart
Then this is your bright new start
If you just believe in companionship
Then your suffering and pain will soon end
No more worries my dear
I will always be your true friend
Never will hardships of life break us apart
Because our friendship is somewhere safe…our friendship is in our heart.
poem by Marria Attar
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The Damage
So much pain I feel right now
Anger also I feel but more of pain
Want to cry, tears I want to drop
Plenty of tears I want to let plunge
How can I express the terrible ache I am going through?
It is just an awful feeling to be alive sometimes
Do not want to say anything more
I am in so much hurt, it is terrible to go through it
Cannot tell anything more because I am really so blank
Feelings have lost their control, sometimes I feel as if I am losing it
Although, then I get proven to be wrong
Often, the things which I sense just do occur
Hurt is plenty and I cannot tell you, how dreadful I feel
The damage is really bad and I want to just cry.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Fear and Pleasure
pain is the residuals of fear, there is no fear in
the absent of acceptance, for only the mind
can rebuke the suffering of the heart
as the truth comes in a most awaited moment of
your life, the wisdom identify the soul of where
the conscience lives, it is the fear of the Lord where
the wisdom begins; a complete vow and obedient
to the giver of knowledge would guide every pleasure
to overcome fear
entangled between fear and pleasure destroyed the
unifying force that strengthen each aura to a seeking
soul to feel and accept pleasure without fear
make this fear a pleasure of strength, for what
ever encountered pleasure the one who give this
fear, be pleasured in His creation
be the pleasure be assured that what make best
for everybody may leads us to the unity of the soul
that lives in each conscience we possess
the fearless warriors has awaken the pleasure that
the Lord God bestowed, never fear of what pleasure
comes in your life, harmonize the soul with in your
conscience and live the body with the heart that exist
a fear that brings pleasure is a human impulse of
what to become worthy to the kingdom of the God, for
what ever is given, is a gift received and be shared
to all mankind..... and the acceptance brings us to
the pleasure without fear
poem by Antonio Liao
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I have this theory that the likeability question comes up so much more with female characters created by female authors than it does with male characters and male authors.
quote by Curtis Sittenfeld
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