D.c.l.s.
My world is devastated,
My world has crashed.
My mind surrenders
To my heart.
Forgetting what hurt,
I have been through.
What he has caused.
So my heart controls my word.
My word betray me
In all the chance they get.
My words are the enemy
That relate to my thoughts.
My thoughts are unusual
And give me away.
For all my thoughts lead
Back to him.
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poem by Mariah Simpson
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Fruits Of Your Words
Everything in this world has an end
Even the sugar
Even the pain
Will find an end
Soon or late,
Nothing lasts
Forever
Even the pain
So be nice to others and you will gain
Be aware of the words that comes out of your thoughts
A word can heal another may hurt
So try to be kind with your words
May you can heai some thoughts
Once they come out of your lips
Never returns so escape the falts
Your words are the mirror of your thoughts
And your works are the fruits of your soul's
So keep the kindness inside the soul
And speak the kind words
Passengers we all are in this world
Try to keep the good job up
If you can't heal
Try to not hurt
Your words explain your thoughts
Take your time before you talk
Don't forget that a word can change the world
So keep the good work up
Try to plant a flower
Everywhere you go
Soon the world becomes a colorful garden
The good we do is eternal
Even when we are gone.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Thought Broadcasting
Silence is a silver ship
Traveling at the speed of the darkness,
Black holes are the edifices in which I
Build my thoughts-
Word by word,
Each and every syllable forms upon my lips,
And then broadcasted, aloud-
Thoughts are killers- thoughts can harm-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
Within this room I write my thoughts
With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil
That has no lead,
Invisible they are, but somehow,
These thoughts are broadcasted aloud.
Thoughts are killers thoughts control-
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
A silver ship with its sail to the wind,
A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or
Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips,
That splash into the creek, one by one,
You can see, you can hear, as
My thoughts, broadcasted aloud.
My thoughts can be heard from afar.
My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench.
I am in control of what comes into my mind,
As my hands build the world from
The bricks of Time,
My thoughts control the world.
My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor,
My thoughts control the downtrodden.
Silence is a silver ship, or
The dome beneath which I dwell-
I build my edifice beneath this dome.
No one dares to enter, as
I have broadcasted a message to the world,
My eyes order the world away;
My thoughts are broadcasted aloud,
A bad thought can destroy, as good ones
Create and control,
My thoughts control the world…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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You Are Asking Now For A Metaphor To Understand
i heard you when you said you find it hard to understand
my scribblings on the sand
words seem not to be related to the next word
illogical
not having a connection between their close distances
how can you connect a star to an ant
or an electric eel to a ladle
the sea to a cooking pot
something too far and something too near
the universe to a grain of sand
the wilted sunflower
to the screw of this motorcycle,
make the link, that is a challenge and you complain
i am just confusing you
there is no meaning to all these bickerings of thoughts and
anti-thoughts, you tell me
but let me ask you my friend,
how do you relate to God?
is He the same as You,
far and near
thoughts to anti-thoughts
matter to non-matter
flesh to spirit
you want a word always to correspond to an object
at first
there is no problem here but go beyond what the word
should be
or what a word must be to non-objects
you need the help somewhere
you are asking now for a metaphor
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words Again
Thoughts can be words, can be flowers that burgeon like words,
Thunders that are right in the middle of happiness,
Ones that make talk with books and with all speaking sense.
The sounds are not anywhere near us,
Yet the word can believe in living free,
Where actions cannot, and nor can thoughts necessarily.
We work on the words of leaders like listening is,
When speech is hazardous and non-wrong,
And liars can speak offensively, like a long long wrong.
Speech is therefore recommended in the form of words,
Of dementia I give word not or word obvious,
But of sound advice for any goodness to come and seize.
Deceased are the word-lovers as much as fences are put up,
As if the sea is given a status that delves too deep
Of words, and it is funny how many words that there are.
poem by Naveed Akram
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‘Love’ Is Not A Vain Word
With a pride, with a delight
I have inscribed
The word ‘Love’ on the slate
Of my heart and often think
For whom I am engrossed.
This intellect my Love!
Is an enemy of curiosity of heart,
And a chain of decline,
Though there be aged prints
Of faithfulness,
It erases them in an instant.
Let it be thought, it is true,
Though there be series of oppression,
Or aching thoughts,
Or the decisions worth-forgetting,
Or anguish of penitence,
No loss is there, erase them all,
But my Love, think awhile,
If you get a moment spare,
My ‘Love’ was not a vain word.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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To Be Fully Human!
hand to hand, brother,
our backs against the wall.
with nothing left to cling to...
but each other!
mind to mind, sister,
your thoughts free my thoughts,
my thoughts affirm yours....
understanding is the bridge....
heart to heart, my friend,
we are joined by the destiny
for which we were born....
love is the motion.
soul to soul, my family,
if you hurt i hurt,
if i need you need...
one hope, one desire....
to be fully human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Be Original...
i can relate to you
distant friend, when in any moment
you face a blank wall,
when you cannot remember a word
when you reconstruct an adage
and suit it to your own liking,
i can very well relate to that wall
that shuts you out from any idea,
that slip of the tongue
that tip
that does not say what you want to
at this minute,
do not attempt to please
this world
do not attempt to filter thoughts
like words like pebbles
or sands with sea water escaping from
a screen
do not impress, that is the one that makes you
forget,
that lessens you
emaciating you into a clown
a page
heroes are originals, they have no fear
ugly or what, they are always what they are
be good, write the first word that comes into your mind
do not recall what beauty was there that you have first seen
contemplate, close your eyes,
see yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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Death
The journey of death, I think of dying as it were
a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts
the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise,
we see ourselves in a utopia dream world,
that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a
sad word; a word that is continually present with
melancholy thoughts that haunts the mind. I always
dismiss it from my mind, but always comes back.
It's there always trying to torment me, maybe if death
wasn't so enigmatic and dreadful, our thoughts would
change. We wouldn't think about it at all. When I think
of the old age, is like thinking, death is near, it's the
nearest thing to old age. Death, death is like a cold
and lonely sigh, Death, it comes like thieves in the
night, it takes you and it wont give you a notice nor a
warning. A deep anguish takes over our feelings;
death is a sad word, An empty sensation and a huge
grief, that torture's the soul and mind. Death we can't
defeated, escape or make it null. A reminder each
day that time will eventually stop and become eternal.
Death the only sure thing we inherit from the second
we are born, death, death, I cannot comprehend the
purpose to all, we struggle in our journey in every way,
to at the end, become dust in the wind, and then after
time has past, not even a vestige of us.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts, Think Happy Thoughts
I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
Those three words
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Which is laughably easy to do right now because
We are so far out of touch I couldn’t reach you if I tried
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
So I plod through grey days and inky dark nights
Heavy laden with regret
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Tomorrow I will remind myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
12-25-07
djlw
poem by Shannon Wright
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Loving thoughts
Loving thoughts
~
it is not my heart but ours
which beats to this
not a single dream held
and chased as one
but something aspired to
by two minds
two hearts together
sharing thoughts
and feeling the same
it is not one tear
not even on cross word
or loving kiss
a hand caressing
neither one loving look
but a life, two life's
openly shared
it is not my heart
but ours which beat
to thoughts such as this
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Geeessshhh! Please...
Bring me good thoughts.
Don't bring no bad ones here!
If you've got bunions that hurt...
Limp around me with a smile,
And pretend you are in good cheer!
I've had a corn or two on toes...
And arthritis that made me want to scream.
Muscle aches on my back,
That felt like dogs and cats fighting...
It seemed!
I realize you want to share,
And personalize your life.
But sometimes I'd like to stay clear of your sorrows...
Without hearing what's wrong,
Ain't something with you ever right?
Geeessshhh! Please...
Enough of that,
Pack up that crap!
Bring me good thoughts.
Don't bring no bad ones here!
If you've got bunions that hurt...
Limp around me with a smile,
And pretend you are in good cheer!
You don't give me time...
To complain,
And tell you what's on my mind.
AND that's not fair...
If we're in a friendship to share!
Geeessshhh! Please...
Enough of that,
Pack up that crap!
Treat me like an equal,
And rub some of this ointment on my back!
Now...
Don't you feel better?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through My Eyes
I believe-
I believe my thoughts are being broadcasted
I believe you can see my world through my eyes-
When your eyes are closed, I believe that you can hear my thoughts
My thoughts that speak of persecution and threat
These thoughts, as directed towards the rest of the world.
I place my hands over my eyes so that
What is inside of mind does not become
The literature of other people-
Even though my thoughts are silent
When your eyes make contact with mine,
All that I am thinking screams out to you and
I know you wish to harm me.
I believe-
I believe I am being threatened
Being threatened by those who follow my path,
Walking behind me, and somehow
Knowing my destination-
The leaves upon the trees have fallen in autumn and
Now the trees are barren, and I have no place to hide.
This whole world has become the enemy.
I believe my thoughts are broadcasted as I walk,
Kicking aside stones and the leaves that have fallen-
Snow has fallen upon the edge of time and
I stand upon the edge of time, counting the minutes-
Counting every second before the whole world knows of
The anger, hurt and my thoughts misconstrued,
That are torturing me every day and every night-
All I can do is to keep on walking and hope
That one day this mistrust of the world shall
Heal inside my troubled mind and somebody’s eyes
Will make contact with mine and say
“it doesn’t matter to me what you are thinking because
You are a person with a heart and a soul like everyone else and
I believe we all have faults-“ I look towards the sky searching for an increment of hope A world exists inside of me- a beautiful world I hope someday will not matter
If I let somebody inside to see- to know my destination and
I won’t need to hide anymore- when spring comes flowers shall blossom and
Leaves shall grow in the summer- and in the autumn leaves shall turn colors and fall-
I shall continue my journey towards the day I can learn to trust the world around me,
As I kick aside the stones and the fallen leaves as I walk-
With my eyes open to the world, my spirit, unafraid.
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The muses kiss
Her beauty has stole my thoughts
Kept each word from my lips
While each kiss becomes a blessing
I find myself at a loss to speak
I long to lay beside her indefinitely
To close our tired eyes and sleep
That we may dream such dreams
We had never dared dream before
Beneath what moon we could lay
The open stars, the astral heavens
Full beautiful and endless
And there I see only my muse
She who swept in to steal my thoughts
Only to touch my heart in a way
That I had only previously believed
In each waking hour or dreaming state
I find myself, thoughts captivated
By the muse, those lips, her kiss
That have claimed my every word
Even that the heart forbids
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Thoughts In Disarray
like threads
entangled
in themselves
like hair
crowded in the
temple
where
you have no
way of
straightening
the confusion
where
you have
no time
putting things
in their
proper places
or thoughts
firm in their
aligned perspectives
you expect
much about
my sanity and
system,
i too have
times
of losing and
being somewhere
else
where you
cannot speak
to me
where i am
furious in
my silence
i do not wish
to hurt you
baby, so please
please
go away
before unkind
words are spoken
please please
go away
before another
heart bleeds
before another
world shatters
let it be
just me
without you
you do not deserve
the cruelties
still thriving
in my heart
like viruses
and worms
now, go away
and do not be hurt
do not even
dare think
about me
i am lost and i am finding
ways
to finally find myself
from the wars
of my thoughts
from the rubble
of my perdition
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Young Love
(graham russell)
Lately all my thoughts have gone to you
You know that's true
Sometimes i feel just a word away
You'll say oh how i miss you too i do
Time is tight i'm lost for words
That's not like me
Only your eyes could know the way that i feel
And how much i need you now with me
(chorus)
Young love so strong has never been a part of me
Young love hold on we're feeling it now is this the way it's meant to be
I know i'll be the one to lose if i'm so wrong
Don't be afraid to put your heart on the line
I'll take you where i know you belong
Take my thoughts away beyond the things we see
Sometimes it seems just a word away
You'll say oh how i really feel it should be
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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From The Heart
All the things I used to do
Dont seem to mean much anymore
Every face and every place
Were lost along the way
Im sitting here all by myself
Looking in the mirror
Holding an old photograph
Oh how it used to be
Everything comes from the heart
I believe that its true
Time changes pride from the heart
Its all from the heart
All the words I used to say
Dont seem to mean much anymore
Every hurt and every word
Were bought along the way
Im sitting here all by myself
Looking out the window
Im playing an old record
The same old melody
Every word comes from the heart
I believe that its true
Time mends each hurt from the heart
Its all from the heart
Theres no need to hide inside
The old world anymore
Youre standing here right next to me
I turn to you and smile
Love, it begins from the heart
I believe that its true
Time mends each hurt from the heart
I believe that its true
Every word comes from the heart
I believe that its true
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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